Not a Misfortune

Shoot Directly

"Cynta's... I just wanted to call you." Mr. Peace with a surprised face as he opened the door of his room found Cynta had stood carrying a stack of tasks in front of him.

"Yes Sir. What's up, sir? It's not like my job is done. No more corrections, right, sir?"

Cynta feels like she's done all her correction work this week. Even the value data of all students handled by the handsome single lecturer Cynta has entered into the data base of the Peace pack. So it should be that the lecturer who is also his guidance lecturer does not need to look for him for now.

"Oh no. I'm looking for you not to talk about work." said Mr. Peace later.

"What problem does it matter, sir?"

"Just go ahead." Mr. Peace again opened the door of his room and marginalized his body to give Cynta a way.

"What do you bring?" ask Mr. Peace by looking at the pile of paper that Cynta brought in front of the chest.

"Oh.. This has Mr. Hanan sir."

"Hanan's Man?! Why ask you to bring it. You're not his assistant." There was a resentful tone to the tone of the single lecturer's speech. His two hands without asking for approval instantly took over the stack of papers from Cynta's hands.

"Well, sir, not papa." Cynta seemed surprised by the impromptu action carried out by the lecturer. Then immediately followed the Peace sir who had walked a few steps in front of him.

Brucks.

"Ngapain you tell Cynta to carry heavy heavy cake gini, you'll have hands." Mr. Peace placed the pile of paper he took from Cynta's hand quite roughly on Mr. Hanan's table.

Mr. Hanan who was looking down, took something under the table immediately straightened his body.

"It's so bad Dam." Mr. Hanan was annoyed at the sound his colleague made when he placed a pile of paper on his desk.

"Don't ever tell Cynta to bring Han's heavy goods. Kasian she knows." Mr. Peace looks upset.

"Ck.. has not yet become possessive how later if it really so..." Mr. Hanan chuckled.

"Han. There's Cynta." Mr. Peace tightened his teeth because he did not want Cynta to hear their conversation.

"No papa he's also horrified. Isn't it Ta?" Instead of stopping, Hanan even more seductive single lecturer who was giving a fierce view to him.

"Eh. Yes sir, I'm not horrified." Cynta scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. Cynta did not care about the conversation of the two lecturers. Because he thinks stealing the talk of his two lecturers is not a good thing.

"Later if Peace shoots you, don't want to ya." Mr. Hanan more tempting Mr. Peace.

"Dam!" Mr. Peace with glares getting irritated.

"Cynta here, let's just talk at my desk. Long time here can cause stress." Mr. Peace invites Cynta away from the work desk of Mr. Hanan by pulling one of Cynta's hands so that the gadia does not get the concoction of the mouth of Hanan bucket.

If only Peace knew Hanan's mouth would be pouting, surely he would not share the story with a man who is also single like himself.

Cynta followed the steps of the Peace pack by showing a puzzled look on her face. Cynta really did not hear the debate what the two of them were saying because they did it in half a whisper.

Always the two lecturers were clashing their mouths if they met. Without Cynta knowing if he was the cause of the two lecturers to clash their mouths, not hesitating to throw taunts at each other.

"Cynta, ati ati. Don't eat if you're given the same treat Peace will be put on the pellet." Hanan's sweat by exclaiming, of course, was called with a plunge.

"Mr Hanan can do it." Cynta with a clumsy smile. "There may be a Mr. Peace doing it just as I do." continued Cynta with a deep.

"Sit Ta." Mr. Peace's orders were immediately taken by Cynta. Then immediately landed his body weight on the sofa where Mr. Peace received his guest.

"No sir, no need." reject Cynta smooth.

"Related?"

Cynta nodded for sure.

"Ta really should be that cake. Don't give Peace a chance to put a pellet on you." Sir Hanan was standing near Cynta and Mr. Peace was sitting.

"Apaan the hell Han, go there. time elo ngajar." drive sir peace fiercely.

"Okay, you don't want to be disturbed by Dam."

"Udah there go. Huss.." once again pak Damai drove his fellow farmers to expel the chickens that disturbed him. It made Cynta smile funny.

"Cynta remembers my pesen. Don't want anything that Peace has to offer you. Don't." Don't."

"Han.. go sono." This time, Mr. Peace stood up from his seat and then pushed the buttocks of Mr. Hanan with his feet.

Making Cynta look unexpected.

"Ck... fucking lo Dam, the footprint of your shoes mbekas in my pants nih." muttered Pak Hanan by cleaning the pants of the former shoes of the Peace landed pack.

"Take it out of you."

"Yes. yeah..." Mr. Hanan also stepped his feet.

Just two steps walk.

"Cynta remember! Don't wanna..." Mr. Hanan squinted one of his eyes, only then completely out of the room after Cynta nodded her head smiling comically.

"Basar somplak lo Han." upset Peace with the look of a bent face annoyed.

"Oh yes sir... What are you talking about?" Cynta breaks the silence created after the departure of Mr. Hanan.

"Oh yeah, until I forget." Mr. Peace turned his gaze from the door then faced towards Cynta.

There was a nervousness that suddenly ambushed in Cynta's mind when she saw the single lecturer father in front of her behaving like never before.

"Em... look at it. how do you say it." muttered Mr. Peace confused.

"By the way, sir, don't be confused. Just like anyone." Cynta with a smile to reduce the unusual taste that is present.

Mr. Peace looked at Cynta for a moment, then let out a rough breath as if expelling the nervousness within him.

Makes Cynta feel more strange about the attitude of the lecturer.

The next second Mr. Peace took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. Linking his fingers over the thighs then fixedly staring at the two black beads of Cynta.

"Will you be my lover?"

Cynta's body froze with a look of disbelief at her complexion.

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