Marry My Lecture's

chapter 24

After greeting and congratulating him on his new restaurant, Iqbaal chose a table for me and him. So far there has been no mbak Gita, but the meeting was nyletuk about mbak Gita dikit

before realizing that I was behind Mr. Iqbaal.

"Revo's the one who knows me as Gita." "Tuition also dong sir?"

"Exactly Revo my friend from High School."

"Wah wahhhh there is my gibahin! My ears are hot if anyone talks!" Revo.

"Yes, I know I have a girl too

why mention the ex?" Said sir Iqbaal.

I swear to you!!!!

I just first heard Mr. Iqbaal speak in a style that is far from formal!

Bless my ear!

"Gee. Sorry yes, just surprised that Iqbaal can spout a girl. Beautiful again." Revo

"It's me,Vo! Go before I burn your new restaurant!" Said sir Iqbaal.

The Revo guy laughed before deliberately glancing at me! Stabbed it's revo mas butt with Iqbaal sir's handkerchief.

"Yes yes, this is going! Deck, jinakin ya." Mas Revo said.

"Eh? Yes, mas."

I don't know how many people have asked me to make jinakin sir Iqbaal. I'm afraid of flying cockroaches!

What else should be a tiger laper like Iqbaal sir!

"All are called 'mas'."

"It's older."

"I am too."

"Then? Was ah, Pak. Yes pesen. I'm laper from noon!"

I called the waiter and ordered dinner as well as Mr. Iqbaal.

"Stef."

"Yes?"

"Mama's mother called me yesterday, just your progress."

"meaning?"

"Yes, I've cooked not yet your dinner. Be filial or trouble me."

"What did you say?"

" 'yes, the newlyweds, ma'am. I don't want to

steffi tired's'. "

"Imagazine!!!"

"What side did you say I was imaging?

I'm not asking you to make me. Lucky I didn't say you bother me I had to take you to bandung that time."

"I didn't ask either!"

"Keep if you see Dad?"

"It's coming to the graduation ceremony."

"Oh temen."

"Bodo ah! Don't expect to sleep in

bed!"

"The wife can't be insolent with her husband! Good luck!"

"Suami can't. Later don't get rations."

"Come?"

In writing this piece, I, Stefhanie Zamora, would like to thank the waiters who have kindly delivered dinner for me. Because with that, I can escape from the snare of the lion.

Marked.

Steffi cake.

Ah crazy!!!!

Shame on me shame. Yes how not to be ashamed, I whose initial intention was to seduce Mr. Iqbaal in the context of joking yes, even in his innocent face reply.

Suspicious of me, not maybe mas Revo never ngajak pak Iqbaal naughty.

"Even sir."

"You haven't answered me yet."

"firstly. Later if sick, I don't want to be angry at mom."

"I'm too used to eating your food."

Cardboard!!!

"Eh,baal? Dateng too?" Ask Gita Ma'am.

It feels like crying. Gita Ma'am is very beautiful wearing a simple but elegant dress that. Really so dry in her teats, guenya.

"Eh,Git. By yourself?" Ask me back, Iqbaal.

"So come with Nadia anyway." Answer the Gita.

"Wouldn't the candidate be taken?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

Whether it's from Mr. Iqbaal or mbak Gita, but I can feel the aura of sadness plus gripping at this table.

Silent.

"Daddy, don't you want some chocolate cake? Just got out of the oven!" Ask Revo to me.

I am very sensitive with the invitation mas Revo finally intend to stand but my hand is held Iqbaal sir.

"Lo can bring the cake here if you really want to show." Said sir Iqbaal.

"Eh, hello." Sapa mbak Gita's.

"Yes, mom. See you again." Answer me.

"Who was Airin at the time?" Ask Mbak Gita.

"Where, deck? Want ngga?" Ask me Revo.

"I'm with my husband, Mas. Fear of sin." Answer me.

Gita's face is getting moody with my words. And to be honest, I'm proud now. Laugh first in the heart.

"Make me a vo cake. I'm sure that Iqbaal doesn't want his wife fat!" Mbak Gita.

"It can be lo, Git. Steffi want fat or not also keep me defense." Saut sir Iqbaal.

Very delicious!!!!!

It feels like another great battle! Mr. Iqbaal who tried to show if he was all right and mbak Gita tried to show if he could be good with Mr. Iqbaal.

"Jaudah jaudah. Comeon, Git. Mumpung prospective lo does not exist, it could be my first hold." Saying mas Revo.

"Cardboard!" Said sir Iqbaal.

"Hahaha, could. I'll go first, baal, dek." Said mbak Gita

I nodded and smiled a little.

"So what was 'jatah?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

"Sir!!!"

This weekend, I nginep at his parents' house Iqbaal sir because of the nemenin mother who is home alone, Dad duty out of town. Who nginep should I doang because mother said it, 'steffi memenin mother ya' but sir Iqbaal also follow nginep because he said kangen house.

Judekah. Husband is right, lur.

"Finally come too." Say Mother.

"Eh, are you waiting for Steffi?" Ask me.

"Yes! I'm waiting for my mother's most beautiful daughter-in-law!" Answer Mother.

I laughed softly and helped Mr. Iqbaal bring his souvenirs to the kitchen.

"Udah! Let Iqbaal bring it. You're with yuk's mother."

If the nawarin in-law mah I also do not dare to fight. Once in a while win against sir Iqbaal with the help of Mom.

"Steffi's coming with me, sir."

"Why call him that?" Ask Mom.

"Ordinary, mother." Answer me.

"Or, mom. Just angry!" Said sir Iqbaal.

Mr. Iqbaal complained when his arm was hit by the mother. After this, I'll go on Google. 'How to be Mom' so I can mukulin sir Iqbaal.

"Why are you laughing, Stef?" Ask Mom.

"Huh? Uh ngga ma'am. It was on the clown loo, the funny thing is it's still carried today." Answer me.

"Ah mom does not want to know, anyway you can not call her cute son Mother use 'sir' You are not on campus."

Mr. Iqbaal has raised one eyebrow while appearing serialangian him.

Stef wants to marry Lukman!

"Keep how dong,bu. It's a habit." I said.

"Call 'mas' or 'honey' or 'papa'." Said Mother.

"Huh? Don't want!"

"Steffi dare to argue mother?"

Forgive me!

"Nwd,bu. Fear of sin."

"Mother also doesn't have the heart to have to be steffi's law."

"Neither fair!" Saut sir Iqbaal.

"Hush! Just you. It's the fruit in the fridge!" Say Mother.

You know me now why sir Iqbaal doyan ordered people plus really fierce! Genes from Mothers are of high quality. Fortunately the results are handsome!

"As long as steffi's here, I don't want to hear you call mom's son like he's a lecturer! When do you have a grandchild?"

Don't worry about rations' ma'am! It is difficult to know the meaning of Mr. Iqbaal to not discuss it. Shame on me shame.

" 'when do you have a grandchild?'." Ask mr. Iqbaal.

"Sir!!"

"Stef! Call 'mas' to be polite." Said Mother.

"...Mas?"

"Yes baby?" Answer sir Iqbaal.

Bajindul!!!!!

If there is no mother, I throw it head with eggplant!

"Duh mother's ghost." Say Mother.