My Annoying Lecturer's
The Seminar Mr. Arfa

I shouldn't have entered today. All because of Mr. Arfa's who cheated it. I should be pretty at home today watching Memories of the Alhambra.

Hyunbin is actually human, right? Kebangetan. The initial intention to watch because there is an affair I, Chanyeol. But even smitten with Hyunbin. If you say Korean drama lovers anyway, Hyunbin is ahjusshi oppa flavor.

Today's lecture schedule is just her class Bu Siti. Fortunately, Bu Siti is the type of lecturer who does not care too much about his students. So, the initial intention was to leave alone.

Fellat yet?

Hmm, how is it...

That need a process too, right?

I've tried to reduce the frequency of absent nitips as much as possible.

If calculated already approximately 2 weeks of my activities always can not be separated from Mr. Arfa.

Time seems to no longer exist. Just imagine if every day there are activities that I have to do with Mr. Arfa.

Sampe Devi said, "You're like Mr. Arfa, Via. At least Mr. Arfa continues."

Yeah how are you doing again? Mr. Arfa likes suddenly chat tell this to tell it.

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Now, it's not finished talking, it's just popped up. Mr. Arfa said at 8 o'clock, right?

It's only 7 o'clock in 20 minutes. Fortunately, I have been very memorized as the other habits of mengeselin from Pak Arfa. So, I was ready from 6.

Poor myself's..

"Rapi really want to condo." Said Mr. Arfa when I just entered his jeep car.

"My condo is pakek kebaya sir."

It's still morning, and Mr. Arfa has to have a fight.

"What do you want to be told about pakek kebaya?"

"No."

"That means I'm right, right?"

"Not really."

"What's not?"

"I'm going to wear the same shirt with jeans." My words that seem a little to make Mr. Arfa flabbergasted.

Yes, I'm serious. When I go to the condition I rarely dandan. The same jeans doang.

A reason? Hm,

What are your goals for?

If I am, yes eat.

So at least I have to pack the outfit as comfortable as possible to make free icing food in the condangan.

Hehe, ga deng. It's not that greedy of me.

His reason? Let my beloved mamak kapok maksa I go to the conangan.

Crazy, I'm 20 years old. The question is "When to Marry?"

"You serious?" Ask Mr. Arfa again.

"Yes. Why?" My answer.

"Our whole life, how many times have you been?"

"A lot of it." Reply lightly.

A lot of small pairs.

"I asked when you were an adult. How many times?" Well, Mr. Arfa is a psychic messenger like him.

"Once."

Yes, I'm serious. Once doang. The incident at that time seemed to be a traumatic tragedy for my beloved mother. So far I am free to refuse to go to the state.

It's nothing, it's just that I'm lazy to answer questions of no quality. At least I have said happy wedding through WhatsApp.

After arriving, Mr. Arfa pointed to a chair in the right corner which he said was my seat, "Later I who filled the seminar. You can sit in that chair."

I nodded as a sign that I agreed with Mr. Arfa, "Sir. Can I help you?"

Mr. Arfa seemed to think before blurting out his sentence.

"You'll be a moderator." Said Mr. Arfa who made me shock.

Not in a place like this, right?

Crazy, this is a seminar for important people. Mr. Governor just to defend came for this seminar.

Eh?

Is Mr Arfa as important as that, so that the governor just took his time to come?

I shook my head quickly to expel the thoughts that were raging in my head.

"Don't, sir. I don't dare." I said in a weak tone.

"Why? You're not confident?"

I replied with a nod, "I don't dare, Sir."

"I ask means I believe in you. I've seen your abilities." Obviously Mr. Arfa.

"But, Sir.." My unfinished words because they were cut off by Mr. Arfa's words.

"Now take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Don't nervous. I just asked you to be the moderator of my seminar, haven't asked you to be the mother of my children."

I was surprised to hear Mr. Arfa's last words, "Huh? Meaning Sir?"

"Why? Don't you want to be the mother of my children?" Repeat Mr. Arfa.

"What? What mom?" If in an atmosphere like this, usually my ears are auto-budek.

"No fool can guess, right? Maybe I'm dating you or the woman next to you."

Mr. Arfa is random again.

"Ga wants to sir. Later every day I can continue to rise in blood if my soul mate is father." My answer.

"I just analogize it. I didn't ask you to be my wife, did I? Do I want to be with you?" Yes indeed. It was my fault again.

But hearing the word wife from Mr. Arfa's mouth managed to make my heart beat twice as fast as usual.

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"So your performance as a moderator was praised by many." Mr. Arfa opened his voice.

Yes, the seminar that lasted for approximately two hours was going well. Mr. Arfa is as usual-performing superbly. Then, I tried to compensate Mr. Arfa as a moderator, at least my performance was not embarrassing.

"Thank you, sir." Reply relieved.

"Wanna eat?"

Actually refusing. But what is the power if the stomach immediately willed when hearing 2 favorite words.

"Eat the deket yes. Poor your stomach." The smell of Mr. Arfa wants to suckle me again.

"Whatever."

Mr. Arfa held back his laughter as my stomach rang again for the second time.

"Sir, it's his laugh."

"Sir! Don't try to be cheebelin."

"Aren't you having breakfast?"Ask Mr. Arfa who makes me grunt.

"Where. You came to the side."

Mr. Arfa also threw away his face with a slight smile when he heard my stomach which again declared hunger.

"Sir!! Don't laugh!"

"I'm not laughing."

"So what was it?"

"What the hell are you, isn't it clear."

"That's what my stomach is like, Father!"

"What is my stomach? I'm buntingin?"

"That's what I mean sir."

Mr. Arfa turned towards me, "Don't be noisy. I'm not concerned about the drive."

Don't miss it, sir. I'm not going to be concerned about breathing. My breathing is not regulated because I see my father's face. The handsome. Try not to bummer maybe I'm already an Arfalovers.