FLAVOR ANALOGY

Wadek

“After you have completed your doctoral study you must marry Shil immediately. Mama doesn't want you to take a postdoct or even a school profession like an engineer. The demands of science will have no end. But marry first you continue to learn it. You're 26 years old, baby. No. You're not Andra's brother, you two are the same. Always put forward career. Mama also wants to pet grandchildren.” Mama Alya pursed her lips after taking out the grunts that were in her heart.

“If it's just a quiet grandson Ma, Jo often makes with his lovers. Just ask him to make a special one for Mama.” Seloroh Shila then galloped towards her room. Fear of famous throws that are more extreme than the mother. Jovan looked at both. The mother and son were both acting absurdly but very comforting to her.

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Monday oh Monday, the first day of the weekdays that keeps everyone busy is no exception Shila. Every Monday there is an agenda for a leadership meeting that will certainly take a long time. In fact, usually the meeting of the leader can be completed before lunch.

Shila walked casually into her room while replying to the greetings of some lecturers and students who passed by her. In his work space there are enough lecturer friends and faculty who have come even though not all of them.

“For Miss Shila,” greet Albert, one of the lecturers who one faculty with him and only three years adrift above him

“For Mr. Al,” replied Shila with an expanding smile on her lips.

“Wadek? Don't just talk Dar. Speech is doa” said Shila imitating the words of Mama Alya last time.

“I don't just talk, you're the one who won't open a faculty group if you're on holiday. You were indeed nominated to be the vice dean of Shil. Open a chat from the faculty group then you will know if last weekend there was news that was quite horrendous, one of which is your nomination as a deputy dean” beber Dara.

Shila rounded her eyes, she could not believe what Dara said. The girl hurriedly opened her phone and sure enough many hundreds of chat in her faculty group. But it feels impossible if Shila reads it one by one, it can take time while fifteen more minutes will be held the agenda of the leadership meeting.

“There is a candidate for the Dean? Didn't Mr Andre just get off duty?” shila asked because it was almost a month this faculty did not have a Dean because Mr. Andre had just been full of duty. While the old deputy dean, Mr. Irfan continued his doctoral studies abroad. Both positions are equally empty.

“It is precisely that that makes our faculty group excited. Do you know, the future dean is a young professor. She is only 37 years old but she is a widower. I heard he's also handsome and a graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.” Dara explained so enthusiastically.

“Then why should I be nominated as vice dean? There are still many more competent than me, Mr. Al for example.” Shila asked puzzledly as she turned to look at Mr. Albert who was sitting not far from her.

“I'm pursuing my doctoral graduation this year Shil. I don't want to add to the workload. You are also just entering the second year of your doctoral study, we feel you are more deserving to be the vice dean.” It was Mr. Albert who heard the conversation between Shila and Dara.