MA LECTURER BEAUTIFUL
SEASON THREE Part: 141 (Campus)
That morning the sun shone on the city of Jakarta. The air that was once cool has now been changed by the crowded street pollution. Still like the old days of traffic jams and the sound of vehicles has become part of Jakarta.
Today like other days, Mrs Ratih leaves for campus in the morning, because there is a teaching schedule in the first hour. The streets are full of vehicles passing by.
Mrs Ratih drove her own car to the campus. In her youth she did not dare to drive her own car, but now she was brave and even that was at the encouragement of her husband Gavin. The car was on the road to the campus.
Upon arrival of Mrs Ratih on campus, she parked her Lecturer's special car in the north. When he got out of the car, he met a lot of students. Everyone smiled as they passed by Mrs Ratih.
Shortly after the campus entrance hour arrived, Mrs Ratih walked along the corridor of building F to go to class. He will teach the Accounting course. Lots of students who passed Bu Ratih smiled and greeted Friendly.
Mr. Ratih passed through the library where it became his favorite place on campus. Many collections of good books make Mr. Ratih often visit when it is empty to wait for the schedule to fill the course.
"Good morning everyone!" bu Ratih's greeting upon arrival in class.
"By the morning, Mom!" answer simultaneously.
Mrs Ratih headed to her desk as usual. Then he started giving out materials. As usual Ms. Ratih after explaining at length, she always held a light question and answer, just to repeat what she just explained.
"Dita,!" exclaims Bu Ratih.
The other students looked at Dita. He fell asleep while holding his book. Madam Ratih approached her because she did not listen to her call.
Madam Ratih touched the boy's shoulder, "We, are you, sick?" the sentence Bu Ratih makes Dita wake up and put on a shy face.
"No, Mom!" answers staggered.
"But why are you sleeping?" tanyakanya.
"I slept at three in the morning" replied Dita slowly.
"Why did you just sleep at that hour. You staying up late?" cerca Bu Ratih's.
"Emm, I helped the parents sell in the market, Mom" he replied downcastly.
"Yet..!!" yell at everyone in the class.
"All quiet,!" exclaimed Bu Ratih as his eyes looked around.
At once the person in the room was silent and lowered. Madam Ratih was still standing with a face that restrained her anger.
"You yell like that what's the point!" said Mrs Ratih firmly.
All were still silent, while Dita was still lowered with a face of fear mixed with shame. Madam Ratih who saw Dita like that immediately calmed down.
"You don't have to be sad, oh yes, later if it's time to rest, meet me in my room" said Mrs Ratih slowly.
"Good, Mom!" the answer.
"For everything in this room, I don't want anything like this anymore. This time I forgive. But, next time if there's something like this again. I do not hesitate to punish you. And for you, Dita. If you're sleepy, wash your face first, okay?" said Mrs Ratih.
"Okay, ma'am." she answered simultaneously.
Finally, after explaining at length, Mrs Ratih ended the material.
"Alright, I'll end the material today. See you tomorrow." said Mrs Ratih.
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At about half-twelve in the afternoon, Mrs Ratih had lunch at hand, after which she returned to her room because of the same agreement Dita.
"Please sit down, Dit." said Mrs Ratih.
"Thank you, ma'am" he answered.
"We, I want the same thing, you. I purposely invited you here so that your friends do not laugh at you anymore. If you can tell, your parents are selling what in the market?" ask Mrs Ratih.
"My mom's dad sells krupuk, Mom. So every night my sister and I helped Mom to silence those crackers, while Dad fried them. Every three o'clock in the morning go to the market to sell." explained Dita.
"Until that hour, yeah. Can't be silenced on the night, then?" ask Mrs Ratih.
"Can, Mom. But, yesterday it was fitting there were a lot of orders, so we are all overtime until three in the morning. And drive to the market. If you usually do, twelve o'clock at night is done." replied Dita again.
"Oh, thank goodness that's it. Just my message, you can help your parents. But your obligations must also be considered. You are one of the students here who excel, you know. So maintain your achievements." said Mr. Ratih.
