MY LOVE ENDS WITH YOU

ALMOST GOT HIT

AUTHOR POV

 

-- Campus --

Today Narita went to the campus library to look for references to some books for his research. This is the end of Narita's first year through his S3 study period. The initial intention was only to go to the library, in fact his supervisor, the professor who mentored his thesis, wanted to meet with him to discuss his research.

Narita headed for the room where he and his supervisor would meet. Narita is now entering a large room but is quite private.

“Good day, Prof” saya Narita.

“Hai, Narita. Come here, there's something important that we should discuss.” The professor let Narita sit in the front seat of his desk.

Finally they engaged in a very serious discussion related to his research and open trial plans as one of the stages in obtaining a PhD Candidate. Narita is very familiar with his Professor, as well as his Professor is very fond of his performance. Narita several times helped the Professor's research project and they often involved discussions related to research that is often done by the Professor. Narita is indeed a very easy figure to build good relationships with the people around him.

Without feeling they have been discussing for 2 hours.

“Thank you, prof for all the input. Soon I will review and add data according to input, Professor” said Narita while standing and reaching out his hand to shake hands.

“Ok. As soon as it's done, you email me.” Professor responded.

“Good, Prof. Excuse me” Narita then stepped away from his Professor, but when he was about to open the door handle, his professor called him “Narita!”

“Iya Prof” Narita turned his body and faced towards his Professor.

“How about my offer?” ask Professor.

“Have you decided?” continued.

Narita then stepped back to his Professor. He was still impressed to think quite heavily about what his Professor was questioning.

“What makes you doubt? Is my offer difficult?” The professor was not satisfied just waiting from Narita's silence.

“Not, Prof. Professor's offer is very interesting, I feel very challenged, but,,” has not been able to complete Narita, Professor has interrupted him.

“But what?? Narita you know, later if you are willing to collaborate with me in this research, we will charge you to take primary data in Indonesia. About your research here also we can still discuss online and the research draft can be sent by email. You can stay in Indonesia until the sampling is complete. Even you, if you want, can all research with samples from Indonesia. Save, can go home, and research can be 2 at a time. How?” professor's light is very long.

The offer to return to Indonesia with funding by his Professor and at the same time get ease in his own study is the most interesting offer according to Narita compared to what kind of bone banging he had been living. Narita seemed to stand by thinking long enough of his Professor's words.

“Hmm, Good Prof. I am willing” replied Narita steady.

“Good. Great job, Narita!” The professor looked happy with his thumbs up both hands.

“OK. I'll send you an email, you try to develop! If you are ready to discuss, immediately contact me and Prof Mark” said Professor.

“Good, Ready Prof. Ok then, excuse me Prof!” Narita bowed his head and turned and left the professor after the Professor allowed him to leave.

Narita drove his bike so fast that he lost his concentration for a moment, and…..

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 The sound of a car that brakes suddenly because suddenly Narita's bike passes in front of the car. Both Narita and the person in the car were shocked.

Although shocked but Narita still sat on his bike and dumbfoundedly noticed the car which was only 1 meter away from him. Unimaginable if the car had no chance to brake, how it would have become.

A bule man came out of the steering wheel door.

“You okay?” he approached Narita and was watching Narita from top to bottom, turning up and down.

“You??” ask again because Narita just shut up and said nothing.

“Hai!” the man bravely held onto both of Narita's shoulders and shook it to the point of making Narita flinch and sober up.

“Astaghfirullah Hal Adzim's. I'm it's okay. Sa sa I was just in shock” replied Narita stammered as he tried to remove the man's hand from his shoulder.

Soon, a handsome, tall, big, young executive-style man came out, neat, slimy, but he saw a streak of maturity coming out of the car from the passenger door.

“What is the problem seriously?” Narita who was amazed by the handsome adult man was only able to be silent and dumbfounded without being able to answer, while the man stared fixedly at Narita. Their views met for a long time.

“It seems not, sir. This lady I see is fine” he replied.

“Alright Miss, if you're okay, I'm sorry. Next time Miss also have to be careful if cycling, although here the road is quiet but that does not mean you can as you please cross!” his long advice resuscitated Narita until he decided on his point of view.

Astaghfirullah, what I think. –in Narita.

“I I I I yes, sorry.” Answer's short.

Finally Narita continued pedaling his bike and left the car first.

Cycling for 20 minutes finally now Narita has arrived at pavilliun 101. He immediately entered his room and immediately performed his worship.

After worship, Narita looked for a moment at the clock in his hand.

It's not time for Karen to eat, I'd better have lunch first deh—batin Narita.

Then Narita exited the room and headed for the kitchen at pavilion 101. He started cooking the food that was already available in the refrigerator. He deliberately cooks for several portions because as an Indonesian who has a high tolerance, then he may not be able to eat alone while others are not eating, he would definitely offer people to eat. While westerners when offered, it is not really a stale base but there must be food.

Although the atmosphere of the pavilion was relatively quiet, Narita ended up eating alone at a special dining table in pavilliun 101.

After eating, he went back into the room and broke down his body that felt tired from doing activities all day. She thought she would rest her body for a while, before changing shifts to take care of Karen again.