Marry My Lecture's
chapter 2
Overseas is known for several levels
life of. I was thinking. In my previous life, I was mostly a sin or what the hell?! Suffered my mulu!
" I'm sorry long ago jeng. Ordinary virgin." Say mom to her friend.
I'm sure the middle-aged woman called Mama is Aunt Sofi because she used to play at home. And thankfully again, I saw about Sofi alone. Not to be known. Aye!!.
"Haha... No problem jeng. Hello steffi." Sapa aunty Sofi
"Aunty night" reply me
"Yes. The more beautiful you are. Though it used to be fat, same as aunty." I just grimaced. Aunt Sofi's son whom I also forgot. Life must go on, lur.
"Where is this handsome guy? Aunt Sofi's son handsome loh,stef." Ask mom to Aunt Sofi
"Again the toilet. Wait a minute."
Damnit. I don't think so.
"Where are you going to college, Stef?" Ask aunt Sofi
"Deket aja kok,tan. In..."
My eyes almost came out when I was. This is the iqbaal sir who will be known to me?!!! Don't need. I'm tired first.
"This is auntie's son, steff. Lecturer." Said aunt Sofi introduced Mr. Iqbaal.
Just drown me with Mbak Hayati!!!! I'm blushing.
"Yes,tan." Answer me
Iqbaal sat in front of me. Beside her mother. I swear this is why I want to curse!
"He's my student, mom." Said sir Iqbaal. Can you pretend you don't know me anyway, sir?. Yawlaayahhh.. Patience.
"Waaah. Means do not have to long dong acquaintance if you already know that?" Aunt Sofi said.
"I mean tan?" Ask me.
"What about next month?" Said mom.
"Ma?"
Ting. (Amel:gue didn't see it wrong, did he?!) I looked left right to see Amel's whereabouts. Doi even wave his hand to me. Shit drill.
"So what, stef?" Ask mom
Huh huh? What were they talking about?!.
"yes ma?" Answer me the confusion
"Are you this. So what about the next 2 months of the show?" Ask aunt Sofi
"Steffi again thesis, ma'am. Poor thing to have a wedding." Mr. Iqbaal said arriving.
Anjir?! The oath?
"Too about that. Let auntie be with your mommy, babaal." Said mom to sir Iqbaal.
Ma, lexis?! Did you have steffi's son or what? I want Steffi to move house.
"It's up to mom." Answer sir Iqbaal.
The two mothers were very excited. I don't know what to do. Dinner's over and guess who I'm going home with? Mr. Iqbaal is sure!
"Sir. I don't want to." I said.
"You think I want to? I also have a boyfriend." Answer sir Iqbaal.
I feel rejected by anjir!
After last night's incident. Mr. Iqbaal behaved as if nothing had happened, while I was actually holding myself back to not curse.
"Sir. I want to talk." I said to Mr. Iqbaal when we met on campus.
"That's why you're here, right?"
Goddamnit!,
"Yes, why do you think you all have a boyfriend?! I don't want to sir."
"That's my business. You do not need to know what you need to know, no matter how hard you refuse aunt Farah will continue this. My morning sleep schedule was disrupted because I had to meet him at college. Right now I'm just talking about it?! Tired akutu. "But if you say the same aunt Sofi about the father's girlfriend, he must think this again."
He's diem and he's got his laptop that's blocking us both. If I don't have a teacher, I've turned it over to a laptop.
"Sir."
"Sir Iqbaal."
"Okay sir I'm honest about it, I only want to marry once in my life."
"And I'm the problem..."
"The color of your future husband is me?" Cut it before I continue to talk.
He closed his laptop stand up and prepared to make a lecture, at 9 o'clock exactly.
"You can go out if you want to go out, I will teach. I have the key."
I am so patient with him, Mom!!
"I don't want to marry my father!"
"Everything is looking for a girlfriend not to recokin my relationship and my boyfriend." So I'm wrong? BIG NO!!! Singles are everyone's right huh,mblo!
"So come out? I'm back here in 2 hours if you still want to stop curhatan you about this marriage." Said sir Iqbaal.
"Sir!"
"What?"
"Why you want to be my husband if even I designed the same schedule!"
Believe that! That I'm just a ganguin prank he's not a stiff bin fierce. And now I'm ending up with him. In his room and missed my other college schedule.
"It's been 1 hour and you haven't said anything! Don't make me regret kamna relain jam ngajar I just because you are still childish!"
"Groof, sir! Students must be happy again. Make people's seneng, dapet merah loh, pak!"
He did not laugh at all and was still busy with his cell phone. Occasionally the lyrics to me who saw the room he saturates!
"Let's get out." Said sir Iqbaal
In my heart I have said all kinds of absorption because Iqbaal sir did not say where to take me until we finally stopped in front of a boutique. There's a mom's car too. Cock!
"Say if you want to take me to the boutique is very difficult, sir?" I said, before he answered I had gone out and entered the boutique aunt Elen, my mother's friend too. "Where's iqbaal, stef? How alone?" Ask mama.
"Neither know." Answer me
"Kok don't know? What kind of people are you taking?" Ask aunt Elen.
"Udah wants steffi obral anyway, not really." Answer me.
Mama glared and aunty Elen geleng - geleng was a new Iqbaal sir just came to beat me bodo ya sayings!
"Why don't you say steffi if there's a ginian?" Ask my mom.
"Ginian?"
"To shop. Mama didn't say the same steffi but said the same sir Iqbaal."
"Kok still in shape anyway? I want to marry." Ask aunt Elen.
"Enak is tan." Answer me
"Son Iqbaal says you guys are empty when you ask when your candidate has time. He's teaching." Answer my mom about my question.
But truant him ma, my inner almost want to laugh the horrors of the words of mama whose impression praises this candidate mantunya.
"What color do you want to be in for a proposal?" Ask aunt Elen.
"There's proposal? Steffi thought he was staying..."
"What a graceful thing, not." Answer sir Iqbaal.
"Steffi beautiful if you use pink, baby
he doesn't want to." Said mom.
"Big NO" answered me.
"Judek,tan. Soft pink." Said sir Iqbaal.
I glare! These people don't hear my rejection what?! I died young when I married her!
"Mama agrees. It doesn't fit, Len?"
Aunt Elen also nodded again. No intention of sending a supporter who will support me?
"Last night Mom said I was told to go to aunty. The application is at steffi's house or outside?" Ask sir Iqbaal to mama.
Did he really call my name? How about a nano-nano candy, my heart. The rame! The first time he called me 'steffi' didn't he? All this time he called me always 'stefhanie' or just use the number according to class attendance.
"Home steffi aja, baal. Your mother told you this weekend." Answer mama.
"Relse.. Wait. Why doesn't steffi know, ma?" Ask me
"You're talking about never wanting to. 'Stef wants to sleep. Many tasks' tasks are done not left to sleep." Answer mama.
Mr. Iqbaal has been patap que full of scoffing, shit.
