Mr. Mas Lecturer R

chapter five

📍 Office Diningrat Marga

Half past ten in the evening. Rizal is still busy struggling with his files. He was days like that, always taking overtime. Even though the job can be down to the house. Instead, he prefers to work in an office.

He reasoned because in the office much make more focus. Even though he was a delinquent, willing to avoid the scolding of his mother who always asked when he married?

Come on. If it's time for him to get married, he's not ready for the responsibilities of a lifetime marriage. Rizal still wants to have fun with his solitude.

"Bro! This hour has not come home yet, very diligent. Wife at home not waiting?"

"Damn you! Don't make me sprain," cynical Rizal who stared fiercely at Jerome. "Why haven't you gone home yet?"

"The work you love hasn't been stretched."

Rizal just nodded. He looked at Jerome who was walking down the hallway. "If you want to make Jerome's nitip coffee!"

It doesn't take long. Jerome came back with two cups of black coffee in his hand, the other he put in front of Rizal. And the other he put right in front of him sat down. He sat between the two seats available in front of Rizal, only limited to work desk only.

"Thank you...!! you're welcome...!" syndicate Jerome.

Rizal rolled his eyes lazy. "Not sincere?"

"Ikhlas kok," he said while playing with his cellphone. "You're talking seriously about me."

After checking his phone for a while. Now Jerome is waiting for a response from Rizal who he wants to talk to. The man did not distract her one bit, still the same. Focus with the laptop and his finger that keeps dancing on the keyboard. Monitoring the work performance of employees and checking important data.

"Gue can? Pake lu-lu? The employees went home too."

"Hm."

Jerome shook his head with this attitude of his cousin's sister, which turned out to never change. He's hard to talk to seriously. The exception in office affairs, he will be horrified gercep and yes. "Tante Rere told—....."

"Make it a favor to accept the match?"

Jerome nodded. Still trying to be patient, he talked about the same body behind the laptop. The person I was talking to was busy.  "Lu don't want to recite the request nyokap tuh? It's also for your good."

"Both-goodness! if based on the feeling of not sincere how? and how good is it?! You go there if you want," replied Rizal had begun to be somewhat disturbed due to him. "If you talk about this again. Mending you don't need me to talk."

The man instead chuckled casually in response to Rizal's blatant dislike response. "Although if later this office is changed in my name?"

Rizal glanced cynically for a moment, again and again focusing on his laptop back. He is a workaholic. "Take it if you want."

"Related?"

"If you are shameless. Take a browww," Rizal tries to be patient. Is that true? Her mother gave her a warning. If he refuses this matchmaking, then the company he manages from scratch is taken back and told to be managed by Jerome?  "Gue can take an internship as a lecturer."

"okay."

*****

"Intan Rahayu Purwaningsih" cried Nissa as her phone was answered by her best friend. "Gue will say..."

"LOVER??!"

Spontaneous Nissa moved away from her phone, as Intan screamed at full volume. "Lho you're hinting at it anyway?!"

"Lu is just as anjir!" reply Intan while holding his dizzy head. "Gue's sleeping anjwingg! Lu kept calling. Disturb!"

"There's something important!"

"No!"

"What is it?" Intan is still patient, serving Nissa who likes to disturb the calmness of someone like this.

"Salted sour why does it taste yak salty?"

Okay. Intan is still trying to be patient and think positive, should not be angry first. Can't just curse. Must remain patient and look happy kiyowok. "Seriously nih. You called me not just want this name to doang right?!!"

"No. At that time doang, as well as this nanya.why lizard on the wall?!!"

"If in the swamp his name is a crocodile!"

"Owwh yes."

"What is it?"

"Yes, he did. Thanks for the time, already want to answer to overthinking me who thought about earlier.okay good night!"

"Anj—"

Not yet Intan completed his curse. He turned off his phone. Emang a bit annoying anyway, call night-night.just for the unfortunate thing like just to Intan.

Yes anyway. Daritadi Nissa's eyes can't be closed. Still thinking about his father's request. Denying Ortu's will is not good. So he's receding. But tipped overthinking. Thinking about how he'll be in the future? Will he be happy with this match? The face of the candidate who will be her husband only she does not know. His nature and attitude also he did not know.

"The word is good, Soleh and responsible. I'm a bit doubtful.in my feeling there is a ngerenjel that's the same casu meee."

Nissa fell asleep while looking at the ceiling of her room. His eyes were difficult to shut from afternoon until the hour showed two in the early morning. "Gue, what gini? Can't sleep, why do you keep thinking? not necessarily so either. Which men today want to be married?"

"But if it were like that. I'm afraid I'm not ready!"

"Liza..."

"Mother!"

Nissa was shocked by the sudden presence of her mother in her room. It makes his heart unsafe. Moreover, he went into Nissa's room still wearing white mukena. "Not slept yet?"

Mother even invited Nissa to sit back in bed before answering questions from her son. "Yes...!"

"Nissa herself why haven't you slept...?"

"I can't sleeprr...!" whine while stretching his hands hugging his mother from the side. "Mother abis salat?"

"Abis benerin tile."

"Ihh mother. Nissa asked seriously."

Irma could only chuckle in response to the whimpering of her daughter. He also returned his embrace by gently stroking Nissa's head. "Yes you, why the nights mother wear mukena if not praying."

"Who knows you'd like to learn to fly with mukena."

"Huh! Thought where is that? how could the mother do such a foolish thing," kekehnya winapi to random his son. "It is impossible for a man to fly."

"Yes, too, Bun. How is Nissa thinking weird?"

Irma sighed softly. "Yes already. Rather than useless thinking strangely. Mending you pray tahajud. The last third of this. Ask for a hint of peace for your mind. Let's not think strangely and negatively of the good things that have been mother and father planned. If you need to pray isikharah?"