Hello, Lecturer Sir!
Chapter 11's
“Lo where are you going? How to hurry?” abel asked as his gaze fell on Bianca who was in a hurry to put the stationery into the bag.
“Gue wants to go to the office of the financial administration,” replied Bianca, she put a bag on her shoulder preparing to go out of class.
His last course today was finished, so he wanted to go to the office of the financial administration. Because tomorrow is the last day to pay off the cost of this semester, and he does not have enough money. The plan he wants to ask for waivers to the campus.
“Oh, you want to pay the semester fee?” ask Abel. “Gue wait in the canteen of the faculty of economics, yes.”
Bianca nodded stiffly, she was lying. He had not told her about the problem, he did not want to trouble Abel. Remembering that woman helped him a lot. “Eum ... Bell, after to the office of the financial administration, I went directly to Queen Bakery,” subtly declined.
Abel smiled thinly, “Oh yes already if so.” He stared at the departure of his friend who was getting away, somehow he felt there was something Bianca hid from him.
***
As Bianca guessed, the campus must have rejected her request. He came out of the building with a lethargic face, what should he do now?
Bianca sat on the campus garden chair, she stared at the watch on her wrist. In less than an hour he had to go to Queen Bakery, he still had time to rest for a while. His eyes were closed, but his mind wandered.
He scooped his face rough, it was impossible for him to get money in a period of not up to a day. It felt as if his body and mind were tired, involuntarily tears flowing down his cheeks.
***
“What is there still to ask?” asked Arsen, he swept his gaze across the room. Silence, no one opened their voice. “Good, I hope you all understand. Then I end the course today, excuse me.”
Arsen walked towards his room, there was a lot for him to do today. Two hours after this he had to teach a second semester student course, returning from campus he had to recap his student grades and make an exam question because soon the semester changes.
Arsen's steps came to a halt as his eyes caught a familiar figure, slowly approaching. Getting closer, he was convinced that the woman was Bianca. But something strange and unusual, the wayward student ... cried? Arsen could clearly hear the sound of a sobbing slowly filling his eardrum.
What happened to Bianca? Arsen shook his head, it's none of his business. He chose to turn away from the woman, but only five steps back to approach Bianca. To hell with his prestige, he somehow did not like to see his bengal student crying.
Arsen came back to Bianca, he reached into the pocket of her cloth pants. Then thrust his maroon handkerchief, “This.”
Arsen snorted at Bianca who was gawking and ignored the handkerchief from her. “Take,” her word is anxious because the woman did not receive her handkerchief.
“That's what, Sir?” tanya Bianca still did not believe the behavior of her lecturer who suddenly thrust a handkerchief towards her. Tumben once, the fierce is good to him.
Arsen clucked, at a time like this the woman still provoked her anger. Stupid, his mind is upset. “You don't see, this is a handkerchief,” bright Arsen goiter.
“I mean, it ... for me?” bianca asked staring at the maroon handkerchief in Arsen's hand.
Still asking? Inner Arsen was half-dead, the brains of his recalcitrant female student were pulverized like it. “This is just me and you, obviously this is for you.” The next second his eyes squinted suspiciously. “You daritadi asked unnecessary things to answer. Do you want to code me to remove your tears?”
Bianca nodded, what the lecturer was. Narcissistic and geernya nature began to relapse, he took a handkerchief in the hands of his lecturer. “Thank you, Sir. But I did not code Mr. Arsen, Mr mostly watch soap operas,” he said a little ketus.
Arsen growled, looking at the puffy eyes and the red nose of the woman himself incited himself to nag.
“You—”
Arsen opened his mouth, the next second he clenched his mouth back. He stared at Bianca's departure in silence, but his head did not stop wondering why she was crying.
Drrt .. drrtt ... Mama is calling....
Arsen breathed a long breath looking at the caller ID on the phone screen, himself from yesterday ignored his Mama's phone call. Huft ... what else is Mama planning. It shifts the green icon.
“Halo, Ma.”
***
Here is Arsen now, at the residence of Megantara. After he finished teaching the last class, he immediately gasp back home. The big boss, aka Mama, asked him to go home, after a debate about his life succumbing to go home.
“What are you doing Amanda?” asked Karin while looking intently at her youngest son.
Zafran-Papa Arsen-frowning, “who is Amanda, Ma?”
“That's Zefa, Pa. So Mama wants to mate Arsen with Amanda. But yesterday the Zefa said she wanted to cancel this match, it must be because of your son, Pa. Though Mama had wanted Arsen to be nice, but look now, Amanda's party broke off the matchmaking,” explained Karin mash staring intently at Arsen.
“Ma, Arsen is not rude or anything Amanda,” said Arsen defended himself, “ya .. maybe there is no match between Arsen and Amanda.”
“Mama also once said give Arsen the opportunity to choose his own candidate limit until Mama's birthday. So justin Arsen try to find yourself,” continued Arsen.
Karin sighed softly, “Mama is worried that you will be like Martin who is not married because he is busy with work.”
“Oh, yes. Mama has a new employee, she's nice, beautiful, hardworking, keep her ..”.
Arsen stared at tired Karin, “Ma, please..”.
“OK, but if you have not brought a candidate in front of Mama during the birthday event later, you must accept the woman of choice Mama,” break up Karin final.
Arsen smiled, thank God he managed to persuade his mother. “Siap bu Boss. That's Arsen to the room, Ma, Pa.”
Arriving in the room, Arsen loosened the tie. He sat on the edge of the bed, his memory turning back to the events of a few hours ago. Bianca's face filled her mind, she ruffled her hair. Why does he think about the woman, wants Bianca to cry or be happy or whatever it is not his business. Rather than thinking about her, there was still a lot to think about.
Arsen got up from his seat, better to take a shower. In order for his mind to be clear again, had not had time to open the bathroom door the sound of mobile phone vibrations on the nightstand interrupts him. He walked up to the flat object lazily, who sent a late-night message like this. His eyes widened in shock at the message from the woman who was filling his mind.
Lemot Girl: Sir, do you have time tomorrow? There's something I want to talk about.
Arsenic: I can be at twelve noon.
Lemot Girl: Yes, sir. Thanks time.
Arsen stared at his phone screen, wondering what Bianca would talk about.
