Marry My Lecture's

chapter 23

My first class was attended by Mr. Iqbaal. But up to 15 minutes from the hour that should have started.

My lecturer has no news. I'm trying not to overreact to the uncertainty of Mr. Iqbaal.

Yudhit, chief, says that Iqbaal sir has no duty. He also did not say that the lecture was canceled. And what I felt was, when I passed the parking lot with Lukman. There's my husband's car.

Another with Dipo who said that if Iqbaal sir unplug it to the cafeteria. One class laughed because of his free writing. That guy had breakfast at home! It's what cooks me.

"Or maybe Mr. Iqbaal is the same

his wife's at home so doesn't go to class?" Princess Saying.

"Lo ngaco!" I said.

"Ugh his toys are angry." Said Jenny

"Lo really play the same sir Iqbaal?" Ask Hendro.

"What love?" Ask Dipo.

"Gue wants the recipe. Who knows I could too." Amel.

"Lo put on a stack?" Ask Belva

"Lo crazy, stef!" Yudhit.

"What anjir? I have nothing in common with that fierce lecturer! I ate boncabe!"

And along with my screams. The classroom doors are opened to access Iqbaal sir inward. He's got me, isn't he?

"Stefanie? Why scream in my class?

Even your screams are heard up to the campus gates."

Lying!!!! Freaky!

"Say steffi would eat boncabe if for example he proved to have a relationship with Mr. Iqbaal." Jimmy.

Damn Jimmy with his bucket lip! They often truant! Once off to make trouble! I just met Mr. Iqbaal by asking for help. And when his eyes met mine, the head que nduk.

"But isn't Mr Iqbaal married, sir?" Ask Lilyana.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer sir Iqbaal.

"I really am!! That's his hand there's a ring." Dipo.

"And aren't we related, stefhanie? Student with his teacher.

Damnit damnit!

My heart almost broke because of him. And he easily said that? My hatters are more and more, Lord!

"It has. Yudhit, help me split the problem sheet for your friends."

"Quiz again sir?" Ask Jimmy.

"Kalo 'yes' ? Want to file a protest, Jim?, you want to?,

Even last week you were not present in my matkul. How many alfa?"

"Also sir." Jimmy.

"Your Uts are going to be next week, right?"

Hells!!

My life at home will not be easy!

Hours of rest, I made an appointment with Prof. Rahardi for thesis guidance although actually more guided by sir Iqbaal than he who sometimes assignments out. But as a condition and respect for lecturers, I ask for consideration of senior lecturers like him to continue chapter 4.

A little more graduation, lur!

"Have you waited a long time, Stef?" Ask Prof Rahardi.

"I just came prof."

"What chapter?"

"Chapter 3. Ask the Prof to consider continuing the next chapter."

Prof Rahardi is notoriously meticulous like my husband although not as fierce as Mr. Iqbaal of course. His relaxed delivery, makes me grateful to have a teaching mentor like him.

"Can I ask you?"

"Is something wrong, prof?"

"Religious. Um.. Are you helping Iqbaal Dhiafakhri?"

Between having to answer, ring or nod. I made diem.

"So right?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You and Iqbaal sir.have married?"

"Ah,sorry. The whole thing is already good, but I still feel there is a touch of Mr. Iqbaal in your thesis. It does not matter as long as you can account for your thesis later. Get it over with, I want you to go on graduation in 2 months."

After the consul with prof. Rahardi Hutapea, I'm heading to the cafeteria for a snack. I have to be able to attend graduation in 2 months.

"Stefanie." Call sir Iqbaal.

Of the many roads that exist in this campus, why should you meet Mr. Iqbaal, Lord?. Not that I do not want to meet my husband, but the gaze of people in the corridor makes me uncomfortable.

"Can I go to my room?"

"What's up, sir?"

"Within? And there's something I need to talk about."

"Sorry, Sir. My husband is married and I already have a partner. It's not good if you're alone in the room."

His eyebrows are raised on the left. Then nod with a thin smile.

"Library?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

As before, Iqbaal sir will always win with the status of 'lecturer' as well as 'husband', and I missed my lunch.

Mr. Iqbaal handed me a light blue envelope. I took and found the dinner coupon.

"Tonight. Can you?"

I smile.

Compared to mbak Gita, I was just like a dried fruit trying to stick in his ketek. But yes her name is girl self-esteem, lur. I made my first dinner together, Mr. Iqbaal. This is the first time I was invited to candle light dinner with my husband.

"When are you finished? The hunt closes the place."

"Sugary little why the hell, sir?"

"Sugary"

"I know I'm sweet."

"As far as you. Can you leave?"

Once again I look at the mirror which may be the mirror also has been menggamati me. Enough to be present at the opening of the tea resto Pak Iqbaal. "Just to the new resto, you dandan

like these? It's free money I make your powder."

"Related,pak. Not good-looking!"

"I'm not handsome, why would you want to marry me?"

"Forced mom!"

"Oh, Mommy. And if I'm not handsome, then,

why did you say to Andrew, 'later if stef is already big, stef wants to be beautiful let kak baale like'."

Mr. Iqbaal laughs at the wheel while I try to digest his words. 'Baale's brother'?

It sounds foreign.

"Never, woy!!!"

Crazy one! Shame on me shame. It takes a coconut shell to hide. Find a ninja turtle to get me to run!

"Haha.. My ears are still working well and my memory is strong. That day, in your yard. Before it rained and today, exactly 14 years ago."

"lik! I never said that!"

"What's so hard about me if you used to like me?"

"I?"

"Yes. You, that baby crab pissing on my lap."

Tuh kan's! Tuh kan's!

My mother and Iqbaal's mother have known me for a long time. And I don't know if they know much longer than I thought.

"Let's get down."

"Sir.."

"What's? Will I carry it inside?"

"Let's go!"

"Then?"

"I'm going home, right? There must be a Gita inside. I don't want to rusakin' mood."

On my roof. He leaned until his nose touched my nose. Yes crazy what?!

I'm breathing out!

"I once said that in fact, you're prettier than my shadow?" His eyes closed. He was the first.