Hello, Lecturer Sir!

Chapter 3

Bianca had just received a call from her mother who was in the village, she said if the money she sent two weeks ago was up for treatment. Yeah, his mom's sick. Actually Bianca did not have the heart to leave her mother in the village, but the middle-aged woman asked her to go to college. Because before, he had told his mother if he wanted to go to college and work in an office. Fortunately, the neighbor wanted to be asked for help to take care of his mother.

But when he was in college, it felt like he was in the wrong direction. In addition, the lecturer was a devil-hearted angel like Arsen, making him not at home in the accounting department. But Bianca must not give up so easily, she must be able to boast of her mother. Because only the middle-aged woman he had now.

The problem is now, he needs money for college and his mother's treatment. A week ago he was fired, and this past Sunday his schedule was tight due to the assignment from Arsen. As a result, he has not been able to find a part time job.

Bianca bowed lethargic, her head suddenly dizzy. He massaged his temple, after feeling better, he came back to Arsen. Bianca sat herself opposite the Galak, in front of her there was already a bowl of soto and orange ice. Bianca is usually excited if she eats for free, but this time she does not feel like eating. He looked at the soto with no interest.

"Eat," Arsen said, staring at Bianca with her eagle eyes.

Bianca just nodded weakly, she fed her food slowly. In his head he was busy thinking about how he got a part time job quickly. Until the baritone's voice snapped at him from the daydream.

"Why, Sir?" bianca asked, staring back at her lecturer.

Arsen looked at the wayward student. Ten minutes had passed, but Bianca still ate a few mouthfuls. Maybe because of the phone, made her students not tasteful to eat. Arsen wanted to ask about who called Bianca and why she looked so moody. But Arsen abandoned his intentions, because it was none of his business.

"If you eat don't let go" said Arsen, "or do you want me to take a bribe?"

Bianca's eyes widened to hear Arsen's words, the woman shook her head quickly. "No need, sir. I can eat by myself." Bianca feeds her food and chews it quickly.

"Don't be too soon, it'll choke." Just now Arsen reminded, Bianca coughed in choking. Arsen swiftly thrusting the orange ice towards the woman, Bianca received it and then gulped the drink until the remaining half.

"I told you, don't go too fast" said Arsen, while Bianca snorted.

"But earlier you said I was catapulted," reply Bianca did not want to lose.

Arsen let out a long sigh, he was lazy to argue. She chose silence, not responding to her students. Arsen is back on his phone.

Bianca looked resentfully at Arsen, she murmured. In the eyes of the fierce lecturer, he was always wrong. It is true said Abel, the lecturer is always right and the student is always wrong. Bianca again stuffed soto into her mouth with a coke squeeze.

***

Arsen focused on the wheel, while Bianca was busy playing her phone. The woman was still upset with Arsen.

"Don't forget, tomorrow collect the papers in my room at nine. I don't tolerate delays, if you're late in collecting the papers, I don't hesitate to add punishment to you, Bianca," Arsen said, occasionally stealing glances at Bianca.

Bianca closed her eyes, then exhaled slowly. Trying to control his emotions that are ready to explode, Arsen and his perfectionist attitude. "Yes, sir."

Entering the alley of the rose road, Arsen ditched his car. "Where are you next?"

The two went back to silence, there was no talk until Bianca's eyes caught the house not too big painted cream. "Well, that's my index, sir," he chirped as his right hand stretched out pointing to the minimalist house.

Arsen looked at the house with a frown. "You live in a shabby boarding house like this?!" he said he did not think.

Bianca's eyes glinted sharply, "about - mentang Mr. rich, you can not casually say kosan - kosan I slum." Bianca's innocence is not shabby, it's just that the front yard is not well maintained. In addition, the house paint has worn off a little.

Seeing the annoyed look on Bianca's face, Arsen opened his mouth wanting to reply to the words of his wayward student but he clenched his mouth again.

"Thank you for the ride, Mr. Arsen. I'll make sure the papers are on Dad's desk on time." After saying that, Bianca got out of the car without waiting for Arsen to reply.

Arsen was silent, he saw Bianca walking into the boarding yard with an annoyed look. He was pensive, what was he saying?

Arsen flicked his shoulders, then started driving his car. On the way, his phone rang. He reached for the flat object in his pants pocket, pulled his car over before receiving a phone call.

Arsen stared at his flashing phone, he stared at his caller id. Knowing that his mother called him, Arsen clucked. Surely his mother will match him with the middle-aged girlfriend.

"Hello, Ma," said Arsen.

"Hello, Honey. You can go home today. Mama same Papa kangen, do not in the apartment continue," said Karin—Mama Arsen— from across.

"Mama kangen or Mama want to mate Arsen with Mama's friend?" tanya Arsen then let out a long sigh.

"It's for your own good, Sen. Mama wants you to get married soon" explained Karin.

Nah, kan. Arsen had expected her if her mother would match her to the middle-aged girl friend's son again. Her mother never gave up on her match, even though Arsen had refused many times. I don't know how many times Karin's set her up. Therefore, he chose to live in an apartment avoiding his mother. But it felt free he lived in an apartment, the middle-aged woman still urged him to get married.

"Sen," call Karin.

Arsen snorted, free himself refusing to go home. My mother will continue to force it. "Okay, Arsen's home," the final break.

"Okay, Mama's waiting at home." Arsen could hear the happy tone in his mother's words. After the phone connection was cut off, he returned to drive his car across the street. Arsen began to think of a way to reject the woman his mother would introduce. The point is that he still doesn't want to get married.

By God, he was twenty-eight years old. But her mother said it was the ideal age to get married, the middle-aged woman did not want herself to get married late. But is not it better to be late for marriage, than to choose one companion?

After all Arsen is still afraid of romance anything else to get to the serious level, he is still afraid of being left behind like the woman who left him a few years ago. His trauma in living someone is still very imprinted in his heart.