Marry My Lecture's

chapter 22

If you are stubborn, that is. He took me on vacation, right? I replied after I finished the thesis. And now to realize his wish, I work rodi to make thesis.

"Come dong spirit!"

"It's 11pm sir. It's 5 hours."

"Say I want to finish the thesis! My

it was only 2 months."

Is he a pinter or is he a pinter? Everyone has different brain skills! I took my laptop out of my lap and went to the bathroom. Get ready for sleep!

Tired of my heart.

"Lost a little bit of your chapter 3."

"Father continue on your own if you want!"

He got out of the pile of books and followed me to the bed. Am I a Dutch prisoner who has to work what rods?!

"Stef."

"I'm not horrified!"

"I really don't know what?"

Goddamnit!

"What's? Tomorrow's my first hour it's a pack class of fierce Iqbaal Dhiafakhri kayak Huski!"

"Huskey? Your temen dog?!"

"My father's ways are no longer the same as Amell."

"Why me?"

I don't answer questions, Iqbaal. I better get some sleep! It's up to Amel who's jealous to see me get in the car, Iqbaal. I am also his wife, Iqbaal.

"My first answer!"

"Will not! Find out for yourself!"

With a blanket over my head, I intend to hide from Mr. Iqbaal. But truth? He joined the blanket with his chin on my shoulder. Pretty intimate position. My heart wants to fall out!

"Whatever they think is right, isn't always right, is it? The most important thing is ourselves. Me and you, it felt natural when I drove my wife."

But is it natural for a husband to take his wife to meet another man? Ah,rdians. I don't think it's appropriate to keep this feeling.

"Steff, Mom once asked me to learn to love you like my wife. And should I ask Mama to say the same for you?"

Although only muttering, and Iqbaal sir's fingers are fused with my fingers. My world is floating.

Wednesday morning, I have cooked for breakfast before Iqbaal sir clothes after he took a bath. I hope he hasn't finished his bath when I'm getting his clothes on.

Honestly, yes. Mr. Iqbaal's request was malem enough to make me misbehave to shame it feels to just look into his eyes or talk.

"Have you?"

"Ah? Ehh?"

My finger almost pinched the closet leaf when Iqbaal stood behind me. The fragrant shampoo made my nose relieved.

Say I'm like a teenage boy who just felt the heartbeat of meeting a boyfriend or just a guy he likes. I really-don't dare to look at Mr. Iqbaal's face. After putting the shirt and pants, I grabbed my towel and intended to hide in the bathroom.

"Wait first. What's up?"

"Hng.ngga.pa. I'm gonna take a shower. It's late."

"Why do you keep bowing?"

"Comm.ngga."

"You keep saying 'ngga'. What was? I'm talking wrong?"

It feels like a scream when his hand reaches my arm. My muscles don't feel like they're stuck in the bone!

"Sir."

"Yes?"

"I'm going to sleep at Mama's tonight. Can you?"

"Why?"

"It's still morning and I don't want to argue with you, Stef."

My hand took off the grip of Mr. Iqbaal and took a few steps back.

"To fall in love with my own husband, I may ask for time to think, right?"

Because there was no reply from Mr. Iqbaal, I went into the bathroom. Like the lyrics of the song that Lukman used to sing to me, 'love takes time to be able to feel' And I hope Mr. Iqbaal is not stubborn in this case.

"You'll be really late if you just stay there, Stef."

"Yeah." Yeah."

"I won't make you love me. Only, your wish from long ago, to marry only once. Let's make it happen."

I smile. My heart aches when it keeps beating even though Iqbaal only says things like that.

"Lo never beats this fast even when I was driven home Ardian first. Cheating!"

The dining table feels cooler than the perbus room on campus that if the morning feels like kayaking at the poles because of the actions of children who forget to cool the room. Hunts were expelled, Dadang-satpam, he said.

After preparing breakfast, Iqbaal sir, I immediately sat in front of my lecturer. I want to go first, but he said it is better to ride the same car.

"I go first, Sir. I was caught by Lukman at

front."

"Don't I tell you to go with me?"

"Emmm.. I promised Lukman before."

I still love life, because if I take wet ketangkep deket same sir Iqbaal. My last life on campus was not going to be easy. I'll ask you to pick up Lukman. My son was happy because he finally got me.

"Can you, sir?"

"What time are you coming home?"

"Hour 4, take a change of clothes directly to Mama's house. Do you want to nganterin?"

"Wait for me to come home. I'll take you later."

I'm nagging. Drinking milk and walking towards the door before Iqbaal again interrupted my steps.

"I'm not the statue you just passed, Stefhanie."

I almost grieved, but I didn't. Since Iqbaal's house. I rarely swear.

"Ah yes. You remember, when we were on our first date and I asked you not to call me 'sir' but you broke it. Remember?"

"Yes. Then?"

"You've committed a lot of offences."

I'm goosebumps.

"There are punishmen."

"Stop being childish sir!"

"Sorry, childish? Like what?"

He came up from the table and approached me. My hand reached for the doorknob but was prevented by this man.

Goddamnit!

"Like what, Stefhanie?"

"Let me go."

"You said I was like a child. There's got to be an explanation, Stef."

I took off Mr. Iqbaal's hand and changed me who pulled his collar to get closer to me.

"Mr just broke up with Mbak Gita and asked me to fall in love with you?"

My hand went down right on Iqbaal sir's chest. Tidy up clothes.

"How can the heart change so quickly?" Ask me.

"the facts. There are many things about me that you don't know." Answer sir Iqbaal.