"Yes, Mom. I'll try. I'm sorry that I was teaching, I overslept." said Dita.
"Yes, it's okay. I understand, really." replied Mrs Ratih.
"If Mrs Ratih wants to, tomorrow I bring the krupuk." Dita bargained.
"Oh can too. But, don't you take your.?" ask Mrs Ratih.
"No Ma'am. I'm happy if you want to." said Dita.
"Okay, I don't think there's anything to talk about anymore. You can leave my room." said Mr. Ratih.
"Good, Mom. Excuse me." replied Dita.
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The hour hand was four in the afternoon. College hours are over. Mrs Ratih and the other Lecturers were getting ready to go home.
Mrs Ratih walked to the car park. But, outside he met with Dita.
"We, you haven't come home yet?" ask Mrs Ratih.
"I'm waiting for you to pick me up, Mom?" answer Dita.
"Oh, yes, I have. If no one has picked you up yet, I can take you home." replied Mrs Ratih.
"Oh thank you, Mom. I picked up the Father." replied Dita.
"If that's what Mom was first, huh?" said Mrs Ratih.
"Please, Mom. Be careful.!" answer Dita.
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On the way home, Mrs Ratih drove her car casually. He did not want to rush because he wanted to pick up to Raka's tutoring place.
Mrs Ratih and Gavin did deliberately give the best for Raka. He's taking English lessons three times a week. Every three to five o'clock in the afternoon. If the departure is driven by a driver, but if the return is deliberately picked up by Mrs Ratih herself.
Arriving at Raka's tutoring place. Mrs Ratih parked her car outside the fence. Then he came out and waited for Raka in front of the door which was deliberately closed before the tutoring hour was finished.
Shortly after, Raka comes out with her friends. When she saw that Mrs Ratih was standing at the door, Raka immediately ran towards her mother.
"Young..,!" he screamed while running.
"Honey, Mama's child." replied Mrs Ratih as she hugged her child.
"Where, the tutoring, baby?" ask Mrs Ratih.
"Currently, Ma. Raka is very happy to be able to speak English and travel around the world" he said enthusiastically.
"Hehe, Mama's son is very smart. Yes, Mama pray, so that later you can be a successful person and can travel around the world" said Mrs Ratih while kissing her son's cheek.
"Thank you Ma..," said Raka.
"All right, let's go home. Papa must have been waiting for us!" take Mrs Ratih.
"Okay, Ma." answered Raka.
Finally, Mrs Ratih took Raka home. On the way home, Raka told me a lot about her friends. He seems very happy to be doing this activity.
They were home by then. Mrs Ratih put it straight into the garage. Raka got out of her car and ran to her house.
"Opa.,!" raka from outside.
"Hi Opa's dear grandson. You're home, son?" ask Mr. Indra.
"Yes, Opa. Mama's still out." answered Raka.
"Hallo Papa's hotshot is home, nih.!" sahut Gavin from within.
"Why come home, usually the night of his return?" ask Raka.
"Yes, today Papa is not overtime" replied Gavin.
As they were talking, Auntie walked over to them carrying the package like a package.
"Sorry, Sir, Den Gavin. Aunt forgot to give this. That day, Auntie's in front. Someone sent this for Den nice Raka." said Bibi.
"Who are you, Bi?" ask Gavin.
"Auntie doesn't know either, Den. This was a man wearing a uniform like a Pak Narto driver. As I see it, in the car there is a hijab woman. She smiled at Auntie, but Auntie did not recognize her face, Sir. She's beautiful." Auntie explained.
"Yes, Auntie can come back" replied Gavin.
"Pa, this is what it is. This is for Raka, is it Pa?" ask Raka.
"Attent, darling. Didn't you wait for Mama, did you.?" Gavin.
Gavin was still confused as to who sent this. What true love is sending all this.
"Love, I know that you actually sent this. Why are you always like this. If you want to see your son is okay, too. Why do you always play with cats like this." said Gavin in his heart.
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