In the Virgin Room, Married Duda
My lecturer, my husband
"Assynogaic"
"Wa'alaikumsalam"
The deg!
At first Dinda who was giggling with Zara immediately took a bite when she heard a loud sound coming into the room. Although he sounded firm but reminded Dinda with a voice of someone, Dinda who was facing Zara when she turned around and saw who the owner of the firm voice was.
"Ang?!" Dinda gaped in shock as she saw Dika enter with a few books in hand. His appearance is still the same when delivering Dinda earlier, only added glasses make him look very firm but handsome charismatic. Dinda was still dumbfoundedly staring at Dika with a look of disbelief. Likewise with Zara who was shocked when she saw Dika who became their English lecturer.
"Good morning everyone, introduction my name Mahardika, you can call me Mr. Dica. I will teach you English courses for the next 1 semester. I don't like people talking when I'm exploring, please ask if I've given you the opportunity to ask questions. I don't like lazy students, not on time and lots of excuses! Before we start this morning's lesson, please introduce yourself one by one starting from the front right"
(Good morning everyone, introduce my name Mahardika, you can call me father Dika. I will be teaching you English for the next 1 semester. I don't like anyone talking while I'm explaining, please ask if I've given you a chance to ask. I don't like slacker students, not being on time and many reasons! Before we begin this morning's lesson, please introduce yourself one by one starting from the front right)
Dika spoke at length using English actively and made all his students quietly try to digest the speech of his lecturer who felt really right like a killer lecturer. His voice sounded firm, his gaze was sharp and his face also looked serious despite being very good looking at all.
Dinda is right still can't believe if her husband is now transformed into a killer lecturer who talked about his students in their class group forum last night. It all felt like a dream.
"Minda! that's not your brother?!" Zara nudged Dinda and broke Dinda's daydream
"Try pinching me Ra" replied Dinda
Zara is confused as to why Dinda seems to be surprised, Zara asks herself if Dinda doesn't know about it until she asks him to pinch her. Zara quickly pinched Dinda's cheek which looked a little adorable.
"Ush! it hurts!" Dinda grimaced as she rubbed her cheek
"I'm no longer a dream! That's really brother?, so my lecturer's my husband? like the title of this person's novel" Inner Dinda who still can not be separated staring at Dika
"Dinda it's your turn!" say a friend next to Dinda. Then Dinda stood up very nervously as her gaze met Dika,
"Oh my goodness, my heart is so deg with gini, lemes o Allah!" Dinda's mind trembled on its own.
"Emm, my name is Dinda Asmarani, called Dinda, sir" replied Dinda as she crumpled up the tip of her shirt
"Okay, next" said Dika, then Dinda sat back down and neutralized her heart that wanted to jump out. His face was pale eloquently with sweat pouring out. Dinda just stood up and said her name, she was like running around the football field. Then Zara stood up and introduced herself
"My name is Zara Putri Ayu Ningrum, called Zara sir" Zara introduced herself
"Dinda, I didn't expect your brother to be our lecturer" Zara wrote on the paper and gave it to Dinda
After reading it, Dinda replied to Zara's message
"I don't know either!" Then Dinda gave the paper again to Zara
"Huh?! which really?!" Zara gave the paper again, but was not replied by Dinda because Dika had spoken again.
"Okay, everyone is acquired, let's start this morning's lesson. Please open your notebooks!"
(OK, everyone is acquainted, we started this morning's lesson. Please open your notebook!)
Dika turned towards the blackboard and took the marker and wrote down the first lesson that morning. All the students were silent, no one spoke including Dinda. They began to take notes and listen to the explanation that Dika conveyed. The language used by Dika is also mixed so that they also understand the purpose he conveyed.
Every now and then Dika glanced at Dinda who looked so focused on seeing it. When the gaze accidentally met, Dinda looked down embarrassed with a smile.
"Abang,, adek love more! iihhh gemess!"
dinda's inner smile becomes her own smile.
The lecture continued until without feeling 2 hours passed and the time was up. Just the first meeting Dika had given the task to his students, and of course no one dared to protest.
"Abang has an explanation debt to me!"
Dinda's gaze seemed to say so as Dika also looked at her before leaving the classroom.
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Aseeeeeeeekkkkkk, 1 Semester ahead, They will often meet in class. Even so it must be professional yahðŸ¤
