Marry My Lecture's

chapter 6

My blanket was pulled by my mother who told me to get up. I swear I've been up, but pretend to be lazy because Mama said there was an Iqbaal sir downstairs. Crazy huh?! It's only 6 in the morning.

"Come,stef. Not good with the Iqbaal." "Hgnnm. I don't want ma. Sleepy."

"Who told you to call Lukman!"

It is called a lot of thoughts. Finally, I called Lukman who happened to be traveling out of town.

"Who said?" Ask me

"Mama has many eyes!"

I grimaced as my mother nabok-nabok my body, told me to take a shower. At least wash your face before you meet Mr. Iqbaal.

Who wants to meet anyway? He is the one who is less than working.

Ja. Pick up. Not at 6 in the morning either! "Say you want a date?" Ask mama.

Duh... Mules again this is the stomach. I turned around and entered the bathroom. Mama also said all the baths to meet Mr. Iqbaal. My life is full of terrible Iqbaal sir.

"Sister. What anyway? Don't kill yourself. Later if I'm the same proposal big brother is not funny huh?" Bella.

"Take it."

"Totally?"

I came out of the bathroom and found Bella sitting on my bed, taking the novel that was in utensils.

"Lo really want to be with her?"

"I want to be with him. He just wants to be the same. It's not funny."

"Roads too! Don't you want to."

"Here, tell me you're not willing if I'm the same as him."

My nyisir activities were interrupted because the words did not make sense from Bella. Yakal. "What was she wearing?"

"Grandfather training. Take a jog time?"

I just nagged. T-shirts plus training pants are enough, huh?

I tutun and found Mr. Iqbaal who again talked with Papa about the ball and so on. I'm afraid Iqbaal likes Barca. That's what I understand.

"Where are you going?" Ask papa.

"Ngga tau, Pa. Ask Mr. Iqbaal."

"Muter here aja.om. Let the kebaya fit."

I glared at him. So really last night he said I was fat with his 'Gn? And you know? When I went to Lukman about 'Gn' the boy laughed and he said. So I turned to another conversation because it is not funny if Lukman knows about Mr. Iqbaal.

"I'm really fat?"

He's nodding,sat!!

My morning was spent jogging the same sir Iqbaal. To his students, it was bad luck. But so far I've been fine. I did a few consultations for the submission of chapter 1 of my thesis. He also talks a lot.

"Stef." Call sir Iqbaal.

Mr. Iqbaal suddenly stopped and dyed sweat on his neck, my hands were very gatel want nyekik. Yes, he himself who said that I jog to be thin. Uh even sit down.

"Here first." Said sir Iqbaal.

"Come,pak. I want to be skinny."

"What else do you want? People are like that triplex."

I glare. Ahya, girl she's not her front bearing back time huh? That's why I don't.

"Father said I was fat!"

"Religious. You said it yourself."

"But you are nodding! You also said 'let the danger fit', I mean fat?"

"Hey. Look where you want to scream."

I was pulled to sit in the garden seat. There are not many here, this is a working day. It's just early in the morning, so it's pretty embarrassing.

"Gue's shy, flood." Um me

Tak. My cheeks were chopped at Mr. Iqbaal slowly.

"My wife-to-be can't curse."

I grimaced. He's just a pat, not a crime yet. But.already.

" 'let kebaya fit' means that you do not get thinner or fat."

"Lied!"

"You want a D?"

"Also sir."

He's diem. I also. I see my shoelaces that are not a perfect picket, I finally bent but first the same sir Iqbaal ngiketin my shoelaces.

Reexamined.

Mr. Iqbaal is picking up my shoelaces. Okay, if he's not gnawing plus gaunt. I have fallen in heart. No lie.

"Thank you sir. So it's like drama-drama."

I laughed while Iqbaal sat back down after picking my shoelaces.

"Today I don't want to hear the word 'Sir' from you. We're datting today."

"What sir?"

"I'll count every time you say 'sir' as a mistake and you should get a punishment later."

I still do not understand, only diem when sir Iqbaal left the jogging area. "Come" said Iqbaal

Before returning, we stopped by the chicken porridge stall for breakfast. Kama said Mr. Iqbaal was a very laper. So inget time angry and her stomach sounds

that time. Fakkk.mau.

"Why?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

"Relga."

"Say why not?"

I nodded and sat on one of the benches.

"2 yes sir." Send sir Iqbaal to the porridge maker.

After that Mr. Iqbaal came to sit next to me. It was only a short distance away because there was my hand.

"Sir."

"One."

I ngernyit. When he fell, his hand pinched my cheek and was slightly pulled. Be ill.

"That's the punishment."

So really what he said today we date? Gini really thanks me.

"Sir why should I?"

"Two."

"Eh? How should I call?"

He put his shoulders together, not caring, while I was cleaning. How's that calling? It's not funny if you use 'you' let alone 'you' ewwhhh.

"Of."

"You think I'm Aunt Farah's sister?"

"Well, how do you keep going? Dizziness if it's ba.."

A spoonful of chicken porridge that was still a little bit of a drag came into my mouth. My eyes are glaring. The oath?

"Bawels." Said sir Iqbaal.

"Hot tau sir!"

"Three."

"Aargggs.. Why can't you just call me use that."

"We're dating now."

He had a thin smile like that.

Until the breakfast is over, I did not say much because I want to spend until home and run away from Mr. Iqbaal.

"Let's pick up at 10." Said sir Iqbaal.

"Where else are you going?"

"As far as I am."

"Any selfish?"

"That's the rule if you don't want Aunt Farah to be angry again."

"Whatever!"

I get out of the car without caring if people want to leave my house or not. Bodo time!

"Why brother? Jogging is not fresh?"

"You ah,bel. Dizziness me dizzy."

"Lo what's wrong? Period?"

"What date?"

"5 october."

After that, I ran to my room and checked because I was actually menstruating. And this is my period that will be fun or worst because maybe I can get angry at Mr. Iqbaal. Uhuy's.

Ting.

(Iqbaal: there is forgetfulness)

(Steffi: what? My phone is there)

(Iqbaal: Gm)

And my battery died after that.

"Curl. Gm what?"

"Good morning."

Fak!!!