Marry My Lecture's

chapter 17

As my status changed to become a wife. I know enough to wake up in the morning even though my body feels crumpled. Wiggling and finding the face of Mr. Iqbaal who is still sleeping. There is no fear if you sleep again.

"Ish what the hell is stef!"

I sat down and grabbed my phone at nightstand next to my bed and read a message from Ardian.

(Ardian: friday there is a lecture?)

(Ardian: can't be with dong?)

(Ardian: hopefully you can nemenin me graduation,stef)

My heart hurts.

I lyric sir Iqbaal who still closed his eyes with a smooth snoring. I sin not really if you want to sleep sir Iqbaal just so it is good to see kayak gini?

(Steffi: definitely,Di. Just wait)

(Steffi: what time is it?)

(Steffi: I was there a little afternoon? Nga

the problem?)

From bed. I started to pull the curtains honestly I hated that thing on a weekend like this.

"Close it. It's still morning."

"It's late afternoon and it's not possible that I'm new

open sir."

He pulled the white blanket up to his head. I just found out that my teacher is a slacker!

"Sir, wake!"

"Will not!"

"Later rejekinya in patuk ayan if you do not wake up!"

"I'll kill the chicken later."

I snorted amusedly with a random answer from Mr. Iqbaal. He must be very embarrassed if I record this.

Ah yes!

I grabbed my phone and went back to trying to wake the sleeping prince.

"I'm sleepy."

"Wake up sir."

"It's a holiday, for example you forgot."

"Say he's leaving."

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow I'd like to go with Lukman."

He dropped his blanket and his eyes looked at me. But when he realized in my hand there was a cell phone.

My body was slammed into the bed and he took my cell phone.

"sick."

"What's the password?"

"My privacy dong."

I tried to get up and grab my phone but Iqbaal's hand held my arm.

"I'm still holy sir."

"Who wants to get rid of your body

mud pake?"

Damnit damnit!

"It's okay to wake up dong sir!"

"You forgot, I'm the head of the household."

"Father is always right."

"Stop calling me 'sir' stefhanie."

Then Iqbaal sir narik I until it falls on his chest.

Crazy one!

"I am your husband. Remember?"

My glaring eyes stare with round eyes, Iqbaal sir. I don't know why this seems terrible but I have goosebumps now.

"Close your eyes when you're afraid."

And stupidly I follow the words of Mr. Iqbaal. Slowly one hand grabbed my nape very slowly.

"Fearful?"

"Y.yeah?"

My eyes opened again and found Mr. Iqbaal smiling sweetly. No lie! Sweetie!

"Stef"

"Yes?"

"May me..."

I'm late to bego can only wait for Mr. Iqbaal who is slowly approaching.

Тар.

Smooth and I know if this is not skin or limbs.

"Wake,stef!"

"Huh?"

"Wake up!!! Called Mama from earlier."

What I hold right now is the bolster that I put in the middle of the bed as a barrier.

Hels? I was just a dream?

And Mr. Iqbaal seems to have taken a shower. Swearing is just a dream? Why sir Iqbaal? Why not Ardian?

"What sir? I'm tired."

"Sleeping like a dead man."

The sneer from Mr. Iqbaal is enough to make my ears stiff and as soon as possible I reach my towel which unfortunately makes me fall.

Bloody on my knees and my head is also broken. Mr. Iqbaal help me to sit on my chair and kneel to see my wounds. "Fraud."

"You don't want to help me. Yes it is."

He took the P3K box from the glass cabinet outside the room. Must have asked Mama.

"Say it hurts if I'm too tight."

He cleansed my wounds with alcohol. Enough to make me sick.

"Can you stand?"

"Can."

"Can you shower yourself, right?"

"Don't macem-macem, sir!"

He frowned before crossing with a face that looked at me amusedly.

"I'll ask your mom for help

can't shower on their own. You're menstruating!"

You idiot! My self-esteem fell into the Mariana Trench.

"Mandy. I'll get you breakfast."

"I can have my own breakfast."

"Yes. If you want me to carry you

all the stairs."

Before he really left. Pointless

rubbing a lump in my forehead.

"What the hell sir!"

"I learned this from the dramas you often watch."

"I?"

He's out of the room.

The house that Mr. Iqbaal showed me was very comfortable. No noise because the vehicle is also not far from the entrance of the housing.

"Where?"

"I'm following you."

"I'm asking for your opinion."

"Our boy, better buy-a-get

"I'll pay off this house later this afternoon."

Hels? I'm not done talking! Play cut it up Lecturer. Lucky husband.

"Friday we move things here, can we?"

"Cannot. Wednesday sir. How's it?"

"Why? The meatball I ordered will come on Tuesday."

This is a person like just begaya asked my opinion because in fact he has bought all sorts of things.

"What matters is the room first!"

"Basic slob!"

"Not slob. Priority scale."

I sneered and still coolly browse the 2-story house that is not too lofty but enough for the family.

"Later on the white paint, sir."

"Pink"

I know he's a comedian. But it's crisp.

"Judah, you live alone if you want pink!"

"Jude, buy a new house."

"Boross!"

"This money."

"The husband's money belongs to the wife as well."

"Wife money?"

"Have a wife!"

I laughed while watching the atmosphere from the balcony of the room, Mr. Iqbaal too.

"Gita can rarely come out with me. Exists

he's a stack of schedules that are more crowded in his modeling world."

"How can I know, you know Gita since when?"

"He was my junior in Aussie. But

the lecture did not finish because of the offer to be a model, I at that time could only support him because he thought maybe he was tired of college."

Mr. Iqbaal guaranteed his eyes. There were strokes around his eyebrows and forehead.

"After he didn't go to college. We rarely meet because it's my college and her schedule always clashes."

"Keep sir?"

"2 years ago I came back here and became a lecturer in your campus. Gita came with me home and I tried to make her meet mom."

"Well, when Mom asked me about a belief that I had never stupidly talked about."

"But faith cannot be forced

hell, Sir. And keeping everything that isn't possible isn't just a waste?"