My Annoying Lecturer's
The pain is here

After Mr. Arfa parked his car, I immediately went to order food.

My stomach is no longer working together. Fortunately, this restaurant is very fast in serving food.

"Totally laper?" Ask Mr. Arfa who seems surprised at how many servings I eat

I don't know, maybe eating is one of the happiest moments that happens every day.

I can only grin in response to Mr. Arfa's words "Abis very good indeed Pak food."

I didn't think the food would be this good.

"Eat it slowly."

This time it's my turn to ask, "Mr didn't eat?"

"I'm full look at you."

Huh huh? How does the story tell if I can be full?

"Mothers feel annoyed to see me eating. Sorry sir." I also draw the conclusion that maybe Mr. Arfa is uncomfortable with my eating style.

Mr. Arfa did not respond to my remarks. Even now he is smiling. Very bright. To the point of making my hair stand up from goosebumps to see the famous fierce Mr. Arfa suddenly smiled widely like that. So good-looking.

"Bapa why the hell? It hurt?" My toot.

"Rapidly finish your food." Just now Mr. Arfa behaved very sweet with his smile. Now Mr. Arfa's face is back.

"Smile again, sir. I'm a maximum handsome if you smile again"

"Hm?" Mr. Arfa's eyebrows went up next to hearing my sentence rendance earlier.

Geez, having a mouth so hard to control huh.

"I mean, smile. Don't put a fucking face."

"Who am I telling me to smile?"

"The student who wants to get an A in the father's subjects."

"It's good you remember."

Are you confused about Mr Arfa?

Marital rhyme until discussing

mate. Continue to long affirm our status that is only just students and lecturers. I thought we were familiar enough to at least be friends.

But, I'm going to take out a statement about wanting to be friends.

For your information, the age of me and Mr. Arfa is 6 years different. Mr. Arfa is one year older than Bang Kelvin.

Bayangin aja, 26 years old Pak Arfa has become a successful lecturer. Why did I say success? Because in addition to teaching, Mr. Arfa was also asked to be a guest lecturer outside the city and also often asked to fill seminars.

Actually I also still do not know the heck besides being a lecturer, what Pak Arfa's work is. I haven't done that with Mr. Arfa. Yes.emang no intention also to kepoin Pak Arfa.

"Well, Mas Arfa?" The calm pitched voice of a girl managed to disperse me from the daydreaming activities that I have been living for approximately 5 minutes.

"Oh, Delia?"

Delia's?

Who her?

"Mas Arfa, I didn't expect to see you here. I have wanted to contact you for a long time. But it's hard." The woman who was called Delia by Mr. Arfa spoke with a very soft word.

One word that defines Delia? Gracefully.

Delia is so graceful. Judging from the way he spoke the words alone it was very apparent that he was not from among ordinary people.

Mr. Arfa simply responded to Delia's remark with a knotty smile.

"Sorry, you're Mas Arfa's girlfriend huh?" Said Delia while looking at me.

"Not." Answer Mr. Arfa. Short, clear, and solid.

How does it feel a little bad, huh?

"Oh, I'm Delia. You?" Uh, mbak this mbak not acquaintance of this? Whichever hand abis holds the food again.

"No need to be acquainted with him. He's a nobody. Just my student." Mr Arfa why? Contact time cannot.

As a result, I only smiled clumsyly when Ma'am Delia lowered her hand which was at first positioned to shake my hand.

"Assistant lecturer." Mr. Arfa Shady nih fix. He seems to know that Miss Delia is a little confused as to who she is?

But how can there be the sound of kretek kretek huh? Is it possible that the voice of the stomach is still not round the lapernya?

"Who are you going home with?" Ask Mr. Arfa.

To me or to Delia's mother?

"I'm pul-" Again my speech was cut.

"I asked Delia, not you." Okay. Mr. Arfa is evil he could-can he giniin me. Okay fix! I'm cramming.

Does anyone care if you're snooping, Elvia? There's not. Hehe. I want to do it.

"I'm being escorted by Mr. Arman, Mas." Well, mas mas. I called myself to mas mas gojek.

"You come with me home." Said Mr. Arfa.

"How do I go home, sir?!" My screams pissed.

Just delicious. He brought it here. He also dong who has to take responsibility anterin home.

"Good gojek can. Don't be spoiled."

Just crazy. Gojek ride time?

Cloudy Sir! Whoi! Any eyes anyway?!

"Room, Sir." I said in a limp tone.

"Root."

Mr. Arfa stood up, "Thank you for helping me."

"I'm sorry, brother." Ms. Delia said goodbye to me when her hand was grasped by Mr. Arfa to immediately leave the restaurant.

Pucuk,

Ulan has arrived.

This is why matek hapek anyway?!

"By mimi the fairy who said she was Sehun's legal wife. How am I going home?!!" Rutukku upset.