Fear of Falling in Love

Arrogant Writer (Restyani Ananda Putri)

I walked into my beloved campus in a hurry. Walk while looking at the clock that is coiled on the wrist. Well, I'm dead by half 10 in the morning. Schedule facing the supervisor at 9 o'clock exactly. I'm already half an hour late. I'm late because of Gibriel Alexander, last night I read his novel until 12 o'clock exactly. Wait for sms reply from up to half 1.

After the failure of marriage with Aldy, I chose to continue my education to college. I want to focus on pursuing my dream that was abandoned because of the pain of love. The room of the supervising lecturer has been seen by my eyeball. I'm accelerating my pace. In my heart I continue to pray that I can get a lecturer who is not fierce and will forgive me coming late. But unexpectedly, something I didn't want happened.

Bruk!

I fell down and the books I was holding were scattered on the floor. “Okay, who the hell hit me all? Not on time. I'm in a hurry to face the supervisor,” gruntuku.

I still sat down hoping that the person who hit me apologized and helped me stand up and tidy up the books that were scattered on the floor because of his actions.

“Ngapain lo still sitting? How can I help you stand up? Sorry, I was just trying to do it,” said someone in front. His words made my brain boil. Not that he apologized for berbarakku eh he said rude instead.

I raise my head. Instantly my emotions just vanished when I saw the person who hit me earlier. In the person who hit me was a really cute guy, his face was pure white German and Arabic blateran that, his nose fountain, his lips sweet how did I ever see him huh? Unfortunately, I forgot where I met him.

I squinted my eyes to recognize his face carefully. My brain is busy thinking hard trying to remember ever see this guy where the hell? 5 Minutes later, I remembered it. The man in front of me is Gibriel Alexander, author of the novel You Are My Love. I really don't think he went to college at the same place as me.

I reached out, “Hay, you are Gibriel Alexander right? I know Restyani. I really like your novel.” I put on the sweetest smile.

He just looks at me cynically. “It's important that you know each other? Sorry ye I don't have time.” After saying so, Gibriel Alexander, just left from before me and ignored me.

I'm still gawking at Gibriel Alexander's attitude. This time I found a writer. Cute-faced potatoes so can be arrogant?

“Basic writer! I doain no girl wants to be the same lo and you will be single for life!” the words of the oath came out spontaneously from my mouth.

“Res, why are you still sitting flat to the room of your guidance counselor! He waited a long time. His face is horribly scary, I swear!” said Nindya, my best friend at this university.

“Ask what help? Do you want me to go to the supervisor?”

“Not that. I'm just asking you to make clean up my books scattered on the floor.”

“If about it small. Let me do it! Cepetan lo facing the supervisor.”

I say a thousand thanks to Nindya. I went straight to the lecturer's room. In this world not all arrogant, there are still good people one of them Nindya. Lucky for him to be my best friend.

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Bruk!

I dropped the body onto the beloved island of Kapok. Arriving at the room at half-time five in the afternoon. Today was a really exhausting day. The supervisor's lecturer took me, I was 45 minutes late. At first he did not want to be my guide but kurayu continued and as a result his heart was also melted. There is a tapi, he gave additional tasks that bejibun. So it was to the book store first looking for a book to do the task.

I accidentally touched something. The object is long-sided, the skin there are embossed so. The curiosity of the god-level made me sow that thing. Oh, my God, this is a songwriter novel. Mending now I'm throwing away the novel. Why keep the novel if the author alone does not appreciate the reader?

Brak!

I threw the novel on the floor and then I stood up and started to trample the novel. He won't know what I'm doing, but at least it will reduce my frustration with him. Because of him, I was late for college.

After being content to trample the novel, I opened the trash can behind the bedroom door. Plung! The novel landed safely in the trash can. And now it's time to sleep in the afternoon, my body is tired. Hope not to meet Gibriel in the dreamland. To me meeting Gibriel was a nightmare.