Hello, Lecturer Sir!

Chapter 34's

A hot gust of breath swept across her neck, Bianca brought Arsen inside. The contrasting body weight between the two makes the woman a little trouble memapah lecturer. Moreover, Arsen's tall body makes Bianca's movement limited because the height is only limited to the man's chest.

Bianca laid the weak body of the man on the single bed of the guest room where she slept for the past week here, she did not dare to bring Arsen to the black door room because since the beginning of the lecturer was forbidding it.

Bianca stared fixedly at Arsen's pale face in silence, her hands raised gently rubbing the fierce forehead that was filled with cold sweat. Hot, as soon as his hand touched Arsen's forehead.

Bianca spontaneously got out of bed and passed out taking a basin of warm water and a soft cloth, a feeling of guilt now enveloped her. Arsen must be very tired, after accompanying him in Surabaya the man immediately flew to Bali because he got an urgent call from Zafran. He should have refused forcibly when Arsen followed him to his hometown, surely the man would not be sick like this. Bianca started to blame herself.

Bianca hurriedly approached Arsen, who was still lying weakly on the bed, took a seat at the side of the bed and placed the basin of warm water on the nightstand. Slowly he began compressing Arsen's forehead, while waiting for Bianca to move again. He wanted to make chicken soup for Arsen, but warm hands held him back.

“Do not go,” whispered Arsen still with closed eyes.

“I want to cook for a while,” said Bianca in a whisper.

Arsen shook his head weakly, the man tried to open his heavy eyes. “Don't go, I don't want to be alone,” pinta Arsen slowly.

Bianca let out a long sigh, only to realize that her lecturer was very spoiled when she was sick. Throughout the day until late at night, Bianca did not move from her place. He took care of Arsen, compressing the man's forehead until the high temperature of his lecturer slightly subsided. Seeing Arsen who was asleep with a face that was not as pale as before a sense of relief approached him.

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Arsen blinked his eyes, slowly opening his eyelids. His head was not as heavy as before, he touched the soft cloth on his forehead. Slowly the corner of his lips lifted when remembering that all day until now the wayward student took care of him.

Arsen sat himself down, his head resting on the headboard. His eyes were glued to Bianca who was bowing her head in her arms, gently stroking the top of her head.

Bianca looked up when she felt the elusan at the top of her head, she looked at Arsen who was currently also looking at her. "Would you wake up?"

Arsen. "Must."

Kruyuk!

Bianca could not hide her gelatinous look, she laughed out loud at the sound of Arsen's stomach indicating that the man was hungry. What else saw the fierce face that was flushed to the ears, making him unable to stop the laughter. Arsen who was embarrassed now threw his face away, reluctant to look at the face of his wayward student.

"I just found out that your face can be red" said Bianca, giggling.

"There made dinner," Arsen exiled, trying to hide his face that was still shaming.

"So ask me to make it here—"

"Bi..," interrupted Arsen, he glanced in annoyance at Bianca.

The woman pursed her lips. "Yes" said Bianca and walked out.

Arsen regained his senses, covering his face with a blanket. He did not stop mourning in his heart, his stomach was not able to compromise. Basic shame, her inner.

A flash of Bianca's shadow laughing a few minutes ago suddenly filled her mind, a faint smile rising on her lips. Just this time, Arsen could see Bianca laughing loosely without any burden. As if the sadness in Surabaya at that time was just the wind. His feeling suddenly calmed down.

Arsen did not deny while in Bali he thought a little about Bianca. What else before leaving he had a small quarrel with the woman. Seeing Bianca who looked fine after one week of not meeting, slightly lightened her shoulders a lot.

Bianca began to struggle with the ingredients, her lips did not stop to sing a wide smile. Seeing Arsen's condition and hearing the man's sniffling voice indicates that Arsen's condition is improving. The lecturer is back.

"Good dragon!" Bianca had a small tiptoe when she heard a speech behind her back. The man's distinctive aroma filled his sense of smell.

"Bi, your finger," said Arsen as he pulled Bianca's right hand, the woman's index finger bleeding. "Be careful, Bi, if you're cooking."

Bianca rolled her eyes. "I was careful, but you suddenly showed up. Who is not surprised. It's bleeding too because you're ya—"

"Shht .. silence. You if ngoceh already like a firecracker, Bi," snorted Arsen while leading Bianca to sit in the dining room chair.

"In the meantime, that's my cooking going to burn," said Bianca trying to take off Arsen's checks.

"Sit down" the man said, "it's more important. Your wounds must be treated."

Bianca silently complied, lazily arguing. He looked at Arsen who was focused on treating his wound, then placed the plaster there. For some reason, his heart was beating faster than usual.

"Well, if the gini is safe," said Arsen smiling satisfied to see Bianca's index finger that has been wrapped in plaster at the end.

"Yes, you've been waiting here, I want to continue cooking" Bianca said.

Bianca got up from her seat and quickly walked back to the kitchen. He was worried that Arsen could hear his heart beating inside. He touched his chest as soon as he was in the kitchen, so he remembered Abel's words this afternoon at the college.

“Lo start to like the fierce one, ‘kan?”

No, no way, inner Bianca. He shook his head and patted his cheek many times. It is better to focus on cooking than thinking about things that are not important.

After Bianca's departure, Arsen stepped towards the living room. His body felt light, the heat that surrounded his body a few hours ago is now lost somewhere. Thanks to Bianca taking care of him, the heat on his body decreased.

Arsen sat on the sofa in the middle room. While waiting for Bianca's food, he turned on the television. His thumb pressed the remote button many times, looking for a television channel that was suitable for him. But he did not find the right channel, he turned off the television again.

Arsen leaned his body on the back of the sofa, his bead catching a paper bag on the table. His brows were confused, his hands outstretched picking up the thing that stole his attention. With high curiosity, he opened the paper bag in hand. His eyes boughtak so look at the latest branded watches.

"Bi!" call Arsen, his eyes can not be separated looking at the expensive clock in front of him.

Bianca who was pouring her homemade chicken soup into a bowl said, "a little while."

Bianca walked into the dining room with a tray of chicken soup and water, but she did not find the ferocious one there. He continued his steps into the living room, seeing Arsen holding a paper bag from Fara made his feelings back up.

Bianca put the tray on the table. "This is his dinner."

"Bi, who's this paper bag from?" asked Arsen, with a curious look.

"From your fans" replied Bianca ketus then turned to go to the guest room.

Arsen frowned. "Fans? Who?"

Finished packing her clothes and some of her books, Bianca stepped over to Arsen with a stern look. "You're in good condition, aren't you? Then I go home," he said in front of Arsen.

"Tung—" Not yet Arsen continued his words, Bianca disappeared behind the door.

His forehead creased even deeper, why did Bianca suddenly look angry. Has he done something wrong? He'll just ask about the paper bag problem, and who are the fans?