MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G

MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G 43

Last day in Italy. Gilang and James take a trip to the Island of Capri. A very beautiful remote island—pun the air is still very clean and cool. James helped Gilang get on the boat by holding his hand firmly so as not to fall. Only then was it James' turn to get on the boat. A guide takes the two to the Blue Grotto. According to information, the Blue Grotto is a 50-meter-long cave, which used to be the private pool of the Roman Emperors.

Luckily the current state itself is quite low and calm. So Gilang and James can enter the cave without a hitch. Gilang. He was unceasingly amazed to see the sea water in this cave shining brightly with a bluish light. “Jim Jim,“ exclaims Gilang while patting James' thigh slowly. “Try to see. So clear! That brightly glowing cake. Seriously, I just saw for the first time there is luminous sea water in the cave kek gini,“ said Gilang enthusiastically while putting his hand on James' thigh.

James was also happy to see Gilang happy. James put his hand in the water. And it's really glowing. God's creation is amazingly beautiful. After visiting the Island of Capri. Gilang and James will return to Indonesia today. Both are currently on board the plane. Missing too tired. Until he fell asleep in James' warm embrace.

After air travel for approximately 17 hours and 30 minutes from Italy to Indonesia, Gilang and James finally arrived at Soekarno-Hatta Airport. Uh, so tired, inward Gilang. Glazed put on sunglasses. All eyes were on the figure of Gilang and James who somehow both look very handsome and authoritative to cause admiration for everyone.

“Salat used to Gilang, we go to mushola airport aja, there tuh,“ said James reminded Gilang to pray. Gilang and James also prayed at dawn together there, even though it was quite late, but it was okay than not done at all. Only then did the two of them look for a good place to eat in the capital. Bandar Djakarta is James' preferred restaurant to fill the stomach in this morning. “You pesen what dear?“ ask James. “Tomorrow Jim,“ says Gilang while checking hp.

“Mba,“ Excite James. A waiter approached. “I want shrimp galah jumbo sauce singapore 1, roasted chicken honey sauce 1, red snapper truss sauce thailand 1. What do you want to drink?“ james asked at once. “Same on you Jim,“ says Gilang. “Drinking tea bottle sosro aja deh mba 2 the same mineral water 1,“ said James made clay order.

While waiting for James' order while looking at the official private instagram. James also looked at the contents of Gilang's instagram account feed. Why is there only a photo of the scenery and Gilang alone? Why don't you try the two photos?, inner James stole a look at Gilang. “Mistake,“ Excite James. “Hm?“ suhut Gilang while drinking mineral water. “Try dong upload photos of the two of us in your ig. Time in my ig doang anyway?“ said James. Gilang also mendelik. “Ngak want,“ sahut Gilang short and solid. Hah, James also sighed. James moved his legs up and down at Gilang's feet down there. Say goodbye. Can James do that frontal in public?, Gilang mind. “His feet Jim,“ reprimands Gilang with eyes half glared.

“No, upload first photos of the two of us, then I stop usilin you,“ said James kekeh. The old man, the inner Gilang put James on. Gilang also opened a photo gallery on hp. He also talked to James. Approximately which photos are suitable and good to upload on instagram later. “This is good nih Gilang, this is just this,“ exclaimed James excited. “Pick!“ james was impatient again. “Sabar napa, Jim~“ protest Crossed. A photograph of Gilang and James sitting together in a gazebo on the edge of Ischia Island, Italy. In the photo Gilang and James look at the beautiful island with one hand resting on the sisian gazebo.

The photo was successfully uploaded. “Satisfied?“ exclaim Gilang sebal. James smiled with satisfaction, because finally there was one photo together on Gilang's instagram. “Excuse me,“ exclaims a waiters. Gilang and James' orders arrived. The waiters arranged the dishes neatly on the table. “Please enjoy,“ said the waiters, then leave the Gilang and James table. Gilang looked at the jumbo pole shrimp with sparkling eyes. After James, Gilang was a shrimp maniac. Do not be surprised if Gilang will be as enthusiastic when dealing with the name of shrimp. Unlike James who is allergic to seafood.

