Marry My Lecture's

chapter 7

He actually picked up at 10 o'clock right and again had a serious chat with Bella. Funny if they are married? Sincere.

"Well, the wait is finally down." Bella.

"Lo don't walk with your boy, Bel ?"

"Narrants. Want to talk to the prospective sister-in-law first."

I hung my shoulder and sat next to Bella, playing on my phone. Feels mosquito.

"So you're not the same way, brother Iqbaal?"

I finally looked up after 10 minutes of playing on my phone. Only scrolling IG.

"Gue is up to me. Why?"

"Kalo you don't so. I need to be the same, Iqbaal."

Is this why I want to be PHO or what?

Can't see what I'm doing?

"Yes whatever."

"Other times, Bel. Too bad for now." Said sir Iqbaal.

I don't know and hope not to care but kepo. Yes how not kepo, adek lo and prospective husband also lo look very familiar like those who have the earth are you just stranded there.

"So no? If I don't want to go together."

"Who?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

Bella had been inching up when there was a phone call and there was my problem with this young lecturer father.

"Should you know? I don't want to know your business with Bella."

Believe me, I tried to call him 'you' it repeatedly in front of the bathroom glass.

"Don't want to know?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

I nodded and saw that he didn't care. But truth? He stared at me intensely, making me scared of this guy.

"I want to plug his eyes?"

"Brave?"

"How dare you look at me like that!"

"Wait for the D value. I can still give

you're worth D even if I'm blind."

"Whatever ya."

My mood is completely destroyed. Again period even invited to fight.

"I don't want to walk. If you still want to walk, you go with Bella."

"Maybe?"

The sat!!!!! He woke up and pulled me out of the house. Yes you know if it is pulled that held what. Hands yes.

"Say where you're going."

"Should you know?"

Damn it he turned my talk back. Really nyekik!

And I finally got it. Until his car stopped at one of the houses with a young mother in front of him. I think I've been waiting for Mr. Iqbaal.

"I'm not honey, am I?" Ask me.

My smile can not fade every see Airin laugh lightly when carried by Mr. Iqbaal. Aaaa is funny, so want to have one too. I am currently in the apartment of Mr. Iqbaal with Airin as well.

"Hello, Airin" My hello

Airin I'm carrying now. Her puffer cheeks make me want uyel-uyel continue.

"That was my sister's wife, Stef. Not my wife."

"I don't know."

Very embarrassed by it. I guess he was married because when he got to the house, already there are waiting like every Papa coming home from the office, surely Mama is always ready behind the door. It's not funny if I'm a second wife. I don't want to be honey!

"Airines. This is aunt steffi" Mr. Iqbaal.

I've squandered Airin's soft cheeks and beat my cheeks.

"You are fat, not fat."

I diem heard him talking and Airin mainin my hair.

"I don't want to fight in front of a child."

I walk towards the sofa because from the entrance, we just stand.

"What do you want to drink?" Ask mr. Iqbaal.

"Whatever." Answer me.

"Don't..."

I tickled her stomach, Airin, and she laughed until her eyes narrowed. I laughed and cried again Airin cheek.

"Ale"

My eyebrows are a little interested when Airin's short speech leads to call Iqbaal sir who just came with a milk bottle in his hand.

"Ale?" Call me.

"What?" Answer sir Iqbaal.

I laughed and Airin was carried by Iqbaal muter-muter in the apartment. From the balcony to the room. Honestly, I hesitated to go into the room.

"Sir will be your room too."

It feels like to throw a big buffet towards Pak Iqbaal who smiles thinly and tries to baringin Airin in bed but Airin does not want to.

"Water... Here's the same aunt."

"It's time for Ai to sleep." Said sir Iqbaal.

I nodded and carried Airin, put Airin's head on the que chest and slightly patted Airin's back. Mr. Iqbaal also took part by rubbing Airin's hair after a while just on the cue.

"They're still?" Ask me.

"still. But it looks like his son is sleeping.

Why do you feel like your own child? "I don't know if you're skilled at this."

I used to read a romance story that was almost the same as the one I experienced. Not matchmaking. More precisely, we both experience things that are in a room with adult men and toddlers. What is different is the character in the story that I read along with the man of his tribe. Lv? I.ngga.tau.

"Get me your phone."

"Make what?"

"Just give it to me?!"

His hand was outstretched to take my cell phone on the balcony of his apartment. But I prevented it straight away. Who is he, man?

"Sopan yes, pak. I have privacy."

"Four."

I'm tired of always dealing with the lecturer macem nyebelin him.

"We're on a date and I don't want anyone interrupting our time."

Deg is me.

"Give it to me?"

"No! I'll save it."

He nodded and I put my phone in my jeans pocket.

"Where are adults dating?"

I just want to drink tea so laugh because of him. Doesn't she have a boyfriend?

"Attent. Laugh again."

I don't know how many times he sent me and made me laugh.

"Say she has a boyfriend. How do you ask me?"

Mr. Iqbaal diem and I are not so good to bother him again. Afraid of crying isn't funny. There's no candy!

"You wanna follow my way?" Ask me

"What?"

"Should you know?"

I laughed again and he found me lazy. After a laugh I looked at Mr. Iqbaal intense and nyari things that could make Mama I want him as a daughter-in-law.

Her hair was cut very well.

The face is firm and the jaw is.

His eyes were not narrow, nor did they turn.

Strict eyebrows with perfect forehead make..

Continue the tapered cheeks and pointed nose.

"You don't make me speed up the wedding, Steff."

Without me knowing. When I look at Mr. Iqbaal's face, my hands can't be pinned. Anjir shame.

"I just want to find out why my mom wants you as her daughter-in-law."

"I don't think we need to talk about that. Or

maybe you should know why I deserve to be your husband."

Suddenly I hiccuped when Iqbaal took turns to look at me. Damnit damnit!