FRIEND OR HUSBAND

Rice Padang

Ashafa! I don't know what's in his brain, he thinks hard.

"*J*don't-don't it be true he is, the man to be betrothed*with me." Bathin Ashafa.

"Hey.. Can you hear? Or are you deaf?" Waving his hand, in front of the girl.

"T...no! I hear sir, it's good to say I'm deaf, huh... The father! It's as if I were talking!" Omel the girl.

"Then, if you are deaf what dong? I asked to be answered. It even petrifies so." The lecturer chimed in.

"Yes, yes!" Answer the girl off guard.

"You mean! Are you really the daughter of Mr Bernad Dorman?" The lecturer was flabbergasted.

Finally, Ashafa nodded his head slowly.

"What's wrong sir? If I were Mr Bernad's son?" Ask Asyafa, trying to calmly pretend not to understand and the godhead period.

"So right, you're the son of Mr Bernad Dorman?" The lecturer made sure.

"Looks, you doubt me and don't believe me." Reply Asyafa, smiling wryly.

"No, not like that! I mean, are you really the girl I'm going to be betrothed to?" The question, just slid from the mouth of the Lecturer without hesitation.

Suddenly, Ashafa smothered his mouth in disbelief. That the man in front of her was, truly the one who had been betrothed by her parents.

"Why you?" The lecturer looked in wonder.

"Thanks... ! I don't know why!" Ashafa threw away his face.

"Don't you know it! And know me, Dad? Or you're a stalker, or.."

"Stop it!" Ashafa, cut the lecturer's statement. Suddenly the Lecturer had his words hanging in the air, evaporating just like that.

"Waaah.means right my guess well! You already know everything." The lecturer was just guessing.

"Iwai.. That guy knows!" Suddenly Ashafa, pushed the Lecturer to fall to the floor.

"M. sorry Sir! I don't mean to push you down." Sesal Ashafa's.

"Damn... !" Umpat the lecturer.

"Sorry sir, I'm sorry I pushed you too hard, so you fell down!" Asyafa cried with a clear face, folding both hands in front of the Lecturer.

"Save your pardon! I hate being dirty the most, and don't like your reckless and stupid nature!" The Lecturer Maki.

Both are silent, silent. Then the Lecturer woke up and cleaned his pants that were hit by the floor. Although, it doesn't look dirty at all.

Looked at Ashafa's two eyes, his tears in tears that were almost spilled, but Ashafa held him back.

"Why this sick! Before that, many people cursed him. If you don't like it, I'm normal."Bathin Ashafa's.

The daydream stopped, when the knock on the door sounded to the two!.

Tok. tok. tok.. ! Door in the ketok.

"Is there anyone inside?" Ask a man heard.

"Just enter sir! It's not locked." The Lecturer's orders.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lecturer! This is a package of food, in the name of Mr Rayhan Darma! Please accept." Said Mang Ujang, the custodian of the University School.

"Sir, thank you! It's money for you, just take it for your son." Said the Lecturer, while giving 100 thousand dollars to Mang Ujang, and took the food package

"Alhamdullilah, Mr. Lecturer pisan bageur tea oruh." Said Mang Ujang, who sumringah got money from the Lecturer.

"Oh the Lecturer! Just call me Mang Ujang oruh, bageur it means good tea Mr. Lecturer." Obviously Mang Ujang While chuckling, he was very happy.

"Eeh.. Is neng geulis also here?" Tanya Mang Ujang looked at Asyafa, who was sitting in a silent sofa.

"Yes.. Ujang Mang!" Ashafa replied with a faint smile.

"Yes, I said it first. I want some beberes in the room TU, thank you well Mr. Lecturer, the money I received." Said Mang Ujang, while closing the door slowly.

"Sama-sama Mang Ujang." Answer Mr. Lecturer.

The lecturer walked towards Ashafa, then handed him a package of food he had ordered.

"Take it! " The Lecturer's Pinta.

Then he pulled the table, which was not far from the sofa.

"Thank you." Answer the girl slowly.

"Yes.eat! Don't just look at it. That's your Padang rice." The Lecturer's orders, while opening his own Padang rice package.

They ended up eating voraciously and quietly, as the Lecturer occasionally glanced at the girl eating by hand. While the Lecturer uses a spoon and fork then he was curious.

"Hey.. Missis! You are so slovenly. Why do you eat with your hands? What are there spoons and forks for, huh.. !" The lecturer shuddered in disgust.

Ashafa remained silent, only shrugging his shoulders up a little. Without a care the Lecturer's gaze grinned at him.

"If asked, answer!" The Lecturer was sniffed.

"Enterprime.." Just to answer, the girl's phone rang.

Dret. dret.. " Alya Calling

"Hallo, why Alya?"

"Where areyou? Me and the kids are waiting for you at Basscamp. Not coming back yet." Alya's voice was across the phone.

"Yes.I'll follow up, just wait okay!" Answer Asyafa.

That's.. ! Cellphone turned off.

"Sir, I beg your permission to meet with my friend, because I promised you earlier sir." Ashafa asked for permission.

"Take your food first, after it's finished you can go." Said the Lecturer, while taking warm water.

"Thank you Sir!" Ashafa smiled sweetly.

"But, I'm asking for your HP number! How, say? He said, while taking out the Lecturer's HP and starting to open it.

"U.. for what, you want my HP number?" Ask Ashafa clumsy.

"To call you dong!" Quickly answer.

Then the Lecturer's hand took a tissue, to clean the rice attached to Ashafa's lips.

Asyafapun gasped and his eyes bulged, not believing what the Lecturer was doing.

Degs...

Asyafa's heart was pounding.

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