The filming of the movie has ended. However, that does not mean Daru can just glare. Daru also had to stay in college as usual. Daru does not like to wear a private vehicle. So he also prefers just grab to deliver himself to campus. Shortly after he got out of the car. Almost every girl on campus yelled at him. Especially the style of Daru dress, which they say is similar to the Korean oppa-oppa.

Of course because according to Daru appearance is number one. To campus alone he wore a grey outfit t-shirt wrapped in a knee-length cream coat, black jeans— as well as pantofel shoes. Daru also wears clubmaster-type dark lens glasses. Uh, Daru looks really handsome. “Dari! Daru! Photo together! Daru! Pliisss!“ that's how the girls on this campus yelled asking for a photo together or just signing autographs.

Daru also fulfilled their request for the photos together accompanied by a thin smile. “Sorry friends all. I have to go to class first. Again sorry, yes?“ daru clasped his hands together apologizing. Honestly, Daru doesn't like being mobbed like this. But, on the other hand Daru also did not want to be considered arrogant by others. Daru also wants to live ordinary life like ordinary students in general. Daru also wanted a little calmness.

“What you are!“ yuyun exclaimed hitting Daru's shoulder hard with his own bag. Daru grunting. Daru came directly hit like this. What kind of child do you want?, Daru's mind is upset. “Gue new dateng son of a bitch,“ sahut Daru ketus. He sat in the front seat in the second row. “Mana?“ yuyun said as one hand looked up to Daru asking for something. “Paan si ah not clear you,“ said Daru sarcasm. “Signature,“ says Yuyun. “What signature? My signature?“ sahut Daru while taking out the books from inside the bag.

This time it was Yuyun's turn that was upset by Daru. “Gue from yesterday asked for Daffin's signature, right? Whereabouts? Here!“ said Yuyun. Daru rolled a lazy eyeball. Daru thumped his irritated lips while shaking his head. He took the notebook from the bag and gave it to Yuyun. A moment later Yuyun smiled with satisfaction after getting many of Daru's signatures on the notebook. “Thanks love kuuuuuuu dear kuuuuuu,“ said Yuyun poked Daru's chin, then walked out of class just like that. Because Daru and Yuyun are in different majors.

“Daru~ Defense of your value, ya~“ reprimand Mom Lecturer when you want to get out of class. The Lecturer's mother was a little amazed at Daru who was able to maintain his college grades well, although Daru himself was busy filming, and often permitted college leave. “Haha yes ma'am, thanks,“ said Daru smiling. “Yoo brooo,“ exciting Daru bertos ria with some male friends on campus. “Who is an artist, lu. Treaty approx lah.“ exclaimed Ambassador. “Please deal soan mah. Tar I takain you on in gc if I'm not busy anymore,“ said Daru.

“Lu check our chattan we in gc no, Da?“ exclaim Eri. Daru shook his head. “Why?“ tanya Daru didn't know anything. “Next week reunion he said, try you check dah,“ said Eri. “Gue males open WA. That's why my notifications are matiin, noisy know?“ said Daru. “Elu mah that. If noisy stay uninstall anyhow, ribet very idup lu,“ said Eri sarcasm. “Kek you don't know Er, dese was already an artist~“ timpal Duta. “Something has nothing to do with ngab,“ Daru said while scrolling chattan on whatsapp app. Sure enough, Daru's friends at High School are planning a grand reunion next week at Lemo Hotel Serpong.

“Where? You follow me?“ ask Ambassador. “Gue see the schedule next week first anyway. But, if there is also a work schedule, if it can still be postponed, I must come,“ said Daru. Here and there Daru also likes the scope of friendship, especially this is a grand reunion, and because of the busyness of each, whether Daru or the others rarely get together. And reunion becomes one way to let go of longing with old friends.

“Cep, please empty my schedule next week, because I'm mo to the reunion event at Lemo Hotel Serpong next week,“ Daru said on the phone. “Sip,“ says Cecep, the assistant from across there. “Daru!“ jdaka in front of the campus gate. Daru was surprised until he coughed when he saw the figure of Djaka standing in front there. “Lu why here? Very little work,“ said Daru ketus while fixing the backpack.

