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The Immaculate Love 21

Quinsha Daneen doesn't need to hide sighing. Even with a blatant and clear sound, he heaved a heavy sigh now. His pair of eyes stared one by one the fellow teachers who were both staring at him— while asking for the answer—from who was standing right in front of him, or who remained sitting in his chair. The point is that they are all waiting for an answer from Quinsha.

“Cause, Ma'am, we're just asking, kok.” That was Lila, the most senior teacher among them right now. Although he was not 40 years old.

‘How to relax, if suddenly interrogated like this’. Quinsha.

“Yes, even if it is true you have a relationship, no papa really, Ma'am, we are happy. Where you know one day so be famous,” continued Lila then who was greeted with crisp laughter from others.

“No relation, mbak,” Quinsha replied quickly. Before their thinking all who make their own possibilities are increasingly rolling and can no longer be prevented.

Quinsha felt herself sitting in a hot chair. In fact, they all just ask questions, based on the news they have seen or just heard. That's a natural thing. But Quinsha felt this was not a pleasant thing for her. Doubts that last night had infiltrated the soul to meet Rafardhan, now changed to faith instantly. Meeting Rafardhan and talking to him, it's on Quinsha's mandatory agenda now.

It must have been predictable, what Quinsha is experiencing at this time. Yes, the girl was interrogated by fellow teachers at the Foundation. let alone the main problem, if not news of her closeness to a famous artist, the news has been increasingly spread.

Counting twice in one day, he was placed as a "asphyxiant" in the interrogation chair. First by his own mother, and second by his fellow teachers here. And that's with the same problem. If Quinsha had known in her Fate notebook that she would have met Rafardhan, she would have refused.

“I don't know Rafardhan very well. I just know, it was because we met accidentally. I have never seen a web series starring him. So, I don't know anything about him,” explained Quinsha.

Some of them think Quinsha's answer is enough, but not to others, who are still hacking questions, “he said, two days ago, Rafardhan met you yes, Here?”

“Ya.” Quinsha nodded her head.

“Well that's him, if not so familiar, why did he meet you here?” one small and natural question, considering Rafardhan was a famous artist, suddenly he approached Quinsha at the foundation. Everyone must be questioning.

Again Quinsha felt cornered. But should he explain to everyone the chronology of his meeting with Rafardhan? Totally tired of course. Quinsha hopes that the lesson time will soon arrive, so that he will be freed from the unofficial interrogations of mothers who may be Rafardhan Malik's big fans. And when he glanced at his watch, the break was still 10 minutes away. Pretty long.

“Package!” there was a call from the sender of the package from the direction of the office terrace. After a few jokes to look at each other, selected one person who immediately went out to see. For a moment, their topic of conversation was diverted. This moment was used by Quinsha to move on immediately. But he also stood up. Risma, who went out to check the package, reentered with a man carrying a bouquet of flowers.

“Package for you, Ms. Quinsha,” said Risma as her hand shook the package carrier to put her flower bucket on the front desk of Quinsha.

“From who, Sir?” ask Quinsha.

“There is the name of the sender, Ma'am. Please check!”

Quinsha nodded and immediately read the name of the sender. His face immediately changed pias when he knew who the sender was. This made Lila and Risma who were standing near Quinsha, take a look at the paper the girl was holding. On the white paper is not too big, it says the name Rafardhan Malik.

“Rafardhan Malik? Wauu!” risma and Lila together.

“So this is a flower delivery from Rafardhan? Is there really nothing to do, Ms Quinsha?” lila followed Risma's laughter.

Quinsha could only shut up. Want to say nothing after being sent a bunch of roses? It certainly won't work. Fix, he had to ask Rafardhan the point of everything. Want to run wherever the young man will pursue, Quinsha's determination now.

'What the hell Rafardhan wants, he's like deliberately fishing in murky water'.

rutuk Quinsha in silence.

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