Marry My Lecture's

chapter 8

Still in the balcony of the apartment Mr. Iqbaal and of course with me who is still embarrassed because my hands that can not be pinned earlier. He who changed the way of dating after stating that the way of dating from me is indeed bad!

"Hows it? Agreed?"

"What?"

"What did you think of? My forehead My eyes or my nose?"

Fak!!! Should he explain how my hand was moving? Ma, Steffi wants to go into your mom's womb!

"I'm thinking of my thesis. Not you."

He moved and picked up a set of playing cards. There's a King, Queen's the same Jack. Tau dong for sure?

"Dapet from where? I didn't think my lecturer was a toy rummy."

"Have a son! It's a confiscation."

Almost forgot, isn't he a bad guy?

"The game is like this, I'll shuffle these cards and split them as big as you. Each card is black. You deserve to be with me whatever! If the card is red, I ask you. And vice versa."

"Okey."

The sun began to rise but was covered in clouds. Not too hot. Mr. Iqbaal started shuffling the cards in his hand and sharing them with me. We suit, he's the one who started. His first card was red.

"I'll ask you."

He's diem. I deg-degan.

"What are you going to do, for example, suddenly Gita called me and asked me to find him."

"Gita?"

"My girlfriend."

I actually have a boyfriend, so you guys who made me think about him lied, wrong! Gita.

"Yes.. No matter my origin as Airin was ushered home."

"Even if it's our date?"

I hate to admit this, but every time he says 'date', my heart supplies blood very quickly to the brain and makes me misbehave. Yeah how is it? Lo dating the same fierce lecturer lo himself.

Horrified, anyway?

"Until now, I still have no right to ban you because there is no right. Yes it's up to you." My word

dapet kinky black.

I immediately pulled a card in front of me and unfortunately I got a black curly.

"Are you close to Lukman?"

"School Friends, hangout together, watch, dinner, holidays that close. Wh why? Jealousy?"

"Nhd!"

"Ah forgot. He's also my ex."

Just a moment ago, a quiet moment between me and Mr. Iqbaal. More precisely after this lecturer asked an honest question I do not know what to answer.

"All I know is, you only want to get married once in your life. For example, I made a mistake and it was so fatal to us, you would forgive me and stick with me?"

I can only be pinned while his eyes are trying to look.

"I'm.."

Airin cries and moves uncomfortably with her eyes still closed. I immediately approached the 1.5-year-old toddler and brought Airin in my arms.

"Yes, it's." Saying I.

He was still sobbing with the face that was on my boat. Mr. Iqbaal tried to calm down Airin who seemed to have a nightmare.

"Da.. Ai's beautiful."

"Let me be fat."

When Airin and Mr. Iqbaal came out of the room and probably wanted to go around a little. I went to the kitchen to see what I could cook.

There are only eggs and withered vegetables that are not worth wearing.

He never lived in the apartment or what? Kayak not to be that.

"Have you ever seen the kitchen? Nothing to cook."

"You don't mean you have to shop, yeah." Airin was still chuckling as his uncle tickled his stomach and landed a few kisses on Airin.

"Shopping? Out out?"

I nodded, took my bag and took turns holding Airin to the basement. Some people whisper to each other and make me uncomfortable.

"Airin's brought the food, right?"

"There's an Airin bag. There's diaper clothes, too."

Mr. Iqbaal's car came out of the apartment building area and joined another vehicle that was stuck in traffic because of a lunch break.

"Ai. What color is the car? That's.red"

Pak Iqbaal's car got into the supermarket parking lot and I got ready with Airin. "Ai..shopping same aunt?"

"Whose money cake?"

"The ale." Answer me.

I laughed a little before entering with Airin taken by Mr. Iqbaal.

"Put next to me. If you say, free I spent a lot of money to buy kebaya."

"Sincerely?"

"Ikhlas for his own wife."

My shopping event and Iqbaal sir-along with Airin is certainly-not as bad as my shadow turns out. The purchased ones are certainly needed for lunch as well as for supplies in his apartment. Somewhat pity when I know my lecturer's apartment is like not being taken care of.

"Em.pack"

"How much do you want this to, Stef? Five or six? Or to be rounded to ten?"

"I forgot sir. Start with one more."

I smiled broadly by putting the bread I bought into Airin's mouth.

Still running in the super market with Iqbaal sir who followed my steps behind with our shopping trolley.

"Where's the air going?"

I slightly pointed at a few corners, toddler niece sir Iqbaal followed my hand and chose the direction we walked.

"Steffi." Call Amel.

Okay, I'm a little worried when Amel walks towards me, I'm afraid he's why I'm carrying a kid with Mr. Iqbaal behind me.

"Lo what?" Ask Amel.

Moisturize!!! Just die for me.

"Jalan aja, Mel. Who are you here with?"

"Helma. He's talking to Mr. Iqbaal for a thesis discussion."

"Where?"

"Neas far from here. Why is it that Mr. Iqbaal?"

And indeed when I look back there are sir Iqbaal and Helmi who are not too far from me and Airin, which is, but enough to not make the assumption that I came with this fierce lecturer.

"Whose child is this? As far as I know, you're still a virgin, Stef."

"Damn lo, Mel! My son sodara."

"Aleeeeeeee!!"

Airin shouted and waved at Iqbaal sir. I've had a cold dry air Airin started crying because I didn't give him to his uncle.

"Ale?" Ask Amel.

With the crying Airin continues to wriggle towards Pak Iqbaal. I'm excited because I don't want to get caught wet Amel.

"Mr Gita!" Call me.

I immediately walked towards Mbak Gita, his real girlfriend Iqbaal who happened to or did not she again walk towards Pak Iqbaal. I survived today!

"From now on, let's go, I'm waiting for you." I said.

Airin was still crying and now taken over Iqbaal sir.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"Sama-sama, let's go."

"This Gita boy?" Ask Amel.

"I'm her boyfriend." Answer the Gita.

Mr. Iqbaal who still nenangin Airin just smiled sharply at me.