“You pick you up, Da,“ Djaka said. Daru let out a heavy breath. “Gue pesen grab. Mending you go home. I don't want to ride a motorcycle! Damaged my hair!“ said Daru sarcasm. Daru this if the talk is quite piercing as well, huh?, inner Djaka. When Daru wanted to approach the car grab he had ordered, Djaka also grabbed Daru's wrist. “Fine, Da,“ exclamation Djaka. “Please!“ daru said. Djaka further strengthened his grip. “Good first, I just released,“ said Djaka.

When Daru wants to get angry and cursing, Djaka also voiced, “You are a famous celebrity, Daru. Do not make your career in vain with you maki-maki om here.“ said Djaka seriously and looked at Daru a little sharper. Hah, Daru also sighed. Want to not want him to ride on a Djaka motorcycle. “Pake the helmet,“ said Djaka gave one helmet to Daru.

Hardinata blushed her lips. Seriously when I have to do this anyway?, inner Hardinata. He got out of the car with food and drinks in his left and right hands. Hardinata wore a mediocre outfit, a black T-shirt and a waist-black jacket, as well as old grey cloth pants and white sneakers— as well as masks and sunglasses.

Tring tring tring. Hardinata rang the bell carefully. That door is open too. And the man who opened the door until he took a few steps back was shocked. “Stalker?“ tristan exclaimed in surprise while winking a few times. Hardinata twists lazy eyeball. He also took off the glasses he was wearing. “This is me,“ said Hardinata ketus. Tristan looked suspiciously for a moment. Wait a minute, what did Hardinata come here for?, Tristan's mind raised his eyebrows.

Hardinata just broke inside. He was worried that someone else was secretly snapping at him. Uh, it's hard to be famous in the entertainment world, Inner Hardinata. Tristan grunting. He really did not get out of thought with the attitude of the CEO who was impressed as good as udelnya. Hardinata is not at all welcome to sit down. But he just sat on the sofa.

“Sorry, can you be more arrogant than this, Mr CEO?“ exclaimed Tristan standing with a waistline. “Sorry, but I just want to return the favor, because you already nolongin me at that time, sister—what's your name?“ hardinata asked at once. “Find out yourself,“ said Tristan was upset, then sat on the sofa with Hardinata. Tristan looked at the plastic package carried by the arrogant Hardinata earlier. “CFCs? The sushi? Rice Burned Empal Geprek? Duck Bengil?“ inner Tristan.

“Create me anyway? Mr CEO?“ exclaim Tristan make sure. Coincidentally Tristan stomach has been protesting to be filled since earlier. “Then I said what? I want to return the favor, right? Yes, that means it's all for you. Ate. Abyssin. Don't ampe any leftover.“ said Hardinata reigned. “Temenin eat it, Mr CEO~ where can I spend all this? Can be bloated later,“ said Tristan. Hmh! Hardinata grumbled. He accompanied Tristan to eat together accompanied by several cups of coffee from the starbox.

Tristan picked up a bottle of cold water in the refrigerator and two glasses of glass. Then he sat back on the sofa. “Do not drink coffee doang, Mr. CEO~ Water is drunk also~“ said Tristan. Somehow the story goes Tristan's eyes suddenly slid in that direction, into Hardinata's sensitive area. “Ehem,“ Tristan pounding. “Sorry, before, Mr. CEO. If I could tell what size you are, huh? I saw the cake really big hehe,“ said Tristan. Hardinata immediately spouted the contents of the food in his mouth until it coughed. Damn it, people! Can he have such a kekanya to me?, inner Hardinata delicates sharply to Tristan.

“Be careful Mr. CEO~“ scolds Tristan while chewing Duck Bengil. Hardinata. I want him to leave this pervert's apartment. In fact, Hardinata still does not know the name of the jerk in front of him now. “Whose name are you, huh?“ hardinata asked as she rubbed her lips with a tissue. Tristan drew his face closer and said, “I told you, right? Mr CEO? Find out for yourself,“ said Tristan, then pull his face back. Heh, Hardinata grunts. While Tristan looks unconcerned and even fun to enjoy the coffee given Hardinata.

