Hello, Lecturer Sir!

Chapter 14's

Bianca rummaged through her closet, looking for the right clothes. But do not go to find clothes that are suitable for birthday events, let alone dress, Bianca does not have a skirt. For her wearing a skirt was very troublesome, she could not move freely.

In the closet there are only jeans and cloth, shirts, t-shirts, that's all. Wearing such clothes felt inappropriate, especially Arsen planned to introduce him to the man's family. He didn't want to embarrass Arsen. Honestly, he was nervous about meeting the family of the fierce one.

Bianca was sitting on the edge of the bed, she couldn't possibly borrow Abel's dress, she must have been suspicious. Suddenly the vibration of the mobile phone on the learning table interrupts him, he quickly snatches the flat object.

"Hello," said Bianca without seeing the caller ID.

"Hello, Bianca." Bianca is very poulted outside the head of heavy voice belonging to her fierce lecturer.

"I'm already in front of your Indekos alley" continued Arsen across.

Lho?! How-how?

Bianca blinked her eyes, "Ha?"

"I'm in front of your indekos alley, Bianca Almeera Anatasya" Arsen said with emphasis at the end of the sentence.

Bianca kept staring at the clock on the study table, there should still be an hour and a half. But why did Arsen pick her up early?

"Sir, don't you pick me up at eight. Why come early? I'm not ready, sir." Bianca paced the room with a bite of a finger, her habit of panicking too much.

"Not to get ready. Meet me now, I want to take you somewhere before going home," Arsen said firmly pointing out if he did not want to be denied, the next second the man cut off the phone unilaterally.

Bianca goiter, again Arsen behave arbitrarily. Even though the man has complied with his wishes, but Arsen still sucks. That annoying nature has become the middle name of his fierce lecturer. He grabbed a blue hoodie and put it on, then walked down the stairs to the bottom floor.

"Bang Rian, I'll go home a little maleman. Later, please open the door, yes," said Bianca asked for help to her level brother who was playing guitar on the front porch of the index.

"Lo chat only if it's in front, ntar I open," reply Rian focus with guitar in his hand.

"Okay, thanks, Bang." Bianca walked down the alley of her still crowded indecos, considering it was still half seven p.m.

Right in front of the alley, he saw Arsen was tidy. The man leaned on the hood of the car while playing a mobile phone, he walked over. "Sir Arsen, it's still half-seven, '" he snorted as he stood before the fierce one.

Arsen kept the flat object in his pants pocket, he walked around opening the car door for his wayward student. Seeing Bianca who did not go inside, he clucked. "Why are you still there? Come in," he said.

Bianca snorted incoherently following the orders of the fierce one with her face bent slightly. In the car he couldn't hide his curiosity, "Sir, where are you going?"

Arsen who was focusing on driving now glanced at the woman next to him at a glance, "later you know too."

Bianca was silent, until the car she was riding stopped in front of the boutique. Arsen clasped his hand and brought himself inside. "Sir, I can walk by myself. I'm not a child" Bianca said. He was not used to the physical contact that the fierce man made to him.

Arsen stopped, he looked at Bianca. "From now on I will often hold your hand, so get used to it from now on."

"And ... get used to being off campus call me Arsen. In front of my family also don't be too formal, okay?" ask Arsen.

His age and Arsen was six years adrift, he felt he was less polite if calling without frills 'mas or bang or maybe sis'. "Sir, but...."

Bianca held her breath for a few seconds as the distance with Arsen was very close. His mind suddenly blanked, until a soft voice resuscitated him.

"Arsen, how are you? Long time you don't go to a Auntie's boutique," said the middle-aged woman with shoulder-length brown hair.

"Tante Sandra, Arsen wants a semi-formal dress for Bianca," Arsen said, his hand moving around the waist of the woman next to him. "Aunte Sandra's new design during Paris Fashion Week is still there, right?"

Sandra looked at the woman next to Arsen, even she had just realized the existence of Bianca. A smile rose in his thin lips, "It just so happens to be still there. Who is this, Sen?"

Arsen smiled, "this is Arsen's girlfriend."

"Don't date her for long, if it can be quickly confirmed," Sandra teased, Arsen smiled. But in contrast to Bianca, the woman who was initially smiling now turned cold, and Arsen realized that.

"Come, Bi. Follow Auntie," Sandra invited, replied a nod by Bianca.

Bianca stared off the shoulder dress in front of her in amazement, the marron-red knee-length dress was extremely beautiful. Fit once in line with the shirt that Arsen wears. He walked to the Fitting Room, to try wearing it.

Bianca looked at her reflection in front of the mirror, the dress felt right on her body. He saw the price tag on the dress, how surprised he was when he saw the price listed there. Do you want to buy a dozen million just to buy a dress? It clucked. It is better to pay for indekos and it is still leftover than buying this dress.

Bianca exited the Fitting Room, she walked towards Arsen who was sitting on the sofa not far from her. "Ar ... cent," he called, he was still not used to calling Arsen without the frills of 'Sir'.

Arsen averted his gaze from the magazine, he stared at Bianca from top to bottom. The corner of his lips was pulled upwards, perfect. "Dress is suitable for you to wear" said Arsen, he got up from his seat. "Tante Sandra, Arsen take this dress."

What the

Bianca pulled Arsen's hand away from Sandra, after feeling distant she whispered, "Pak Arsen, we better find another boutique. Or we go to the usual clothing store I and Abel buy, there is usually a discount. Dress here is expensive, sir."

Arsen snorted, "no, I want you to wear this dress." Because you are beautiful wearing this dress, she continued in her heart.

Bianca stared at Arsen's departure with a murmur, her lecturer was really stubborn.

***

Along the way, Bianca seemed restless. He was nervous about meeting the Arsenes. The man said the birthday was held on a small scale. There is only the core family of the lecturer. But still his nervousness could not be conditioned.

Arsen's car entered the yard, he parked his car next to Rendra's car. His first brother came, he thought the man was absent. He came down and opened the door for Bianca.

Realizing that Bianca was nervous, Arsen grabbed her hand. "Look, my family won't eat you" Arsen said.

Bianca took a breath after calmly getting out of the car, and walked along with Arsen to the porch of the house.

Before opening the whitewashed door, Arsen looked at the woman beside him. "Don't call me sir, just call me by my name. And, in front of my family do not be too formal. 'me-you' do not 'me-you' later my family suspicious," Arsen reminded at length. Bianca is just a mangosteen.

Arsen had not yet opened the doorknob, the white-painted door was open. "Bianca?!"