Mateau

Be late

“You are looking for yourself or Mommy cariin?”

The question kept ringing in Alvin's ears all day. At breakfast this morning, he had to face the trial conducted by his parents.

Find wife? This might not be easy. Because, to get the right one can be said to be difficult, difficult, easy.

“Yes Allah, thought to find a wife kayak nyari bakwan in a friedman who just bought aja,” muttered Alvin at his desk.

Alvin is a lecturer at Cemara University. As a Lecturer and boutique owner in one of these cities. He was busy with a lot of work. Not infrequently the time is just up to teach and design fashion.

“Pak Alvin, why?” A friend approached Alvin. His steps were regular, until he stood in front of Alvin. “Has tangled up?”

Alvin smiled kindly. “I'm not feeling well anymore, Mr.”

The senior lecturer chuckled. “Eat him, sir, find a wife. Surely Mr. Alvin works great, but no one welcomes at home.”

This discussion again. Something that Alvin has always avoided from anyone. A wedding! Is that theme interesting? So everyone is so happy to talk about it.

The man in the black shirt sat in the front seat of Alvin's desk, staring fixedly at Alvin. “It's good to know, sir. Someone is sleeping. There is masakin. There is mijitin. Anyway very good.”

Hearing that Alvin's forehead wrinkled. It is like listening to the promotion of sales who are proud of their products.

“Eatya, marriage quarry!”

The word of his friend was not far from there.

Alvin was silent for a moment, looking at the face of his friend who was only two years younger than him. “Pak Ronal has been married for how many years?”

“I?” Ronal –friends seprofesi Alvin—pointing herself.

Alvin nodded quickly. “Ya.” He wanted to know how deep Ronal's practice of marriage was.

“I've been five years, sir. I have one child three years old.” Ronal answered proudly. Because, this marriage is very based on love.

“Wah, it's good too, sir?” ask Alvin.

“Iya. Eat it, I said it's good too.” Ronal paused for a moment of his conversation. Then, say back, “Pak Alvin, why not get married yet? Though the age of Mr. Alvin is older than me.”

Alvin had expected that there would be questions like this. He was tired of answering.

“Pak Alvin's, right, handsome. Not just a teacher, but also a boutique. There should be many who want to be a wife,” said Ronal.

“Not met his mate, Sir,” replied Alvin.

“If not searched. Where can, Mr.”

“I'm still busy.”

“Let's go old, Sir.”

“New thirty-five years.”

“That's already a marriage match, Sir.”

Alvin surrenders. It would be useless to argue about marriage with anyone. In the end, he simply listened to the advice of those who had jumped into the field directly.

Ronal stands. He just got a message from his wife. Ronal's right hand was holding the phone. His finger playing on the screen was typing.

“I go home first, Mr. Alvin. This wife commutes weekly nights. Ordinary, dating alone,” said Ronal.

Alvin simply smiled knot, then said, “Ya, Sir.” His eyes remained focused on the pile of paper. He was examining the duties of his student.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum salam.”

Alvin stretched both hands. His muscles feel stiff. Maybe too much sitting in front of the laptop while checking sheet by sheet the task of his students.

In this room, there were three female lecturers who were still doing the same thing as Alvin. And, they were clearly seniors.

Sometimes there was laughter from the three. Alvin tried to be quiet, and just be a listener. Because, he no longer wants to go into the topic they are discussing. A wedding!

Five minutes later, two female lecturers came out first. Alvin and one senior lecturer. They seemed to be racing with time, there was not the slightest sound from the two.

Suddenly the door of the room slid. Alvin was not disturbed, while the female lecturer looked at the source of the sound.

“Who to look for?” ask the female lecturer.

The red-hijab girl walked in with a sweet smile while nodding respectfully. “Assalamaicum. Sorry, Miss Risma. I'd like to find Mr. Alvin.”

“Waalaikum greetings. Oh, that's right there,” point Bu Risma at Alvin.

“Thank you, Ma.” Again the girl nodded. Both of his legs stepped closer to Alvin who was in the right corner. His eyes were observing, scrutinizing Alvin's so serious face.

“Sorry, Mr. Alvin,” the girl said in a polite voice.

Alvin bergeming's. His eyes remained focused on the strands of words on the sheet of paper he was reading.

The girl was silent. His hand tapped on the blue maps he was carrying.

“Pak Alvin.” Once again the girl called the youngest lecturer. Hopefully this time the call will be ignored.

However, nil. This time it's the same. Alvin was so focused on his work that he heard nothing else.

The girl was worried and lazy. Maybe the rumors that circulated were true, if the young lecturer in front of him was indeed a little indifferent and firm to his students. Alvin is famous for giving many tasks.

Three minutes standing, the annoyance began to eat away at the girl. He also ventured to raise his voice. “Sorry, Mr Alvin!”

This time it worked. Alvin flinched, and raised his head towards the girl. Their eyes meet. Looking at each other's opponents.

Alvin's forehead wrinkled. “Iya, what's up?”

The girl seemed to hold back in annoyance. However, for the sake of the smoothness of his college eyes. The tiny lips developed a sweet smile, then said, “I want to collect tasks.”

Alvin stared hard. “Tasks?”

The girl nodded slowly. “Iya, Sir.”

“Not tasks should be collected in my class earlier?” Alvin turned the ballpoint pen in hand. “You are not present?”

“Sorry, Sir, I'm late.”

Alvin nodded. He leaned his back on the back of the chair with a difficult gaze to interpret. “You know my principle isn't it?”

The girl was silent.

“I only accept tasks collected during class. Through it, I assume not working.”

“But, Sir. I'm late not on purpose.”

“What's late equals absent?” Alvin brow langakat up one. “If it's late, you can still attend my class, even if it's half!”

The girl in front of Alvin exhaled a rough breath. Nor does he want this to happen.

“I know, I was wrong, sir. But, I beg your kindness,” pinta the Girl.

“Cannot. You I assume not doing the job.” Alvin stays on his feet.

Not like other students. This time Alvin saw a different reaction from this girl. His red face held in anger, then there was an outpouring of resentment.