Married Life's

1.16. Playing With Me

We went to Mellbourne a week ago. I was not alone in this large Appartment, after delivering the galang to the airport at that time, I immediately went to Richard's papi house because I felt lonely. But how glad I was to hear Richard's papi allowing Lala, Richard's papi housekeeper to accompany me while the galang was away. This week I really feel lonely without a challenge, although every night we make calls via video but do not forget to eliminate the longing even make me miss the galang. Ah I don't know.

Indeed, when the galang asked me to Mellbourne in my little heart I was very anxious to go with him, considering we were still newlyweds who were everywhere still sticky. But I'm afraid that if I go to Mellbourne, it will cause trouble. So I decided to stay focused on my college which is less than 2 years away.

I opened my eyes and intended to get up from my bed but it felt so dizzy. “Lalaa.. “My yell at the sounding lala in the kitchen. “Iya non, uh dance.you why your face shoots very god.” Lala looked anxious, she was my meditation and fumbled back her palms on my forehead. “You don't have a fever, but you shoot tar.”

“I was late to eat yesterday came home from college I was tired and went straight to sleep . “

“Bentar.” Lala immediately turned her body and walked out of my room. I pulled my blanket over half my head. I looked at the clock at 09:00. “Gosh I have a lecture today” mumbamku lirih . suddenly lala came with a tray containing a bowl and a glass of water. “This is me bikini porridge, but I do not guarantee the taste, because I never make porridge, here I bribe” lala sit beside my bed and then bribe me. After a slightly bitter porridge in my mouth I swallowed my stomach immediately like giving a condition of rejection so I felt really nauseous. I ran towards the sink and I vomited all the liquid out of my stomach. “ Aduhh tarii. My porridge tastes weird huh?” lala's face looked very anxious then she approached me to help remove the remaining liquid in my stomach by patting my back. “Emm. La not. I have no habit of eating porridge. “ I turned my body and I saw the look on Lala's face that turned sad.”Yaudah try deh la you buy me soup near this apartment there are mothers selling soup. I'm again eating chicken soup”

“Siap.. You wait here yes dance. I bought soup first” lala immediately rushed to pick up the tray on the table and get off.

After Lala came out of the room I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, because 1 hour left I have to go to college. 30 minutes passed by sounding dukan from outside the room and I opened it directly, and then I opened it, lala delivers a bowl of soup with rice. “wahh this looks really good “ I directly take the bowl from the tray and sit on the sofa close to my bed. Lala noticed I was eating . “ eat it slowly tar” said lala while chuckling to see me eat. I just smiled. “ you've done tar” Tanya lala. I just nodded while putting food in my mouth.” If you have not yet need to go to college, like you are still lemes so” said Lala while thrusting a glass of water to me. I did not finish answering I felt strange on my stomach that felt like it was stirred at once I also concentrated all my food. Lala was surprised to see me spit out all my food. “Astoria dance.”

“ssst.. I'm not your employer lala, I'm your friend. Remember that.” I said to lala who sat beside my bed. “ yasudah yes yes” lala directly stand carrying the tray out of my room. I immediately grabbed my phone and called the barn. But no answer.”definitely he has not woken” mumbled in my heart. I intend to keep going to campus this morning, I have taken too much time off and I also do not want to mollor-molor college. I was moving and still feeling a little dizzy. After changing clothes and dressing I went out of the room and I saw Lala mopping while watching TV . “ you already did not say, you permission to go to college just yet. “ said lala while walking towards me with pel-pel an in her left hand.

“I have recovered la.. I was if enter angina just need tea angetnya bik jum kok” bik jum is a middle-aged mothers who have the most spacious stalls in my campus cafeteria. After that I let her breath out and let me go.

Because today I'm taking an extra class so I'm going to join a public lecture with students from another class. I'm 15 minutes late. I entered the class that was big and I saw all were focusing on hearing the professor's explanation.When I entered the atmosphere did not change all was still focused and I sat on the top bench. I started to open my notes. Today counted the third time I attended public college because I changed my leave of college for approximately 2 weeks.

1 hour passed. Chequek..

A man entered the college room very casually. I looked at him, he was sitting across from me. “Are you in the wrong class?” Ask the professor about that man. “Em. Sorry isn't this the public lecture of professor Hong Business Management?” answer the man casually. “ What time is it ? you are late for 1 hour “ucap professor with a cynical tone. “well I came out” said the man was about to stand .”Wait for. “ Professor stops the man's footsteps. “Try you forward here” said the professor pointed to the man . “ You explain business management principle !” the man casually walked forward and unexpectedly, he was very lancerous in explaining the material that he had not even gotten earlier due to his delay. All the students in the class applauded. Even the professor looked amazed at the man. “ Okay good, tomorrow-tomorrow don't be late!” the professor said, conditioning the man to sit down again.

I looked at the man sitting across from me. “She looks badung anyway. But pinter.” I murmured inwardly but suddenly our eyes met. And I was surprised to drop the ballpoint pen that I was playing. The man smiled at me who was wrongly looked at him. I focused again on the professor's explanation. After 15 minutes the professor closed the lecture . the students scattered out of the class while I still stretched out my hands. Without me realizing that there was a man in front of me staring at me . “I Arzen, call me Zein” said the man as he stretched out his hand and looked at me with a smile.