Chris and Daffin met a special designer men's suits after previously meeting the wedding organizer to choose which wedding is the right fit and suitable for their second wedding later. Chris and Daffin also agreed to hold a wedding at the Grand Ballroom, Hotel Indonesia Kempinski, Jakarta. With an area of 2700 square meters is able to accommodate at least 3000 invited guests. It will be a big and lively wedding reception. Uh, to be honest, Daffin was very nervous. Daffin was only 18 years old and he had also just entered his second semester on campus. But, soon he will marry his own lecturer.

“We have some recommendations for the most types of suits and are often booked at weddings. Well, here there are several types such as, Double Breasted, American Style, and Italian Style.“, said the Mba WO explained. “How do you want to type a cake, Daff?“ ask Chris. Daffin sighed while thinking. “Uhm.. Gini mas, I think I'm the type that makes our bodies fit better. So, the effect is not that sedodorant,“ said Daffin.

“Well, it happens that Italian Style is her body fit. So, make the body that makes the curve and the shoulders also look more firm. This type of trus there are two pockets on the bottom of the same left at the top.“ Mba WO explained. After discussing for about an hour, Chris and Daffin finally chose a suit with the type of Italian Style, which is where there are 8 buttons with 18 karat— gold and wool material that is very rare, vicuna and Qiviuk. And Chris also had to pay at least 2.8 billion for two suit stels. For Chris, money doesn't matter. It's for a once-in-a-lifetime wedding.

“Maen one movie only I am not ampe 1 billion loh mas,“ exclaimed Daffin in the car. “Well, that you know? Same wedding mas later mas love pocket money 1 billion every month loh Daff hahahaha,“ said Chris joking. Then he started driving his car to the apartment. Today was quite exhausting. Chris and Daffin choose to rest in the apartment and cook themselves a meal for dinner later. “Basic puffiness very,“ said Daffin chuckled amusedly.

“Mas mas ntar let me just cook,“ said Daffin while removing the seatbelt. “Can you cook, Daff?“ said Chris. He and Daffin got out of the car. “Can lah~ Should be able to dong mas~“ said Daffin. While stepping foot into the apartment, Chris also wrapped his hands around Daffin's hip. “Oh~ So, do you know what it is? Tips to be a good wife and right?“ chris said with a smile. “Ih~ Paan si ah not clear. Why am I fucked up,“ said Daffin pinching Chris' hip slightly. Daffin was embarrassed.

“Duh, Daff, mas want to take a shower first, huh? You want to cook, cook. So, mas selese shower can directly eat deh hehe,“ said Chris when entering the apartment. “Hm,“ sahut Daffin with deheman only while removing shoes and socks. Then, he also felt special sandals for inside the apartment. Before starting to cook, Daffin also drink for a while, to relieve thirst in the throat. “Segeeerrr,“ murmur Daffin.

Daffin opened the refrigerator. Then, take two fish. Guess what Daffin's gonna do? Right! Daffin wants to make Bandeng Presto. First of all Daffin cleans his milkfish first. Then, rinse it with salt and lime, and let stand for 10 minutes. While waiting, Daffin while making fine spices ranging from garlic, shallots, candlenut, coriander, turmeric, ginger, and salt. All spices are kneaded until smooth.

After 10 minutes have passed. The fish that was left behind was washed again. Then, smeared with a smooth spice until evenly distributed all the way into. Then let it sit for another 30 minutes. While waiting for Daffin also wanted to clean himself first. “Loh? Not cooking, Daff?“ chris exclaimed as he exited the bathroom wiping his wet hair with a towel. He saw Daffin open the wardrobe to get a towel.

Daffin closed the closet door and stood up. “So mas so. Again wait for the fish to be diemin first 30 minutes. So, while waiting I want to take a shower first daftar,“ said Daffin. “30 minutes? What makes it anyway?“ chris asked curiously while spraying the bodymist on his neck and armpits. “Bikin bandeng presto. That let the spice sink in.“ said Daffin, then go into the bathroom.

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