MA LECTURER BEAUTIFUL

SEASON FOUR Part: 215 (Bu Ratih?)

The owner of the voice turned out to be a woman. Anton and the others immediately bowed their faces. Especially Anton who had finished doing Gazi.

Gazi stood up and kissed the woman's hand. "Mama,! please sit down" he said flatly.

"Because, Mama came here to look for you on purpose. Going home from college wait a minute, yeah. Because Mama had a Dean meeting for a while" he said.

"Yes, Ma. Gazi will wait in an ordinary place." replied Gazi.

"Oh yeah, what are you kids?" now Mrs Ratih asked Anton.

"Sa.yeah, son of Economics, ma'am." she answered stammered.

"Other times, if you speak carefully. You lecture here is not taught to behave disrespectfully towards others. Your attitude and behavior just now reflect how you really are" said Mrs Ratih firmly.

Anton just bowed his head and did not dare to answer. While his other friends slowly one by one left the place.

"Sorry, Mom. I plead guilty. Again I'm sorry, ma'am.!" he answered without daring to look at the face of Mr. Ratih.

"Well, for this time I am still patient and will not question your attitude. But, next time if you still stay like this. I'm not reluctant to suspend you." replied Mrs Ratih.

"Yes, Mom. Once again I apologize and thank you for the generosity of Mrs Ratih" he replied.

"Yes, already. Now you can disperse. And you Gazi, the next time you are treated like this again, you must not be silent. Opponent as long as you are in the right position." said Mrs Ratih.

"Yes, Ma."

"Oh yes, one more. I did this not lantarnan Gazi was my son, I did this because Gazi was also my student. So I have the right to straighten out the problems that befall my students." explained Mrs Ratih.

Anton nodded his head, then he left the canteen. The atmosphere of the canteen stiffened a little because a Dean came to the canteen. After that the others resumed their activities eating in the canteen.

"Gazi, that was your same class,?" ask Mrs Ratih.

"No, Ma. He's an accounting major." replied Gazi.

"Oh, yes, that's it. Mama's back, huh?" said Mrs Ratih.

"Don't you eat first?" ask Gazi.

"Later on, Mama's still got a job."

"Yes, that's it." said Gazi, kissing the hand of Mrs Ratih.

Now Gazi resumed his meal which had stopped. The one in the cafeteria at the sight of Gazi. Maybe some of them do not know that Gazi is the son of the Dean of this campus.

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On returning home from college, Gazi faithfully waited for Mrs Ratih in front. He sat in his car playing with his phone. When he was alone, he suddenly came across a girl.

"Hi Gazi, please,!" greet the girl.

"Hi too, what's needed, huh?" ask Gazi.

"You're Gazi, aren't you, management boy.?" ask the girl.

"Yes, who are you?" gazi now ventured to ask his name.

"Me, I'm Cindy. Child accounting. Just want to say, your car is cool you know" he said while holding a sports car owned by Gazi.

"A regular one."

"So really, can I not ride your car?" Cindy is now more aggressive to ask for nebeng.

"Sorry, yeah. I'm waiting for my mom." she replied.

"Oh that. Mama where you work, I'm waiting here. But, by the way means you're Mama dong's son." he said cynically.

"Whatever you want to say. I obviously can't give you a ride. Because I'm waiting for Mama to come home." replied Gazi.

"You are how the hell. I told you I was waiting for my mom. But you're still nagging." replied Gazi curtly.

"Hi, Mama's son. Nyesel I'm talking to you here, a waste of time. I thought you were a fun kid, not a Mama's Son.!" objurgation.

Suddenly Mrs Ratih came and approached Gazi who was talking to Cindy. Mrs Ratih smiled and took turns to look at the two of them.

"I'm sorry, am I bothering you,?" ask Mrs Ratih.

"No, Ma. We're done talking, all right." replied Gazi.

"Oh yes, if not wrong you are an accounting child, yes. Because I have filled the material in your class" said Mrs Ratih.

Cindy is so embarrassed because her mother Gazi was the Lecturer of this campus. He was made to die of style by the arrival of Mrs Ratih. Gazi who saw Cindy's face that looked like a boiled crab, laughed but was arrested.

Cindy who saw Gazi was struggling with him, she grew furious because Gazi had mocked her.

"Come Ma. We go home." take Gazi.

"Keep, what is your friend?" now Mrs Ratih asks.

"No, Mom. I went home alone." he replied with a forced smile.

"Oh yes, that's it. We go first, yes." said Mr. Ratih while entering the car.

"Yes, Mom. Careful." said Cindy.

Gazi opened the car door instead, not forgetting he turned to Cindy and blinked his eyes. Cindy grew furious and pursed her lips.

Gazi got in the car and left the campus. Now he's relieved to have escaped Cindy's grip. His son was a bit of a bar.

"Zi, you guys had a fight, huh?" asked Bu Ratih suddenly on the way home.

"No, Ma. It was just a difference of understanding." replied Gazi with his eyes still focused forward.

"Oh kirain Mama you guys got into a fight.?"

"No, Ma."

Madam Ratih smiled looking at Gazi's slightly closed attitude. Unlike Raka, she always told stories and just nyerocos if the same Mama. Maybe Gazi wasn't used to it because he was with Mrs Ratih when she was an adult.

"Ma, uh,"

"Hmm.,"

"Mama's not taken anywhere else that is, just buy something like us outside" asked Gazi.

"Emm, what yes." replied Bu Ratih while thinking of something.

Gazi glanced at Bu Ratih who was now thinking. She smiled to herself at her mother's behavior this time.

"Ma, think about what the hell it is. How long?" he said while chuckling.

"Hehe, yes Zi. Actually, Mama was someone to buy. But, forget." she replied.

"Yes if there is no need to go anywhere else. Gazi just go home." said Gazi.

"Eitz,! wait a minute, honey. Mama remembered. We're going to grilled chicken, moustache sir. Buy his roasted chicken. Let later at home do not bother to cook." said Mrs Ratih.

"Ready, Ma,!"

Mrs Ratih looked at Gazi. He became Raka's memory. He is currently studying in Japan. It is not felt that her children have grown into adults.

"Lord, I'm so happy that I've been blessed with three good children. I promise to deliver him to be a useful and successful human being always.

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