My PA lecturer (college supervisor)

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I finally got doused and the great sir passed after dropping me off..

I saw my watch I was late going to college, with my eyes still sleepy I was panting looking for a bag and also my book,, and,,

"well, I'm dead at 9 again" while I'm nagging

"yona" said yoga komting my class

"yoga, sir, has entered the classroom? "

"yes yon from earlier again, this is his book great sir he told me to pick up his room earlier"

"already absent/no"?

"just go in yon"

" i swear I'm not doing yoga"

"assalamualaikum "I finally ventured into the room by being forced by yoga

"sorry sir, I'm late"

"why are you late, you don't know my clock is about to finish" he said, slamming his book on the table

"other times if you are late do not be able to enter the conversation with my course "said the great sir made a class of silence

" yes sir, I'm sorry I woke up so late"

pak Agung emang has a strong principle he does not want to mix the mix between personal relationships with the relationship between lecturers and students in the classroom, that is what makes me fall in love with him.

I sat at my desk and leaned back in my chair,,

arriving my phone also rang it turned out that it was a phone call from my brother in the village, I indirectly observed my phone

"hallo yon, your father "my heart thumped when he heard that.

"why is my dad" I said who picked up the phone

"your father died yona"

suddenly rere and ani was shocked to see me directly hugging me

"why yon" they said as they wiped my tears

"a my father died" I said

"i have to go home "I say

while my steps began to limp and shunt, the voice of the great sir began to resuscitate me again

" re , ani between yona to my car" he said, ignoring the class who were watching us

I also considered it so much so that he wanted to hit me and my father , I was shocked because my father was 46 years old and when I was on semester break he was sick ,my father was sick because he fell while working in my garden and it was only a month after that that that he felt the pain,, during my semester off I sent my father to the hospital because the hospital was a little far from my village. ,,,abah is my concern to him unlike most others who call his father father father, because I from childhood call my father as abah...

"plague" I said with a doubt and I did not pay attention to the great sir who had once told me to be patient and stop questioning

"that's why I died so quickly"

" i love abah, I regretted staying in the village and chose to go back to college"

I remember the last words of my brother, even though I was the only girl I was never taught to be spoiled but I was always treated like a child..

"son of kalaw if your age is not long he told me, while in the hospital

"don't want my word, I want a photo of graduation together said I to my brother "because it was only my 2nd semester at that time

I saw my brother's tears dripping, 'cause the room was just the two of us, ', yeah,,

"there's money in the bank" and your mother doesn't know she said I don't know, she mentioned her nominal ,,

"when do you keep it "I just don't know while I'm doing so

"that's your big plan for your tuition money" he said made me sad

abah emang a person who never menggehamburin money, even know for sure what I need,,,,,, I,,,

and even more sad when you told me "kalaw abah died you came home from college he said to me, I didn't pay attention to the word - he said because I wanted him to stay by my side