MA LECTURER BEAUTIFUL

SEASON THREE Part: 152 (Raka School)

Mr. Renhard became confused because he saw that Mr. Ratih was suddenly sad.

"Bu Ratih, is my question something wrong?" ask Mr. Renhard.

Madam Ratih then smiled and the voice calmed down a little. "Sorry, Sir. Keanu was dead before we got married." replied Ratih.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry Mom. I didn't know Keanu was dead" Renhard said.

"It's okay, sir." replied Mrs Ratih.

"Yes, that's it. Let's forget about the past. We're going back to school." said Mr. Renhard.

"Yes, Sir. Relax." replied Mrs Ratih.

"Well, now that Mr. Ratih and Raka are coming with me to Raka's class" Mr. Renhard said.

Then they followed Mr. Renhard to a class. When he arrived in class, Mr. Renhard immediately invited Raka and Mr. Ratih in.

"Good morning kids.!" said Mr. Renhard.

"By the morning, sir,!" sahut unison.

Raka is introduced to her friends. The homeroom teacher and the headmaster spoke at length in front of Raka's friends. And now he has started to be able to follow the learning activities.

After that, Mr. Renhard and Mr. Coach came out. They continue their conversation outside the classroom.

"Sorry, Tih. Now we talk like we used to, yeah. Let it not be stiff. Isn't Raka's school business now?" said it.

"Key,!" sahut Bu Ratih's.

"How many children are you now?" Mr. Renhard started the usual conversation.

"My son is one."

"Why did you move here again, did your family used to live in Jakarta.?"

"Yes, I got a scholarship from the college where I taught to continue S3 here, and it just so happened that my husband also held a family company in Semarang and Jogja, so I just brought it all here." inexplicably.

"Oh that. Great of you, Tih. Indeed, from the beginning you always excel in academic matters. I salute you." praise Mr. Renhard.

"You can just. Maybe this is all my fortune." he replied down.

"If I now live with my wife and two children, each male and female. Her brother is now in sixth grade. And that's a new second-class woman." explains Mr. Renhard.

"Then what does your wife work at home.?"

"My wife worked in one of the private companies, and now she is working on a project with a well-known company from Jakarta" replied Mr. Renhard.

"That's great, both are productive in their respective fields." replied Mrs Ratih.

"Let's continue our conversation in my room." he bargained.

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to linger. You see, I want to go to the campus to look around for a while." replied the original Ms. Ratih.

"Oh that, yes it is. Thank you for entrusting our school to put your child in school here." said Mr. Renhard.

"Either. Oh yeah, what time's school, huh?" ask Mrs Ratih.

"Fifth grade is usually two and a half if there are additional subjects. But, if not, half an hour has come out." replied Mr. Renhard.

"Okay, Tih. You're welcome."

Mrs Ratih finally left Raka's school. He then asked the Saint for a campus to just look around. Then Santo drove the car to the campus which he would later go to college.

When he got to the campus, Mrs Ratih went down trying to get inside. It's been a long time since he graduated S1 he's never been in this campus court. Like a dejavu he stepped foot on campus.

Not much has changed with this campus, only a few renovated buildings as well as different plants. As he looked around, suddenly someone greeted him.

"Sorry, Mom. I'd like to ask. For Students who take the Doctoral S3 Management program, is it right tomorrow to start entering?" ask a man whose age is not much different from her.

Mrs Ratih did not immediately reply she just smiled and then looked at the man.

"Oh yes, sir. I happen to take that too. The schedule is Monday to Friday, starting at 07:30 to 14:20" replied Mrs Ratih.

"Oh, thank you so much for the info. Introduce me Didit." said the man as he extended his hand.

Mr. Ratih returned Mr. Didit's hand. "I'm Trained, sir." he said.

"I've just arrived from overseas on business. So no time to open the phone to find information about this" replied Mr. Didit.

"Oh that, I also saw the announcement via the internet, but previously I have been given info from my campus" replied Mrs Ratih.

"Bu Ratih is a Lecturer.?" ask Mr. Didit.

"Yes, Sir. I got a scholarship from the school where I taught. I used to study S1 here, then S2 I took in Japan and then taught at a campus in Jakarta. Then finally until now I got a scholarship S3 in this campus again." explained Mrs Ratih.

"Wuaah, great Mrs Ratih. I am also a Lecturer in Surabaya. But, I am a real Jogja. A week ago I was discharged from Japan on business. I really want to study S3 to improve the quality of my teaching" said Mr. Didit.

"It just so happens, sir. Here we both want to perfect the quality of teaching in the campus. I want my students to also feel the knowledge I have" said Mrs Ratih.

"Bu Ratih here lives with family or what?" ask Mr. Didit.

"I moved here with my family. My husband happens to have a job here. I'm also original here, sir. Only now my Mother and Brother in Jakarta." replied Mrs Ratih.

"I will look for a contract here, because my family is all in Surabaya" said Mr. Didit.

"Oh that, means that every week after the holidays Mr Didit just came home to meet his wife's child?" now the question of Mr. Ratih makes Mr. Didit smile a little forced.

"Sorry, Mom. I don't have a wife yet. And in Surabaya there are both parents and one brother of mine who are still in college last semester." replied Mr. Didit.

"Oh sorry, yes sir. I don't know. Once again I'm sorry." said Mrs Ratih in fear.

"It's okay, Mom. I understand." he replied.

"Where is Mr Didit going?" ask Mrs Ratih.

"I plan to stay in the hotel. After that I will look for a boarding house or contract." he replied.

"Oh yes, my cousin happened to have a boarding and rental business around this campus. Later I try to help find the info." bargained Bu Ratih with pleasure.

"Oh yes, Mom. I'm very happy. If so I can ask for his phone number to later contact about the contract." said Mr. Didit.

"alright, Sir. Here's the number." replied Mrs Ratih while showing her phone number.

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