Marry My Lecture's

chapter 21

News about me and Iqbaal sir who got into his car turned out to spread quite quickly. And the hotter rumor is that I was accused of being the affair of Mr. Iqbaal because they know, Mr. Iqbaal just got married.

Hels? I'm his wife!

"So, Stefhanie Zamora, my best friend has a relationship with Mr Iqbaal?" Ask Amel.

I'm diem. I'm tired of answering people with the same question. I and Mr. Iqbaal had agreed not to bring our personal relationship to campus because they were afraid of accusations that Mr. Iqbaal was not professional or anything against me.

"Mission, Mel. I want to see prof. Rahardi made my thesis consul."

"Wait,stef. You just answer 'yes' or 'ngga' about your relationship with Iqbaal sir."

"Yesterday sir Iqbaal just help me doang. And you certainly know if Iqbaal sir is the son of my mother's friend."

"Help what? Didn't you go to Bandung yesterday? Same with Iqbaal?"

For the first time, I felt very uncomfortable with Amel's question.

"Whatever, man, Mel. I've answered my relationship with Mr. Iqbaal. Lecturer with a student and he's also my mom's best friend's son."

Inwardly, I added my marital status to Mr. Iqbaal.

The debate between Amel and I was enough to attract the attention of the people in the Canteen. I'll leave immediately.

Along the corridor, many talked openly about me. Even their cynical stares could have pierced me even though I tried to walk quickly.

"Crazy, yeah, people now want to know

people's business is high." Say it on the road.

While passing through Mr. Iqbaal's room, I found my husband had a special guest this afternoon. I know Mr. Iqbaal realized that there was me in the window but he chose to continue talking to mbak Gita.

"See if you ask for it in the massage again! I'm wearing the hoe on my back!"

Ting.

(Prof. Rahardi: we reset your thesis consul schedule. I have an exit task)

Hells.

I grieved and immediately turned around but the door of Mr. Iqbaal's room opened. Ma'am Gita came out with eyes holding back tears.

"Stefs?"

"So-I want to see my lecturer, Pak.

Excuse me."

"Lake in!"

Ma'am Gita left as soon as Mr. Iqbaal grabbed my hand.

My lunch break should run out in Iqbaal sir's room which is more lonely than the grave. Since I was told to go in 10 minutes ago, he has not said any word. Just sitting next to me with my hands clutching my fingers.

He said, just be quiet until he himself spoke up. I think because after all, the wife must obey the husband. Several times, Iqbaal sighed heavily with his eyes constantly closed.

Ting.

(Lukmantan: where?)

(Lukmantan❤: want to have lunch together?) I can not take my phone on the living room table, sir iqbaal because my hands are held quite tightly.

(Lukmantan❤: meet kuy)

(Lukmantan: miss me?)

I don't know where the belief is, but I'm sure Lukman will discuss my and Ardian's problems.

Ah,rdians.

"Have I asked you to turn off your phone with me?"

I geleng.

"After this, do that. At least turn on silent mode."

"Yes." Yeah."

I took off Mr. Iqbaal's grasp and took my phone to reply to Lukman's message. I miss him. Especially after a week of not playing together because I have to go home to take care of the house. I read Iqbaal, who is not well.

(Lukmantan: ah I forgot you were married)

It feels like crying. I rarely walk with Lukman. I never rejected him for status reasons.

"Have you?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

Look at Mr. Iqbaal's broken heart, it's the best feeling for me. His face turned even more terrifying than when he was watching the test.

"Let's go on vacation."

"I mean. You are going through a difficult time. And I just got that thing."

"After my thesis is finished, sir."

He nodded and took my hand back in his left hand. There's a wedding ring that binds me and him.

"Diputusin or mutusin, sir?"

He smiled bitterly before grabbing the invitation from the drawer under the table.

"He even got his wedding ready. Back then, when I was 25, there were too many reasons for him to reject my proposal."

My finger rubbed the back of Mr. Iqbaal's hand.

Must've hurt.

There is still 1 hour to come to my next class and Iqbaal sir who has read my college schedule does not seem to waste the opportunity. I also felt not to have the heart to miss Mr. Iqbaal who was down just for lunch with Amel or Lukman.

"Ikhlasin, Dad. Ma'am Gita it's time to get married. It's ripe and hopefully Gibran can guide the Gita."

"You always call other men with 'gold' but use the word 'sir' for me?"

I don't know, do I?! This is why Mr. Iqbaal became a baby who had to be taken care of every inch of his body.

"How do you want it? I only respect my father as my teacher."

His grasp loosened and pulled me closer to his body. Alarm of danger!

"Sir."

"Yes?"

"The door's not locked yet."

My great-grandson who was rewarded with a loud laugh from Iqbaal. I am sure there will be many ears that hear his laughter.

"Why indeed? You think I'm gonna do that 'that' thing in my room that even has its cctv?"

I'm glaring. Withdrawing to sit far away from Mr. Iqbaal.

"I'm a person who doesn't like to share, Stef."

His voice suddenly felt heavy. His eyes closed back and leaned against the sofa. There are tears slowly coming down the cheeks. I am also hurt to see Mr. Iqbaal strong so very fragile like gini.

Is that how much she loves Gita?

"Sometimes it's better off than having to keep hurting each other, sir."

"Mbak Gita must choose when you also do not decide."

"The girl I've been looking after all this time. With all my heart."

He was silent for a moment. Mr. Iqbaal does not cry. Only a few tears that bear witness to Mr. Iqbaal's story are finished.

"My answer,stefhanie. Why should I

meet with Gita if I finally have to let go?"

"Color with that, so you know the sense of 'let go' is not easy sir. It hurts so much."

"You ever been like me?"

"Yet. I tend to back off rather than lose."

"Bad.. Embarrassing like a teenage girl."

"That means you're late! Haha"