Marry My Lecture's

chapter 3

Finished business about the application and everything I intend to go home because of free return to campus. 3 classes I missed all because Iqbaal sir!

"Who are you going home with? Same with Iqbaal, right? Mama there needs to be another one first." Ask mama.

"Yahh even though I wanted to be with Mama earlier." Answer me.

"Son Iqbaal. Anterin steffi please?" Said mom to sir Iqbaal.

"Yes, aunt." Answer sir Iqbaal.

"Ngga. Steffi's going to Amel's house first." Reject me.

"Amel?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

She started acting as a possessive husband candidate? Urucine your girlfriend, sir. I'm a dust blower on Sahrini.

"I'm taking it." Said sir Iqbaal. I just look at him very lazily.

What the hell is this guy?

"There's no clock?" Ask me

"You know the reason."

I am diem. Want to refuse again but afraid in the scribble of KK same Mama who still sees us from her car. When I walk to get in the car Iqbaal sir. He took my hand.

"You don't want to go home with me, do you?" I'm nagging.

"I'll get a taxi." I'm speechless.

Bentar. Repeat again yes. 'I get a taxi' I swear? Crazy is he! I was told to go home alone after that in front of my mom she wanted to nganter me, he said. Good thing your handsome sir!

"Ken-"

"That's the cab. I have other business." Said sir Iqbaal.

This is not a public place and there are not many people. I've thrown Iqbaal sir with a stone from hell let it be like the stories of the prophet! I don't have that pride in front of him.

"Don't forget. Drugged duty not to be left asleep." Said sir Iqbaal.

After that he turned his car around and left me by the side of a taxi. So wonder where people are going.

"I thought the car was sir." I told the taxi driver.

The taxi driver nodded and went back to follow my prospective car. Ass... Mr. Iqbaal.

"His girlfriend?" Ask the taxi driver.

"Prospective husband."

" Wah.. How'd neng be left?"

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"There's business he said. Come sir. Pepitins."

"Meeting an affair may be neng"

I swear this is my same-minded father? Sir, my father?

"So she cheated on me what should sir?" Ask me.

"Eneng's his future wife, right? Call it neng if only for the sake of infidelity!"

Continues that now my position is an affair kama real girlfriend pak iqbaal it's him. How's it?

My taxi stopped in front of a hospital plate. And as far as I know, Mr. Iqbaal is not a person who likes to visit hospitals. There was even a sick lecturer and Iqbaal was just nitip

greetings to the lecturer. It's grim!

"The car went inside. Wanna come in too?"

"Thank you,pak. I'm just down here."

After paying for the taxi I went out and the taxi driver was excited I made a grab of Mr. Iqbaal. Yes, for parents. In the parking lot I saw the car Iqbaal sir was there and I decided to wait outside. There are many hospital rooms, too! Dingy. Not good either.

"Steff's." Call Ardian.

"Hey. Why lo?" My greeting.

"Petch nyokap. Lo what?"

"Nyokap you sick? Get well soon from me."

"Yes. What's going on here, pretty? This is hot."

"White." Answer me.

Ardian laughing. Cute people want to do something handsome. He's that.emh... Say aja gebetan. I just don't want to digrep more than Ardian because he said he wanted to focus on the study. Yaudah.

"Wanna see mama?" Ask Ardian.

Finally I follow Ardian, itung-itung acquaintances that same prospective in-laws.

"Where's thesis?" Ask Ardian.

"On going's. Do'a in me dong." Answer me.

"Yes. It must be for you mah."

Vusshhh... Fly with dragonfly wings.

"Stefs?" Call sir Iqbaal.

Just turn right. There are other candidates. Besides Mr. Iqbaal there is a beautiful girl, tall as tall as tempting. I really dust on the sahrini dah kalo dahlo compared to him.

"Sir Iqbaal." Answer me.

"Remain here?" Ask mr. Iqbaal

"You picked up my mama." Reply Ardian.

I just smile. In front of the husband. Besides there's a boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, sir." Ardian.

Ardian does not know Mr. Iqbaal because I am different campus with him. ITB's son he's.

"What lecturer lo ato?" Ask Ardian.

"Yes the lecturer." Plus the husband, I added in my heart.

We enter the room of Cambodia number 3 where the nyokapnya Ardian.

"Come pah. Ohy. It's ravenous, mahmah, pah. Name's Steffi. I smiled and Ardian's parents smiled as well. The same boxy smile as Ardian's.

Ting. (Dosengalakop: I'm waiting at your house now).

As information only. Ardian's bokapnya very good! 2 Hours there is a really good feeling. The four of us talked in the living room. I really feel like a ghost.

"Thank you stef. I've never seen my mom welcome it's the same chick." Ardian

"Congratulations" I replied jokingly.

Ardian laughed again, one hand rattling my hair.

"Get in." Ardian.

"Excused?" Ask me

"Lah gga. You said you were told to go back." Reply Ardian.

Mama called kama said there was Mr. Iqbaal at home. I answered with no care, and the gift mama cut my pocket money. Fak!

"Gue first yes, Di"

Ardian nodded and I got into the house after Ardian's car drove away from my house. There's actually a car Mr. Iqbaal in the yard.

"What else do people want?" Say it while I walk in.

My eyes and Iqbaal's met when he took his eyes off the magazine he was carrying.

"You're finally home! Mom wants to pick up Bella" Mom said.

"Gapain picked up Bella ma? He has no holiday schedule." Ask me

"Your mother told me the rector! Yes, her sister's proposed but she's not coming?" Answer mama.

The atmosphere became quiet after Mama with my Papa left. Want me not to sit in the guest room because there is a sir Iqbaal.

"I'll wait 2 hours here."

I'm diem. Gala began.

"Where have you been for 2 hours? First you said you wanted to go to Amel's house. Then why can I meet you at the hospital?"

I told you if he was too strong? With a shirt whose arms have been folded up until the elbow. Mr. Iqbaal is really angry.

"Can I answer? Where have you been

for 2 hours? I told you you don't even care!" Ask mr. Iqbaal

"To Ardian's house." Answer me

The atmosphere is getting gripping, lur. Her face is like tazmania now, Serem! I'm standing. His intention to take a drink for him because it turns out Mama has not given him a drink or he who does not want to.

"Sit down!" Said sir Iqbaal.

"I'd like to grab a drink sir"

"You can even drink when I'm angry?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

There's a snapping tone there. Do not accept me!

"Whose father thought? Don't because my mother wants me to marry my father, Iqbaal sir can be just like me! Won't do. I have my own life."

"You want what?"