Mr R

Mr R, (in my dream, only) ;)

 As a female teacher, I love having male students. Don’t be misunderstanding. I love female students, too. They are much more warmer than male students, however, they tend to ignore me when they bored or simply busy with their own world.. 

I met Mr R, when I was an examiner in his speaking test. I’ve already got a warning before from my colleague.. “Gek, you’ll feel your heart beats faster.. and can’t breathe.”

“He’s a gentleman, great attitude, lovely smile, and smells good…. “ Said Ella, my colleague. I can feel that a drop of her saliva fell down sinfulness. It did make me more curious, who Mr. R is.. 

The truth is.. he’s truly a mysterious handsome drop-dead rich man. He is just around 22 years old and he’s been travelled around the world. Just name any countries that you knew, he’s been there. 

My curiosity goes on when I actually become his class teacher. I have tried every approach, methods, systems, tricks, you name it.. to know more about him, but, it was a great failure. He never opens himself to other people. He keeps everything personal and very-very-very odd as the smell of his expensive perfume in the middle of Ella’s jealousness because she’s not getting him as her student this term.. BINGO! *grin*

I remember, he always says that he has a high-risky job, but he’s very satisfied about it. He says he has a Dutch girlfriend, but he does flirt with other classmates (!) He drives the most expensive car in Bali and still has a high respect to other people... damn you, heartthrob! 

Today, he’s surprised me again…When I was having difficulties in releasing the sticky tape strap between many umbrellas.. I was hoping that Mr R will come to me with car keys, or.. another equipment that could solve my problem.

“I am sorry Miss.. “

“Pardon, why did you say sorry? What will you do? Do you have the keys?” I asked him politely. 

Slowly but sure, he pulled out a small folded knife from his trousers pocket and helped me effortless with an elegant move. The class stopped for about 3 seconds when they saw what he did.. 

I took my breath and starred at him – I whispered, “thank you, R..” 

He gave me that killing smile while putting back his folded knife into his pocket “No problem, miss.” 

Although my heart was melted with his gentleman attitude, he made me a little bit scared this time.

Please. Don’t break my heart again, Mr R!

-Happy Valentine’s Day, Angel Lovers.-

kiss kiss. :*