Hello, Lecturer Sir!

Chapter 6's

The sun slid into the gaps of Bianca's room curtains, making the woman successfully blinked her eyes several times to adjust the light entering the retina of her eye. Bianca glanced at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that the clock was eight o'clock, she took the initiative to go back to sleep. But something stuck in his heart, but what?

Oh no! The ferocious asked him to come to the man's house to collect papers. Bianca's eyes, which had originally narrowed, were now wide open. Even the woman was sitting her body. He ran towards the bathroom as fast as lightning. It only took five minutes, Bianca finished cleaning herself up. He grabbed a plain white t-shirt and flannel shirt to wrap his slender body. Not to forget his sneaker was perfectly attached to his feet.

Bianca looked at her reflection in front of the mirror, then clucked when she saw her very black eye bags. As a result of overtime due to that damn paper, his eye bags became like this. Bianca stuffed her paper lying on the study table into the bag, then walked quickly out of the room.

The sound of his noisy footsteps descending the stairs, made some people who were in the lounge stare at him with frowns.

"Where are you going, Bi? Morning - morning gini already neat," asked Rana, a tomboy woman majoring in civil engineering.

Bianca gasps, puffing, the rare effect of never even exercising makes her easily tired. He just walked down the stairs. Bianca looked at the tall, broad-shouldered woman not far from her.

"Regular, Galak" replied Bianca, shaking her hand.

Just that short reply, Rana knew the cause. Who doesn't know an Arsen Megantara, a deceitful-faced lecturer. Handsome face but spicy mouthed bin cruel. Rana did not have time to open her voice, Bianca ran out of the index. It makes Rana and the other indekos children shake their heads.

Bianca looked at the address on her roomchat with her fierce lecturer, then turned to the right looking for a passing public transport. However, there was no sign of public transport passing by. Bianca clucked bitterly, when she had to ride a so-jek. The money is thinning, there is no way he ordered so-jek. But the problem is if he does not ride so-jek, surely the devil will run amok.

There was no other choice, with a heavy heart Bianca ordered a so-jek. It didn't take long, so-jek order came. Bianca wore a helmet given by Mr-Bapak so-jek and then sat in the back motorcycle seat.

Bianca bit her lip, her habit of panicking. He stared at the tall building he was passing by occasionally looking at the clock on his left wrist, less than eight minutes away.

"Sir, can it go a little faster? I was afraid of the nagging of the Galak, sir," said Bianca with a clear panic.

"Patience, yes, Neng. This is me trying to speed."

Drrt....

Bianca reached into her pants pocket when she felt the vibration on her favorite flat object. He turned on his phone, his eyes were fiddled to find Caller ID who revealed the name 'Pak Galak'.

Gawat, standby this one mah.

"Hello, sir."

"Hello, less than five minutes. You know I hate delays?" reply the man across.

Duh, start raging.

"Yes, Sir. This is sa—" Bianca has not had time to reply to the words of Galak, Arsen has already turned off the phone connection. Basic lecturer lucknut.

Patience, Bianca stroked the chest trying to patiently face the fierce bin perfectionist like Arsen Megantara. He put his cell phone in his pants pocket, then circulated his gaze. His eyebrows are linked, "Our brother didn't have the wrong address, did he?"

"No, Ma'am. It's according to the address."

Bianca mangosteen, it turns out that what her friends are talking about is true. Looking at this elite housing, Bianca knew that an Arsen was not an indiscriminate man.

The matic motor on the Bianca stopped right in front of the towering high gate, he immediately went down and removed the helmet. After paying for the so-jek, Bianca walked quickly closer to the tall gate.

"Find Mr. Arsen, sir," Bianca replied with a five-finger smile.

"Oh, Den Arsen. Come in, neng." The security guard opened Bianca's gate. The woman thanked him and continued to approach the terrace of Arsen's house.

Bianca gawked at the courtyard as well as the mansion belonging to her fierce lecturer, she did not stop to giggle in admiration. The mansion was Mediterranean-style, and the spacious courtyard was probably enough to make the field so vast. Maybe if compared with his home in the village, his house was not half of the home of Arsen.

"Ehem, why are you still there?" A baritone voice rang out in her ear, Bianca flinched. His eyes continued to look for the source of the sound, then he grimaced to find Arsen who was sitting in the garden near the terrace of the house.

Slowly Bianca approached Arsen who was reading a book in her right hand. He took a seat opposite the man, but he had not yet gotten himself to sit down Arsen interrupted, "you're four minutes late."

Damnit damnit!

Bianca's hands were very itchy to want to slap Arsen's lips now, but it was just her wishful thinking. It is impossible for him to slap the lips of his own lecturer, could be his business if that happens.

"Are you satisfied to see my lips? I didn't expect a woman like you to be a pervert" Arsen said with an annoying look.

Bianca opened her eyes, "I'm not a pervert. Don't talk, yeah."

Arsen raised his eyebrows. "It's not wrong that I think that way, because I see for myself if you've been watching my lips."

Bianca snorted loudly, it was true that she had been staring at Arsen's lips. It was because he was eager to slap her not because of any other context. "I'm not a pervert, anyway" snorted Bianca.

Bianca took out a paper from her backpack, then she placed it on the garden table. "My sentence is over, sir. Excuse me, then" said Bianca, he got up from his seat. When he was about to step foot away from his lecturer, Arsen's voice interrupted him.

"Who told you to go home?" ask the heavy voice.

Bianca's hands are clenched, now what else is my god. Exhale. He tried to regulate his emotions that were ready to explode.

"Take it I'm done, sir" said Bianca, trying to be patient, not forgetting that she had a faint smile.

"Sit," Arsen's decree was indisputable, making Bianca unwilling to obey her lecturer with a little annoyance.

"You're four minutes late, and I haven't given you any punishment yet" Arsen continued with sharp glaring eyes at Bianca.

Bianca swore in her heart, she was annoyed beyond measure. What is the punishment now?

"Help me correct your sister-level quiz" Arsen said. Bianca breathed a sigh of relief, she guessed the paper again.

"Where, sir, is the quiz paper?" bianca asked, he stole a glance towards the watch in his left hand. It's still half-ten, definitely another half-hour. He only needs to correct and then look for job vacancies for his part time.

"It." Arsen patted the stack of paper that was on the garden table. Bianca widened her eyes when she caught a high pile of paper, since when was there a stack of quiz papers there?

Bianca's body drooped, when did her fierce lecturer stop tormenting her?