MY LOVER'S STUDENT

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"Do you mind this kind of dating style?"

My eyes are rounded. I wanted to laugh for a moment, but I was holding back because my stomach was hungry just now. Half ran up to his car in front of the shophouse making the energy drained. While the cafe waiter has not come to serve drinks.

I was silent for a moment. Wonderful to hear Mr. Alfin's question suddenly talking about our relationship. Though every talk about love, he always diverts the conversation with a learning order. And I was quite surprised and enthusiastic about this kind of question.

"Not at all. Instead, you can all study here" I replied excitedly.

"Learn what?"

"Learn to be a good wife-to-be" I replied confidently.

The man before his eyes seemed to take a deep breath. Perhaps it is not surprising with my new habits that always want to tease him at all times.

"You why lately every talk what, suddenly ask to be proposed, ask to be seriously, turn to be asked readiness so the wife just smile smile is not clear." He commented with a sneering tone.

My laughter finally broke for a moment. The man known as a charismatic teacher but stingy talk suddenly revealed such grievances. I'm honestly embarrassed, but I pretend to be ordinary. I ended the laughter after another visitor turned his head in wonder towards our table.

"I don't know either, sir, if you look at your face it feels like it wants to go on gombalin."

I tried to hold back the laughter because the cafe situation was now in a state of silence. I don't know why the employees don't play music as usual. It makes me feel sad when it sounds noisy.

"Wow, this messed up virus" he said, shaking his head.

"Not a virus fucked up. The love virus's name," I said again withholding laughter.

"You want a love virus or whatever don't mess with your mathematical values" he said, arranging a sheet of questions and putting them next to a seat.

Our conversation came to a halt after two employees arrived to deliver the order. I was surprised to see some of the dishes they served on the table. As I recall, I only ordered meat steak and lemon tea. While on the table, also served black pepper chicken, nuggets and fried sausages, crispy shrimp and fruit salad. All's likes.

"Sir Alfin seriously wants to make me fat?" many wonder.

He responded by chuckling to himself. He laughed more often when he was with me. Then back must keep the image when acting as a teacher.

Yes Forgive! Mr. Alfin, the answer is no so sweet so sweet, I murmured in my heart. Not wanting to say much, I immediately ate a super soft and juicy restaurant-style meat steak. While he focused on enjoying black pepper chicken that is no less tempting.

During our meal, she looked so solemn with the food on her plate. I didn't dare to talk, afraid to make him choke as he already did. I have to be good at carrying myself.

"Oh yes, Mr. Alfin, thank you very much for eating several times for free here," I said after we finished eating the main menu.

"Dihabisin used to say thank you," he replied while eating crispy shrimp.

"If I get fat one day, you're still in love, right?" I just want to talk.

Mr. Alfin immediately choked, then coughed for a moment. I don't know what he was thinking when I deliberately asked him that far.

"Do not talk about love. Continue correcting yes," he ordered. I'm nodding.

Mr. Alfin called one of the employees who cleaned the next table. Then ask him to take a dirty plate, while a snack in the form of fried food is deliberately left on the table. I ate yogurt salad as a dessert. A variety of fresh fruits mixed with slices of cheese and chocolate. Friendly prices make this cafe is always crowded at young people who want to relax in the afternoon.

Dozens of question sheets that I have to correct consist of three classes. Answer key along with stationery is available on the table. Mr. Alfin turned on the laptop screen, then rearranged the matter so as not to mix with other classes.

"Now, it's rapping with ARD, a digital rap app. No longer manually as before. So the rap book can now be accessed online. Part of it was about me correcting last night. There is still a lot of uncorrected. Double choice first. About essay later I explain again," he said at length.

"If I enter the corrected value last night and then process the data to get the final value" he continued.

I nodded in understanding. Then began to correct the question of the multiple choice of the tenth class which amounted to thirty-five questions. I can't imagine my fate when I have to correct this much. Thirty-five multiple choice questions from twenty-five disciples. That's just one class. Not to mention Mr. Alfin asked me to help correct the three classes. Not to mention the issue of essays which are certainly more complicated and confusing. Oh My God! I want to say objection is too late.

SERIATE

Thank you for reading..

This is a light story, if less greget it's a relaxed story.. Still High School pity if given a heavy problem. Uh that was already a serious problem for Fani 🤣