Hello, Lecturer Sir!

Chapter 7's

Bianca bowed her head in the folds of her hands, her face looking disheveled. He was upset half-dead with Arsen, his job opportunity yesterday was taken because he could not come. Yes, the devil lecturer managed to hostage him with a pile of quizzes until the sky was dark. As a result, he could not visit the private company he wanted to apply for.

Bianca stared at the CV file lying not far from her, she let out a long sigh. He had just finished college had tried to come to the private company, but the locker was closed. Well, first bad luck this morning.

"Bi," called someone with a loud tone making Bianca spontaneously enforce her seat. He found Abel running towards him with a panicked face, why else?

Abel sat down in front of Bianca, sweat on his face, his breathing slightly stinged. Without the ba-bi-bu he immediately drank a chocolate milkshake in front of him.

"Woy, that's my drink, Bel," bianca's whistleblower. Come nyerobot drinks aja.

"Sorry, let me change." Abel tried to catch his breath, his face still showing a clear panicked look.

"Lo why the hell, nyet?" ask Bianca curiously.

"It's important, Bi. Promise yes you do not cry," said Abel reminded. Bianca raised her eyebrows in surprise but did not nod her head.

"So what?" bianca asked impatiently.

"Have you met Marsha today?" Bianca shook her head, but she seemed to know where Abel was talking, "gue got word that Marsha—"

"Gue already knows," Bianca cut, she no longer wants to hear Abel talk about her former daughter and Marsha.

"Lo know? Your response is just gini? Marsha nusuk lo from behind, Bi. He's your childhood friend and he's unclean, but you're just gini's attitude? You don't want to hit him?" Abel stared at his best friend fiery, he did not expect Bianca's response would be this relaxed.

Bianca looked up, looking up at the clear sky that afternoon. "There's no point in me getting angry or bumping him, Bel. I'm also not Agam's person, either" he said.

Abel nodded, right too. But he still doesn't want Marsha to hurt Bianca. "But Marsha is outrageous, Bi. In front of you he supports if you are close to Agam, but behind lo—"

"Gue knows, Bel. I'm not gonna hit him, but I'm gonna get away from him. The broken glass can not return to perfect, I am also the same. Maybe I'm sorry for him, but I'm not going to act the same way I used to" said Bianca again, she sighed.

Abel smiled, "that's dong."

"Where was it last Sunday? I went to kosan lo, but lo-nya does not exist" asked Abel.

Bianca snorted loudly, so she remembered yesterday's incident with the killer lecturer. "Gue yesterday to the house of the fierce," he said ketus.

Abel opened his eyes, trying to digest the words of the woman in front of him. "Huh? How-how?" tanyanya.

"Gue yesterday to the house of Mr. Arsen Megantara," said Bianca this time more clearly. Abel could not hide his surprise.

"What the ... You seriously went to the house of the Galak? Those apple weeks there? Pantesan lo usually know Agam is the same as Marsha, it turns out instead," said Abel.

Bianca throws a former tissue into Abel's face. "Your bald apples," the spray is upset. "Rodi's work there, woy."

"Yesterday I interjected his sentencing papers, but I was late. You know that Jakarta is jammed, I was only four minutes late, he had told me to correct the quiz." Pause for a while, then Bianca continued to spill her frustration, "so much I was there until almost night. Though yesterday I had a plan to apply for work in a private company, but failed because of the fierce."

Abel chuckled at Bianca's annoyed look, "you don't know, Galak is crazy disciplined. You're a few seconds late to be sprayed or punished."

"But you don't hate Mr. Arsen too much" Abel continued. "Hate is directly proportional to love, Bi. If you hate the same fierce, you later—"

"Hahahaha, be careful if you reach love with him. If you love him, you'll have to treat me a week." Abel stretched out his hand, without hesitation Bianca returned the helping hand of her best friend. He was very sure, he would not lick his own spit.

"Eh, I got locker info yesterday in a bakery near here," Abel said, "lo want?"

Bianca nodded quickly, she needed money now. Any job he wants is halal. "Gue wants to."

"Attent." Abel looks for photos of locker brochures in his cell phone gallery. Once he found what he was looking for, he immediately thrust the flat object to his best friend. "It."

Bianca saw the locker brochure on Abel's phone. "Oh I know this place, Bakery's new around here right?" Kenzy's new bakery - classmate Bianca and Abel. Said the woman's bread there champion.

"Yes, if so I immediately pull out, Bel," said Bianca, she moved from her seat while attaching the bag on the shoulder.

"Well, now? There are no classes?" ask Abel.

Bianca shook her head, "none. I'm going first, Bel." Abel had not had time to talk, he had darted out leaving the campus cafeteria.

***

Bianca stared at the bakery in front of her, Queen Bakery. For the size of the Bakery that just opened one month, this includes very crowded. The seats in indoor to outdoor are full, the cashier queue is also very long.

Bianca went in to split the crowd, she approached one of the officers there. "Sir, excuse me."

"What message do you want, Ma'am?" ask the woman with a warm smile.

Bianca smiled at the woman who looked younger than her, "anu mbak, I want to apply for work here. Is the locker still open?"

The woman's voice looked relieved, "want to apply for work here? Still, Ma'am. Come with me."

Bianca followed the woman in front of her up the stairs to the top floor. There are only two white doors.

Tok ... tok ....

"Come in" said a voice from within.

"Wait here for a minute, yeah, Ma'am." Bianca nodded.

Not long after, the woman came out. "Come in, Mommy." Bianca stepped inside. There he saw a middle-aged woman who was still beautiful even though there were wrinkles around under the eyes.

"You can sit down," said the woman with a gentle smile. "I'll take care of this first."

While waiting, he looked around. His gaze stopped, when his eyes pounded on the photo slightly tanned, describing if it was an old photo. Bianca felt familiar with the photo of the boy on the corner shelf of the room.

But who?

Bianca tried to remember but never found the answer to who the man in the picture frame was. Maybe it was just his feelings.