I LOVE YOU LECTURER!

Obviousness

The camera and lights were pointing towards the door. The mysterious face that had been so waiting for, appeared clearly on the LED screen scattered in the building. Also on three television stations screens.

The man who was introduced as Alexander Gibran was walking towards the podium in his cool style. And a face that was much stiffer than usual.

A flash of camera busy taking photos of the heir to Group G makes the room quiet for a moment.

Jova narrowed her eyes looking at Alexander Gibran with a glint of hatred in her eyes. His hunting breath, the heart that originally wanted to jump now roared with anger in his heart.

Indira was no less shocked with Jova, she gaped in disbelief. It turns out that his best friend's first love was the one he hated all along. Indira rubbed softly on Jova's back. Indira observed the two faces of the person in turn.

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Jova's father held her chest, however healthy she is now, she still has heart disease. Jova's mother tried hard to keep her husband's feelings.

Students at the Jova campus were no less shocked by the news. Lots of comments coming up.

"Thankfully the Jova, so special student Alex sir. Turns out he's the Son of Gibran, "those who don't know Jova hate the Son of Gibran.

"Wow, I can - can Jova get in trouble. Carissa Birdella will claim to be the future fiancee of the Son of Gibran."

There are still many opinions among the students.

Not spared lecturer Julie was shocked when Alexander's face appeared on the television screen.

"Luckily, I wasn't that desperate. Could be - could I be a meal dinner Carissa Birdella who will act recklessly to anyone who teases the Son of Gibran."

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Now the Son of Gibran is standing on the podium. His right hand held the mic that the MC gave him.

"Assalammualayikum Wr. Wg."

"Wa'allaikum salam Wr. Wb." Everyone answered enthusiastically, except Jova.

Carissa looked at Jova's expression as if reluctant to answer Alexander's greeting to all invited guests. Then he smiled cynically.

"Good night, greetings of success to all invited guests. Thank you for the enthusiasm that awaits my appearance. I am not a special person. I am not as good as my dad. What I know is that the fallen fruit will not be far from the tree.

If I am like this now, nothing more because I was born of a great mother and a strong father.

I was sad when my parents separated me when I was 9. But now I understand. To be great we have to walk on our own feet.

Being the sole heir is not my dream, I just want to be like my father. Who set up the company with their own feet and hands.

Hopefully we can establish good cooperation, and mutual benefit.

So many of me, I say thank you to all the invited guests and journalists" the Son of Gibran concluded his speech.

All the invited guests stood up, applauded, and Jova was no exception. He stood up and clapped.

If others stand up proud and want to congratulate, it is different from Jova.

"Your acting is amazing, Mr. Alexander!" jova held the anger in her heart.

As everyone sat back down, Jova was still standing with her murderous gaze towards the podium. Making everyone turn their heads towards him including the two people standing on the podium.

Jova breathed heavily filled with anger. He got out of the chair and walked quickly towards the exit leaving Indira and her bag. All who were in the ballroom were astonished.

The two people on the podium gave instructions to Rakha. Rakha quickly knew the meaning of their eye movements.

Some of the bodyguards assigned to watch over Jova immediately followed Jova's footsteps.

Indira picks up Jova's bag and goes after Jova.

Jova walked out of the hotel lobby with her high heels.

"Bahaha"

The snide laughter from Jova's right side made Jova turn her head. When he found out who was laughing at him Jova stopped and faced the woman without fear.

"Now do you know who Alexander really is?" he said cynically. "Why did you come out? you're afraid of being dumped and then choosing to go first?" his smile did not escape his lips. "Jovanka, can you give me your name Jovanka? A CEO in a shaky little company, whose even office is hiring!" tilting his head. "You realize you're not at all on the same level as Alexander Gibran. Don't you think I don't know that you've been so close, even for a week in Singapore!" said firmly. "I let you because I'm sure, Alexander only made you a toy before he was introduced as Alexander Gibran. Huh! how you are!"

"Remember Miss Carissa! I don't need to be pityed. I'd rather not be on the same level as Alexander Gibran than claim to be on the same level as far lower. Don't you think I don't know if your parents' big company is ruined in the stupid hands of their own son, you!" jova was firm. "One more! if it's true that you are Alexander Gibran's future fiancee, take good care of him. Because if I change my mind, I'll take it away from you, no matter what!" Jova. "Excuse me!" Jova walked to the side of the road looking for a taxi.

"Basic lakor!" shouting Carissa.

Indira, Rakha and some of the bodyguards saw clearly their debates from different places.

Indira chased after Jova and passed Carissa with a sharp gaze on Carissa.

"Jova, let me drive you home!" indira grabbed Jova's hand.

"Come on Jova, where are you going?"

"To the apartment!" jova answered without looking at Indira.

"I'm taking!"

"No ndi! I'll just take a taxi" Jova stopped the taxi passing in front of her.

"Jova!" call Indira to hold down the taxi door that is almost closed Jova.

"Go home!"

"Go home with me, Jova" Indira said, handing over Jova's bag.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me!" jova shut the taxi door hard.

"Sir to apartment R!" jova told the taxi driver.

"Ready, miss."

In the taxi, Jova stared at the street outside the window. He remembered all the hatred he had ever uttered to the Son of Gibran. He also remembered how much he loved Alexander even now.

He knows that I hate the Son of Gibran, but why he does not admit that he is the Son of Gibran. Jova said in her heart.

The taxi carrying Jova had stopped in front of Jova's apartment. Jova dropped off after paying. Jova walks into her apartment with a broken heart.

"Master, Miss Jovanka has come down, she has entered the apartment lobby," the taxi driver who is actually Rakha's man, gave Rakha info via mobile phone.

"All right!"

Two of Rakha's men climb into Jova's apartment. Keeping Jova outside the door of Jova's apartment.

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In the hotel ballroom, the event continues. A lot of surprising things appeared at the end of the show after Jova's departure. That made many people feel shocked and full of questions.

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At the apartment, Jova sent a message to her mother.

Mom, I'm going home to the apartment. I know who Alexander really is. Don't worry about Jova. Jova just needs time to think clearly. Jova

Yes dear. Remember not to make yourself sick with this problem. Moms

Yes ma'am, please don't ask Jova for a while. Jova

Jova made her phone into airplane mode. She removed her make up, replaced her dress with a nightgown. The clothes he just wore were thrown into the closet along with shoes and bags and jewelry.

Jova dropped her body on the bed. Staring at the sky - the sky of the room was full of disappointment.

"I just wanted to build a dream with you. It turns out you're the son of Gibran. You are good at playing with my feelings, Mr. Alexander," muttered Jova softly.

"Why from the start you weren't honest with me!" yelled Jova later.

"We'll never see each other again!"

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In a VVIP room, a man turns his phone around, after he gets word that Jova is out of the ballroom in anger and meets Carissa.

"You should be able to convince him! You should be able to bring it to me!" alexander said in a phone call.

"Prophe dong! wait me. I must have brought that girl to you!" the answer from sebrang.

Ooh! how to get confused anyway?

Patience.. The secret is not 100% revealed. The author still likes to play. Hehe

Thank you to all the friends who supported me.

Hail Lovallena.