Hello, Lecturer Sir!

Chapter 20's

Bianca tapped her legs impatiently, the elevator that took her to the sixth floor was slow. He bit his lips in panic, surely his fierce lecturer that one was already preparing to spray him with the fire of anger.

Ting!

Bianca stepped out, she walked quickly down the corridor of the sixth floor then stopped in one of the rooms. His hand was ready to open the door handle, his lips were about to say a prayer. Once ready, he slowly knocked on the door three times and opened it.

There Arsen stood with his hands folded over his chest, his laser eyes staring at Bianca as if they were going to skin the woman alive. "Bianca Almeera Anatasya," she called out in a heavy and deep voice.

Duh, standby five!

Bianca flinched in place, her hair suddenly standing up to hear the sound of Arsenic baritone calling out to her. The man's aura was very different, this time it felt even more horror.

"Do you remember college?" ask Arsen sharply.

Kalem, Bi, the bath is soothing. Kalem, can't be loud.

Yet another in the mouth of another in the heart, his mouth could not be invited to compromise. "If you don't remember I can't be here, sir," Bianca replied, the next second she cursed her fucking mouth.

As Arsen's blood rose to the crown, he closed his eyes briefly to hold back the anger that was ready to explode. What sin she had was that her wayward student was not helped like Bianca. "What time is it?" tanyakanya.

Bianca frowned, but replied, "nine o'clock, sir. You have a clock, why ask me?"

Arsen growled as he massaged his temple, "you're nearly an hour late, I can't tolerate your delay. So, get you out of my class now, Bianca."

Bianca swallowed the saliva, her breathing choked. "Lho, Sir. I have a reason why I'm late" Bianca said in a panic.

"What is my word less clear? The door is there you can get out" Arsen said, still staring at the student.

"Sir, I was listening to the guy in the crackle. Because I am kind, I help her. Eaten—"

"Bianca Almeera Anatasya, get out of my class now" Arsen said. "I don't need your alibi. After class you come to my room."

Bianca's lips chipped, she turned out of the Arsenic classroom. Along the corridor of the sixth floor to the lobby he did not stop mumbling, it was fitting that the lecturer was single, the fierce and cruel nature of it was no cure.

***

The cafeteria of the faculty of economics this morning looked bustling, Bianca went inside and ordered food. He opened his eyes, the seats around him were full. Apes, he was hit by Arsen's deadly spray. Now he has no seat.

"Muucca!"

Bianca was surprised, she was no stranger to this voice. He looked around for someone to call out to him, until his eyes fell on the man in a blue dongker flannel shirt smiling as he waved at him.

Oh, that's right....

Bianca walked over to the man, carrying avocado juice and a plate of chicken cordon bleu in both hands. Both of his eyebrows fused together, "lo FEB's son too?" he asked as soon as he was in front of the man.

Instead of answering the man smiled knotfully making Bianca hold her breath involuntarily. Enjoy God which you deny, his mind. The man's face was not as chaotic as it was this morning, although the bruise on his face was still not completely gone. Bianca only realized that the man was quite handsome, although he was still more handsome than the demon lecturer. He shook his head, why did he suddenly think of the fierce one.

"Sit here, Bi," said the man as he patted the empty seat beside him. According to Bianca, she placed her order on the table and sat down next to the man.

"So you're FEB's son?" ask Bianca again, "but I've never seen you, yeah."

The man shook his head, "gue next door."

"Yep, I'm a Fisip boy. Oh yeah, we haven't met. I'm Bara" said Bara, extending his right hand.

Bianca smiled, then returned Bara's hand. "Greetings, Bar," he replied. "Oh yeah, are you here?"

"Gue again wants to eat here," replied Bara. "Lo, get out of class. Very cute."

Bianca's face was clouded again, "gue got raged by Mr. Arsen, because he was late for class."

"I'm sorry, because I nolongin you got sprayed Mr. Arsen," said Bara felt guilty.

Bianca quickly shook her head, "this is not your fault, Bar. It's my fault because from the beginning it was bad luck."

"But I still take part in making you late," said Bara Keukeuh, "this aja, you tomorrow night there is no event?"

"Huh?" Bianca seemed to think, "there's no such thing. Why?"

Bara sipped his drink, then interrupted, "street yuk, I know a good place to eat. As an apology for making you late."

Bianca shook her head in disapproval. "No need, Bar. It's not your fault."

"Gue doesn't want to know, you have to come with me" said Bara stubbornly.

Bara's stubbornness reminded Bianca of being fierce, the two men having similar traits. The difference is that Arsen has a dark and fierce aura, while the man beside him has a warm and friendly aura.

If only the fierce had that aura, Arsen's good looks would have doubled. His hatred will fade away instantly. Nah, kan. Again he thought of the demon Arsen. It looks like his brain is contaminated.

The punishment from Arsen, which had been heavy, after meeting Bara, became light. The man was quite entertaining. And it just so happens that he and Bara have a similar liking, thriller.

***

Arsen checked the files in his room, but he couldn't focus. The clock had already shown at twelve, her class ended an hour ago but the wayward student did not reveal her nostrils.

Arsen glanced at the flat object not far from him, hesitatingly sending a message to Bianca.

Arsenic: Bianca, to my room now.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

There was no sign of Bianca replying to his message.

Arsen stood up from his seat, then grabbed the suit on the hanger. His wayward student began to dare to him, be careful, his mind is arrogant.

Arsen walked towards the parking lot, but before that he wanted to buy coffee in the canteen of the faculty of economics. His steps came to a halt when his eyes caught the figure he had in his car a few minutes ago chatting with Bara. Who does not know one of the students with a bad track record. Very good, he waited an hour in the room, the woman was just engrossed alone with men.

His hands clenched, for some reason his feelings were not calm. Arsen was annoyed by the sight in front of him, so he did not want to drink coffee. He turned away feeling confused and annoyed at the same time.

Arsen got into his car, he was pensive. Why is his feeling not calm? He scooped his face violently.