ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXXVI: Lecturer Spray

The pain is still in the inside of the stomach. Until this second, the punch still left nausea, so I was worried that it would affect the condition of the inside of the body. As a result, some activities I had to cancel. One of them is the schedule of assistance with Mr. Kusumo Sastrowardoyo. I wrote that schedule on the agenda.

The problem of rescheduling assistance is not an easy matter, because Pak Kusumo's schedule is indeed crowded, so making an appointment with him requires a struggle. All I know is, Mr. Kusumo is very active, rarely at home. He often travels out of town without prior notice. Making a schedule with him should be well in advance. Really, this is very similar to making an appointment with an artist.

Since the attack on me last night, the discomfort began to linger. Sure enough, he was disappointed that I didn't come. I wasn't expecting this either. Unfortunately, most teachers do not want to know.

I officially wrote an apology in a short message, I sent it on his cell phone. Unfortunately, there was no reply, so I gave myself to contact via mobile phone. It might be better to talk directly.

At first I thought my call was ignored, it was raised. Somewhat nervous also talk to the lecturer, different when joking with friends. Sentences are usually slammed, so must compose the language as best as possible so as not to offend or impress disrespectful.

Well, let me explain the reason for the absence of the first assistance. Sentences deliberately I carefully, in accordance with the enhanced spelling, to make it formal.

“Please excuse me, Sir. I couldn't attend yesterday because I was hit by an obstruction. Can you reschedule please, sir? Again sorry,” I said carefully, keeping from igniting anger.

Unexpectedly, the cautious speech immediately got a less pleasant reception. Mr. Kusumo vigorously slaughtered with a crude language. I feel like a patient in the middle of the gladiatorial arena.

“You this how the hell? You know it! Because of making an appointment with you, I had to cancel my other schedule. If you know that, you don't need to make an appointment. You have taken a lot of my time! Now I'm males again. Later if it is not bad, then we make another appointment. Don't play with me!” spray Pak Kusumo.

This guts instantly shriveled. That feeling was a sentence I said so polite and neat. It turns out that it is still wrong in the eyes of Mr. Kusumo. All I can do is stroke the chest while saying a lot of istighfar.

“Sorry once again, Father. I was really hit by obstacles,” added me.

“What the hell is it? Don't make it up! You menstruating? Next time you are late or cancel an appointment, you can find another instructor! Sorry yes, I used to work discipline and orderly. If the model student is like you, sorry, it is better not to have any business with me. Understand you?”

Athaghfirullah! Patience .. Patience .. patience ....

“Good Sir. I-i understand. Please ask for his instructions and guidance. I pray Mr. Kusumo long life and always healthy yes Sir!”

“Loh, you doain me ugly? I am not in pain!”

Talks over. I deliberately hung up earlier, rather than bursting emotions. If emotions are uncontrollable, the wrong cell phone becomes a victim. It is wrong to talk to a senior lecturer. We should be able to go down to the lowest level. Especially if the lecturer is easily ignited emotions. We have to be extra patient, even though in the heart grumbling annoyed. The lecturer was so arrogant, like he had never been a student!

Because the phone from Pak Kusumo is annoying, it automatically makes the mood so ugly. It felt like slamming something, but unfortunately there was nothing so valuable in my room. Want to punch someone, but who? Doni was busy returning home from the village no matter what he managed. Farhan, I've barely seen the trunk of his nose in a few weeks. Whether he's still living on Earth or moving to another planet, I really don't know. Andre looks busy too. My guess is that the Inneke family has started to soften, so the couple may be preparing for their wedding day.

Me?

The pursuit of perfection will never end. So remember the Javanese proverb I heard from my mother. Choose kebonggeng sugar cane, meaning do not be too picky, because instead of getting good, then even get ugly. Like people who are choosing sugarcane plants. Because he wants to get a good sugar cane, not to mention even rotten ones. There is a truth to this saying, but it is not entirely true.

As a Javanese, there are weight-seek-bebet terms that must also be considered. Can't be reckless looking for a life partner. Fortunately, even though the mother of the village, he did not really mind all the troublesome cultural trinkets. Just try if there is a deceased sobatan, it will be even more complicated. Before choosing a pair will definitely be asked weton first, continue to calculate the market good day, about whether it fits. This will determine good or bad consequences in the future. In addition, sewage will also question whether this couple is the eldest or youngest child. Because if the firstborn with the firstborn is not good, ideally the firstborn meets the youngest child. Some have to go through a procession.

Paddle! If based on all the rules of this almighty, there I can not even mate. This is an advanced age, still believe in that. The soul is determined by God. People have been talking about landing on Mars, this is still struggling with clenics.

Huh!

Andre's wedding vow was felt. This afternoon I saw him rush home to the contract, then prepare to go out again. This provokes deep curiosity. Is she really married to Inneke?

“Hurry very, Ndre!” my broom.

“Eh, yes I've been bothered lately. Ngurusin. My parents are also coming to Surabaya soon. Turn my head, Bi!” complains Andre while fixing his shoelaces.

“You're seriously getting married to Inneke?” my many.

“You how else? Inneke's parents asked me to take responsibility. Want to not yes I have to massage. Should I run away from responsibility? Where my father was angry. My head twists!” Andre.

“Lah, you are actually not the same as Inneke?”

“Ya, baby anyway. I'm not ready to get married. He wanted to go first. We are young, Bi. My dad nagged every day on the phone. Turns out I've been betrothed to his friend's son without my knowledge. I'm pissed off too. Time not to be asked for an opinion first?”

“Well, how to go?”

“Yes, the match is off. Does she want to be my second wife? If you want to be okay!”

I must have heard Andre's explanation. In a condition like this still his brain creatively think of a second wife. Really, I have to learn a lot from him.

Andre's goat!

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