Attracted Passion of the Fiancee

Chapter 3

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I returned the broom I borrowed from Mr. Indra. I approached Arfan who was sitting alone in the teacher's room.

"Sir, I've swept the front yard,"

Arfan saw me. "Don't repeat it" she replied and told me to go to class. I say goodbye to him after he leaves. When I got to the front of the class, the teacher who was teaching didn't let me in. I was asked to wait outside until the lesson was over. What an amazing combo I got this morning.

I played my phone while I waited for the lesson to be over. From a distance Arfan apparently noticed me sitting alone outside the classroom.

"April, if the school's clock is over, you go straight home"

I read a chat from my mother and replied "OK"

When the lesson was over, the teacher who had just taught allowed me to enter the classroom. Melody and Ayu look happy with my arrival. The class president asked me to fill out the delay report and hand it over to Arfan. Can't be yes, just one day not dealing with him. The principal why let him be the homeroom teacher anyway. My life has become complicated because of the same deal he continues.

Ayu and Melody offered to accompany me to deliver the report to the teacher's room. Those who have a crush on the teacher, even I who always deal with him. 

I then filled out the report and took it to the teacher's room. Ayu and Melody of course accompanied me happily, but, Arfan asked them to wait outside because there was no interest.

I finished signing the report and said goodbye to leave the teacher's room. Ayu and Melody who had been waiting for me outside immediately pulled my hand away from the teacher room when they saw my expression turn angry.

If there is a nomination for the category of the most annoying teacher in the world, the teacher chuckled and cold as a freezer, he must be the winner. I feel sorry for his girlfriend or his wife facing him every day. God, I hope my soul mate is not like him. 

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I just got home to see my dad cleaning up. I went to my room to change clothes at the same time Mom called me. I put on my shirt and went to see Mom who was in the kitchen. There are many snacks on the plates that are ready to serve. 

"Indeed we want an event huh, ma'am?," I asked curiously while helping my mother move the dishes onto the dinner table.

"Your father got a phone call this morning from your future fiancee. He and his family are going to our house tonight. They want her engagement to be held sooner,"

Whahuh? Accelerated? Really dong, if at the slow down I agree. He did not think yes I just a few days into school have asked for an engagement event at the fast pace. Wedding kebelet is like a man. The mother who saw me was silent and told me to take a shower and get ready.

At night, Dad, Mom and I waited for my future fiance's family in the living room. Of course, wearing the clothes that my mother bought me. I'm not excited about this show because it's obviously not my wish. My dream of becoming a singer at a young age was dashed.

About fifteen minutes later the group waiting for my father and mother came. They one by one entered the house and shook hands in turn. My father's candidate said that his son would follow, because he had to pick up his sister first at the airport. Hearing that, I hope that he does not come and his engagement is canceled. 

Mother asked me to get up to prepare the snacks that I had put on the dining table to the living room.

"April is so beautiful, like my son said," said a mother in a dusty pink dress as I poured tea into empty glasses.

I just smiled at her words while thinking who the child of the mother was, do I know her child? Why would her son know me? 

Shortly thereafter, the sound of a car stopped in front of the house. Like it was them. I'm being stubborn anyway. A woman enters the house first. With her friendly smile and her beautiful face like a beauty vlogger, she sat down next to me. Then follow up with the man behind her. The man was sitting right in front of me. I couldn't say anything when I saw him come in. Of course he knows me, because he's my English teacher, Mr. Arfan.