Mr. Mas Lecturer R

chapter seven

The atmosphere of the room occupied by Nissa looked crisp. No teacher taught today. Mr. Bemby is rumored to be abroad. And according to the wind, there will be a substitute lecturer. He said today came. But still not seen the trunk of his nose.

Intan, Vino and Nissa were busy chatting. Unlike the others, his mouth was busy talking to his friend. His eyes focused on the phone.

"Are there people like that?"

Vino while holding his chin looked around for a moment. Then focus again on the interlocutor at this time. "Yes njir. Equal hands his eyes to the hape, his mouth wokwokwok chatty eloquent."

"There are people like that, hahaha." Intan laughed. "Dizziness is also a long storm gini not a lecturer who fuss."

Nissa nodded. Then he snapped his finger, as if he had a brilliant idea. "If I said to go to the canteen?"

Vino got up from his seat. "Bestie's good idea! Come on, kuen gas!"

It doesn't take long enough. About 12 minutes, they finally arrived at the fairly quiet cafeteria. The three of them took a sitting position to coincide in the chicken noodle cart.

"Three chicken noodles, which are special, Mang. It's got lots of it, vegetables, too."

"I'm a vegetable, sir" cried Vino.

Unlike Intan who took the order according to Nissa's words. "His body deserves a thin dry, do not like to eat vegetables lo No."

"Not self-conscious, bund," he replied. "Btw you why Ntan? His face is still gloomy."

"No papa, I'm dizzy again. Sih Nissa see No, his face is more like a moody bin than me."

"Snipples, you think I'm a raw mango what?"

The atmosphere in the cafeteria where the three ate. It's usually a storm. Riots under the three have become commonplace for sellers in the canteen. Especially Mang Cough, as a Mamang seller of chicken noodles and meatballs.

In contrast to the current classroom atmosphere, which had been noisy now became silent. Instantly all was glued. Especially students who are hypnotized by the good looks of someone who has just entered the management vocational classroom.

Their eyes reluctantly turned to look at the beauty God gave. Creating this perfect creature before him. His nose was sharp, his skin was pure white, his eyebrows were thick, his lips were seductive, his body was tall, plus his stature was very athletic clearly visible. Even a little seen that the body of the man is sixpack. Seen from the buttonless shirt that slightly opened two buttons from the top of it.

"Omo Omo, this is really a human what's a prince?"

"What a handsome fuck."

"Not strong! It's too perfect to be called human, she's like a Korean oppa woi! It's like he's a big dream."

"Who is he? Does the prince who doesn't ride stray HERE."

"Fuck with that. Grateful to have our class entered a handsome creature like him."

"Araghhh! What a handsome man is Allah."

Various sentences of praise came out of the mouths of students who felt the level of good looks of someone in front of the class was inhuman. If a man still standing in front of them is really handsome.

"Excuse everyone. Please be patient and calm, may I have a moment?"

All were silent only one of them named Amel exclaimed. "Don't just for a second, forever doesn't matter either. hahaha."

"Someone who is jealous seems to be ges ya."

"Prophe Rick, if the love continues."

"Did? Can you please watch me for a moment? I'm a lecturer here —"

HUH?!! all were shocked at once shocked by the statement from the man. What did he say just now? My lecturer! Whoi! This is a fortune all the time and history, on the campus of CG there is a lecturer as handsome as this person.

"Let me introduce myself for a while, it's up to you guys to make a fuss or whatever."

Everyone managed to fall silent. Hypnotized with the shady gaze of this young lecturer. "My name is Rizaldy Jean Xayran Diningrat your substitute lecturer, I will next teach here. The vocational faculty of management. Does anyone mind?"

"Oh, obviously not sir. There was a lecturer handsome kayak father rejected," Risma said with shame.

"Can't call me father. It feels too old, call me brother can't you?"

"Ready brother!" answer the whole room, which is incomplete with three people who are still busy eating and having fun in the cafeteria. "Can't you introduce yourself more fully? I need to get to the details."

"Yes brother. How old?"

"My age is 27 years, if forever." he said hanging while staring at the student who asked earlier. "And all your life with you."

"Araghhh! Paksu can be anyway," reply Nella so brutal salting in gombalin lecturer handsome. "Sir. specifically for me. I want to call my father, Paksu aja yes?"

"What's Paksu mean?" the question from his cousin Dino T-rex already represents the question that Rizal wants to raise. "I'm ready to take my heart."

"Patience No."

"Father gatau means Paksu?" Rizal nodded. Say yes, do not know what Paksu means? "Impress, Sir husband sir! So ahakkk!"

Nella swayed lightly feeling salting. He's the one who said, uh he's the salting one too. Basic Nella. 

"Punten gapud!"

The three people who had just filled their stomachs in the canteen. Just walk in, unaware that someone is choking on their chest. His eyebrows shot up, squinting his eyes at the behavior of the three. The three of them took them to bertos ria, and distributed donuts made by aunt of Intan. Intan resigned, but he told his two friends to help sell it. Ehh even in split it. From the right end of the donut is Nissa, and the other side is Vino.

"Hayo guys, try the donuts."

"Hayo, try kuy." The girl stirred herself by patting her hands together. Not yet realized that there was a lecturer who looked at him in astonishment. "When is it good to pay double yak?"

"Yoy! You have to pay for special donuts, premium ingredients, and of course it feels good!"

The two walked back and forth to the front of the room. Still not realized too, if Intan is already aware. He looked at the creature as handsome as he stood watching Vino, and Nissa.

Everyone tried the doughnuts, and they were hungry. It's just coming in for lunch. So inevitably they eat donutsnya. it feels emang engga boong, very good to use.

Scramble the table, and occasionally pat his friends on the shoulder. "Let's pay."