Jrat Love Pak Dosen

Chapter 4

"No need, sir. I can go home by myself, I'll also stop for a while to wholesale in front of the campus," Shaila subtly refused.

Actually stop by the store just an excuse so that he is not alone anymore young lecturer who bears the status of the widower. Shaila often has to catch her breath holding emotions ready to explode at any time. The lecturer who always did his own thing really stirred up the emotions of the teenage girl.

"There is no rejection! I'll take you to the wholesaler and wait until you're done shopping. I have to take responsibility for making you come home late" Arshaka said flatly.

"Face of heartless walls! I love making people!"

"Don't curse too often! Not good for your health" said Arshaka as he opened his car door.

"Well!"

The girl was surprised to hear the lecturer. Shaila was dumbfounded because the lecturer knew what he was saying inwardly.

Finally, inevitably, the girl returned home delivered Arshaka. Stop by at the wholesaler to buy some basic necessities for a month. As a boarding child, Shaila prefers shopping at wholesale compared to mini markets or in malls.

Prices in wholesale are cheaper than stores that already have names such as Indojuni or Matahati. Therefore, for boarding children or lower middle-class housewives will prefer shopping at wholesale to save on expenses.

"You cook yourself?" tanya Arshaka is curious to see Shaila's groceries. Know that he rarely boarding children want to cook themselves.

"Sometimes anyway, sir. Save expenses! If every meal is bought, pity my parents," Shaila replied as is.

"Then you make me run out of this, I'm hungry!" Arshaka was like without burden to say his orders.

"I'll pay, don't be afraid!" shaka continued after no response from Shaila.

"This man asked for his head! Always ruin people's mood!"

"The lips are on, I want!"

"Well! I didn't hear wrong, did I, sir? Don't you do it!" shaila's screams are upset.

Ten minutes later, they reached Shaila's boarding house. As the girl was about to descend, Arshaka handed her a red note. However, the girl only glanced at the lecturer's hand and opened the car door and went down.

Arshaka followed Shaila's footsteps inside the house, even going to the girl's room.

"Why did you follow me here? Don't you want to be rude to me!" accuse Shaila when she realizes her lecturer is following her to the front of the room.

"Here the male guests can not enter, later I will be sanctioned by the same boarding mother. Just wait in the living room!" shaila said again to expel the lecturer.

"I'm just reminding you that I'm going to eat here" Shaka said casually.

Shaila told the lecturer to wait in the living room as long as she cooked for their dinner. The girl started washing the rice and put it in a digital rice cooker. After that start taking some vegetables that are still left in his small refrigerator.

After all the vegetables were ready to be cooked, Shaila brought them to the kitchen. Since all the vegetables had been weeded, the girl immediately washed the vegetables in the sink. Then, he prepared the seasoning while heating the frying pan.

Half an hour later, Shaila finished cooking along with the sound of a digital rice cooker. The girl began to prepare a container for her vegetable and side dishes. Not to forget the two plates and two spoons as he also started to feel hungry.

"I check first the rice is mature or not, all I want to take a shower for a while," said Shaila while walking to leave the lecturer of the room.

It only took fifteen minutes that the girl used to clean herself up to comb her hair. Shaila never dressed up so it didn't take long to beautify herself. He came out of the room with a rice cooker.

"Sorry, Sir. A long time!" tukas Shaila calmly.

"Why long?"

"Bring first sir, let it be comfortable to eat!" shaila answered.

Shaila took a plate and spooned rice for the lecturer and filled it with vegetable capcay and nugget. After that, fill the plate for himself.

"Even, enough!" said Arshaka interrupts every Shaila wants to add food, be it rice, vegetables or side dishes.

The two acts like a simulation of a happy and prosperous small family. There was no discussion between them during the meal. This invites Arshaka's smile, but only a thin line that is not visible if not carefully observed.

"Mother go home! It's already wanted Maghrib, not nice to see friends here. You've been here like a boyfriend, since then," Shaila dispelled without feeling.

Shaila's lethargic attitude and what it is 'had made Arshaka more and more want to get close to the girl and want to get it. Whatever the young lecturer will do as long as he can get to know more closely with the bar-bar girl who became his student.

"Why don't you just tell me I'm your girlfriend?"

"Well!"

"But I have long followed this crazy lecturer's gesrek cake!"

Lazy to respond to the lecturer's question, Shaila immediately lifted the plate and the food into the kitchen. The girl immediately washed the dishes and utensils that had been used to cook. The rest of the food he had brought to his room.

Shaila deliberately no longer out of the room considering the Maghrib adhan will soon reverberate. No matter the existence of the lecturer, want to stay or go home. The girl deliberately ignored her lecturer to leave and not come to the boarding house again.

Arshaka left as soon as she saw the girl who was teasing her heart enter the room. He knew his student was upset with him, but he liked it. The widower of one child deliberately made the beautiful girl upset so that it was not easy to forget her.

Arshaka returned home after performing Maghrib prayers at the mosque passed on the street. At home, the boy was tired of waiting for his father to arrive. The three-year-old boy did not want to eat until his father came home.

"Den Azka has to eat, her stomach hurts later," persuaded the nanny who took care of her since infancy.

"Azka won't eat if you haven't come home!"

The forty-five-year-old babysitter had to be more patient with her small employer. Especially since they moved into this house. This is because, Arshaka is busy with work and college so there is no time for the child.

The sound of a car entering the yard. Signs the owner has come home after a long day of work. The three-year-old boy ran out just like that, leaving the nanny in a frenzy to follow from behind.

"Dad! Why did you just come home at this hour?" the boy scolded the father.