My Annoying Lecturer's
Choose Me or Delia?!

"Delia?" I asked with a little high. I was surprised, heheh.

Be aware. I opened the door humanely. Not what, so sorry I'm the same Mr. Arfa tuh it feels like all items related to Mr. Arfa want me to slam. Including this woman in front of me.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer with a smile. Very graceful already.

"What do you need to do here?" Ask Delia.

Hellows

I should have been the one to you!

"Sir Arfa asked. You?" Means back. I also wanted him to come here.

"I came on my own initiative." Answer in a subtle tone. Her voice was well like softer than the ads of clothing softeners in tips.

What's my power? By the way, he asked for mercy. Where there is a graceful word in the dictionary of my life.

I think a small fit I've destroyed that word. Hehe.

"important?" I don't know, from the tone of my voice does seem unfriendly.

I don't know why the inn wants to get angry if you see Delia.

Delia smiled briefly, "According to you?"

"If I ask, should I answer?" Gedek cuy nanya.

"Yes, it depends."

"Judah, answer me very hard." Kesel aing.

"If I say it's important, how?"

I turned my face away, "Oh yeah."

At least 30 minutes Delia and I were busy with our activities. I was busy watching viral videos that made no sense, while Delia just sat quietly while occasionally checking her phone.

A behavior that is completely contrary to me. What am I compared to the graceful Delia?

Loh, why am I comparing myself to Delia anyway.

"Delia?"

It's not me, it's Mr. Arfa.

"Mas, have you come?" Delia asked again smiling like a princess-princess. Cih, sucks.

"Udah. What are you doing here?" Said Mr. Arfa.

"Pftttt--" It feels like laughing but afraid of being mistaken for crazy.

What did he say? Of importance?

Yes, so important until asked by Mr. Arfa when he came.

"The same thing." Reply Delia lightly.

The corner of Mr. Arfa's lips lifted slightly, "You wait at home. There's Mama too, I'll be there."

Wattahels?

What earlier? Mr Arfa smile?

Smile loh!

What else was that? The mama? A home?

Delia who is this? Is it a human fiancee of Mr Arfa?

So many thoughts kept raging in my head.

"Yaudah, I'm leaving first." Pamit Delia's.

Yes really. Just go there. Hush.

After Delia's departure, Mr. Arfa's facial features could not be lied to. If his face was like an angel ready to help anyone, now his expression returned like a life-revoking angel. One word, scary.

"So aja sumringah. Meet me directly fierce. What is this father? Have a dual personality?" My insinuation.

I told you, right? The hardest thing I have ever controlled in my life is my mouth.

I too am ready if my mouth is willing to act.

"Your face is salty."

Exhalants..

If in front of me right now this is not a lecturer, I've maki maki maki times.

Patience, Elvia..

"Sir, who the hell is Delia? A fiancee? A boyfriend? The affair?" Kepo many. Yes, let my mouth be in charge. Just tell me what you want to say, noble mouth.

"Well, what are you doing?" As if there was a goblin sword piercing my heart niche, I was struck by Mr. Arfa's reply.

So sir Halalin I can be who father!

"It's just the hell, sir. Sensi is very." Reply annoyed.

"Delia's my best friend." Replied Mr. Arfa after 2 minutes of silence.

Answer that's very difficult, "Oh."

I'm just making fun of it, already pissed off.

"You mad?" Ask Mr. Arfa while checking some sheets of paper on his desk.

I just kept quiet.

"Elvia." Call Mr. Arfa. This time his voice sounded cool. Exactly like the tone of voice he used to Delia.

"What?" I said without looking at him.

"Help me a correction." Reply Mr. Arfa back in a flat tone.

I was forced to bring my seat closer to the seat of Mr. Arfa. His intention was to swallow.

"What's your hurry?" I was confused to see Mr. Arfa hastily read some sheets of paper that I did not know what it was.

I realized my words and smiled foolishly, "Oh, would you like to see Delia, sir?"

Mr. Arfa seemed to stop his activities for a moment. Then switch to see me for about 2 seconds maybe.

Am I that bad, huh? Looking at my face for a few seconds, I turned my face away.

"You got a job tomorrow?" Ask Mr. Arfa.

Why this? Want to ngadate? Sorry, anyway. Don't want me.

Uh kok ngedate anyway. It means the same task. Don't be so bad, man.

"Ga there is." My answer. Short, clear, solid. Not really my style.

"Tomorrow me to your house."

Whynot?

Wanna sleep?

Not ready for me, sir.

"Well?"

"Tomorrow I have a class at another college. Accompany me." Said Mr. Arfa.

Cough, kirain.

Disappointed by the audience.

"Hour?" I asked back with the characteristic of Mr. Arfa, short clear solid.

"Piang. I'll call you later." Tell Mr. Arfa.

"Judah, so now we're home?"

Hold still. I use our word.

"If you want to go home, go ahead."

What the hell does this mean? Sokan showed symptoms of going home. Now I think I'm going home.

I can't get this..

I can't be coded..

"Yaudah, I help you first." As a result, somehow I who usually lazy choose to stay here to help Mr. Arfa.