A Match For Handsome Teacher

A Match For Handsome Teacher
Chapter 3



Not much different from what Hizaz thinks, the girl in front of him also feels the same way, feeling he has met before even though it has been a long time.


Having both mastered their shock, they greeted each other at the helm of Hizaz sitting on an empty sofa, right next to Fiaz and facing the girl head-on.


"Know he is Mr. Burhan, a friend of Daddy's old nyantri, his wife's name is Bu Sophi and the beautiful girl's youngest son Pak Burhan" Mr. Fatir started his obrol again after his two sons greeted them. Hizaz and Fiaz smiled at the guests,


"Greetings to the Father, Mother," said Hizaz and Fiaz compact


"With her beautiful and cute daughter" continued Fiaz and accompanied by a flirtatious smile.


"Aauuu Mas's pain" Fiaz complained of pain after his waist was pinched by Hizaz, accompanied by laughter from all those sitting in the living room.


"Hizaz same Fiaz is still in college, right, ohya, did I ever hear if Hizaz lectures in Egypt.?" Ask Mr. Burhan suddenly


"I graduated one year ago Sir, and now I teach at MA Ar-Rashid where I used to school" Hizaz replied with a smooth speech.


"Oohh nice dong, so the science is not idle. Oh, wait, wait, MA Ar-Rashid isn't that a shade with Ponpes Ar-Rashid huh, the leader Kang Rahman, right.?" Asked Mr. Burhan enthusiastically with a face that was waiting for an answer


"Yes betu once, it was Ponpes that Kang Rahman built after completing his salary in Jatim," Obviously this is Mr. Fatir who replied.


"Later if the time is enough we want to stop there all of you, have not met for a long time" said Mr. Burhan later


"Oh yes I forgot to introduce him, know Hizaz and Fiazz, this is my daughter name is Zilza Amelia just call Zilza, she is still in 3rd grade High School and soon exams. So I take him for a walk to refresh first because starting next week already have to tutoring every day." Mr. Burhan replied at length


"Zilza has a girlfriend yet.?, Aauuu!" Phiaz's chirps are then accompanied by a pinch from Hizaz that is louder than the first pinch.


"This Zilza I forbid to date, if there is someone who likes yes I ask directly marriage only, but later it will still be school. Let's go to college for marriage." Again Mr. Burhan who answered because Zilza just bowed his face, confused to say what. Fiaz and the others understood.


"Dad, we're a match for Mas Hizaz with Zilza how.?" Suddenly Phiaz


"Good idea anyway, how is Han, you don't want to be Zilza's match with Hizaz, let us be besan.?" Fatir responded to his son's proposal with great enthusiasm, how not, Burhan was his best friend since he was young and they were very close like siblings, and now he is also his wife is looking for the right girl to be juxtaposed with her son.


If Hizaz and Zilza are destined to be a match, of course he will be very happy because he became his best friend from a young age. But it all goes back to their daughter's son whether to agree with this matchmaking.


"I depend on Zilza, because he will live all this. How about Nok, do you want to be paired with Hizaz.?" Burhan asked his daughter who was only replied with a small arch at both corners of her lips.


"What about Hizaz, do you agree to be betrothed to my daughter.?" Ask Burhan directly.


"You are so bad" said Hizaz spontaneously accompanied by the laughter of everyone in the living room. Then the face of Hizaz feels hot because of shame, how not, actually Hizaz will say the sentence was just in his heart, only, but his mouth could not be compromised so Hizaz subconsciously uttered a sentence that lowered his reputation as a cool man.


"It's okay that my authority goes down today to laughter, which I certainly do want and really want to be a match with him" Hizaz said while staring at Zilza silently, and when Zilza looked back at him, he looked at him, Hizaz raised both corners of his lips so that he showed a distinctive smile, and after that he turned his gaze in the other direction, as well as Zilza. They both have feelings of like in silence, and are ashamed to express it