My Annoying Lecturer's
Change the Schedule at will

It has been approximately 30 minutes I sat still because I have completed the task of recap value is quite dizzying.

That's why Mr. Arfa said, "already? jude, just sit down." But I didn't know I'd be told to sit that long.

"Sir. I've completed all the value recap tasks. So, why am I here?!" Omelku while looking at Mr. Arfa with a sharp gaze. Sharper than razor.

"My company." Answer's short.

I exhaled loudly, "Sir, this is your class. I haven't had lunch. Why am I sitting here so pretty?"

Mr. Arfa also stopped the movement in his hand that had been struggling with a pile of paper that was somehow, "What time is it?"

"Udah wants 12 o'clock." Answer lethargic.

"There's still an hour. Where do you want to eat?" Ask Mr. Arfa who makes me a little gawking.

I blinked my eyes slowly, still unable to fully digest the words of Mr. Arfa, "Who did you take lunch?"

"I. I'm the one who ngajak you."

I looked at Mr. Arfa with a "serious look?" But it turns out I found no signs of the look on Mr. Arfa's face.

"Sir, I'm serious. I'm laper, sir. My job is all done."

"Well, if you don't want to come. Please tidy up my files over there." Mr. Arfa pointed at the scattered pile of papers. Worse, it looks like the papers have filled the table with a number that is certainly dozens of sheets.

"Sir.." I put on a limp face hoping Mr. Arfa will at least be a little soft.

"Why? I'm just asking you to eat." How will you see the other kids? I'll get a present from the Arfalovers.

I don't want to get into trouble.

"I brought my own food, sir." Actually it is. In order to save money, I brought my own food.

Today I just brought fried rice. The poor my cooking skill.

"Where?" Ask Mr. Arfa.

"Where is it?" Means back.

"I'm hungry too."

Oh my god, thankfully lecturer. If not, I've been maki-maki times.

I was forced to take out a lunchbox that was quite abundant for one person.

Yeah, how. Although my weight can not be said to be very fat. But I do have a body shape that can be said to be fat not spelled out thin too. But now again on the way fat is running out I can not control the portion of the meal.

"Sir, slowly eat it." I said when I saw Mr. Arfa eating my fried rice very greedily. More like people have not eaten for 3 days.

"I haven't eaten all day."

"It's only 12 o'clock, sir."

"I just ate lunch yesterday. I haven't eaten until now." Obviously Mr. Arfa.

"Crazy, sir? Why not eat? Ih, it hurts to know the taste. Yes sir, as busy as you are. Where can I skip a meal." My uncontrollable mouth started to act. Why crazy people are, whatever, because they can not keep the diet.

I think it's a habit if I pay too much attention to the people I know.

Sometimes it is misunderstood.

"My grandmother didn't drag you." Replied Mr. Arfa while chewing fried rice that has been used up half a portion more.

"Yaudah, eat gih sir. Poor thing I saw father." My answer is resigned if my provisions are exhausted.

"Say you're a laper?"

"Look at my dad full."

Mr. Arfa did not look scorched and instead focused on fried rice.

Yaahh. When I lost the same fried rice anyway?!

"Sir.." I tapped on the table while driving away boredom.

"Sir, the cecan of time is tempered."

Mr. Arfa raised next to his eyebrows, "You? Pretty?"

I nodded my head in approval of Mr. Arfa's words.

"Dreams."

Angel, Elvia. You must be patient and steadfast in facing your annoying lecturer. Uh, what's your anyway? Means mine dong. Gaa is! My brain is still beating.

"Why? I'm handsome? Yes I know. But don't worry about it."

"Pede very, sir."

"Oh, my ears are gatel you call sir. Why don't you call Bang again?" Mr. Arfa reminded me of that crazy incident back then.

"Heheh, would you really like to be called a brother? Meatball brother let's come here. I'm gonna buy it." It's me again ngeguyon loh. But I think there is something strange. The look on Mr. Arfa's face turned into a more serem.

"One more time."

Huh huh? Once again?

"Remember.."

"OKAY. Your job I'm extending."

"Huh? What's?"

"Tomorrow you have a schedule for Bu Siti's lecture, right?"

Uh, so Mr. Arfa knows my schedule anyway.

I nodded, "Yes. Continues to?"

"Tomorrow you don't need to go to college. I'll pick you up at 8 a.m. I attended the seminar."

What the hell is this?

Not want!!!

Tomorrow his intention is not to be. Just want to miss the nitip doang.

Sirna is already a relaxing shadow at the kayak house on the beach.

8 Hours? Does it mean 7 o'clock should be ready? The seminar? Then should you sit down with that guy?

Okay fix! The disaster!

"Sir.." I said hard.

"It's wrong you're not polite with the lecturer."

"You're the one who wants to be called brother."

"Try resetting?"

"Yes. It's all my fault sir."

Mr. Arfa smiled triumphantly, "Good."

Mr. Arfa immediately took his laptop bag and held several books in his right hand.

"Where are you, sir?"

"teach. You're gonna be late for my class again, right?"

"Huhuh? Don't you, sir." I was also ready to take a swing to run to class.

But Mr. Arfa's voice interrupted my steps, "Do you see me carrying a lot of stuff? As an assistant lecturer you have no intention to help me?"

Okay. Wrong again wrong again.

I just keep doing it wrong.

The lecturer is always right.

If wrong?

Means the lecturer is always right.