Reaching Dreams

Chapter 66

Rahma kept thinking about Frans' words just before returning home from college. He couldn't even sleep until late at night.

Suddenly he remembered a gift from his secret admirer. A gift containing a music box, doll and a gray jacket bearing the words Frahma. All that Rahma left in the room occupied during her stay at Frans' house.

Rahma began to link her name and the names of her secret admirers.

"It turns out that Frahma's written word is a combination of his name and my name. After all these years, why am I sober now?"

"Why have I never suspected or tried to find out who the secret admirer has been all along? I'm so stupid, hhhhh!"

Rahma is still confused by her own feelings. Rahma considers herself unworthy of love. Therefore, he always closed his heart to any man. Traumatized by the marriage of both parents, his father left without news for a dozen years.

"I don't know how to deal with it later. If I refuse will he get drunk or vice versa. Haishhhh, I don't know!"

Tired of fighting with his own mind, Rahma fell asleep until morning. He rushed towards the bathroom because this morning there was a teaching class replacing the lecturer.

For the next month Rahma had to teach in place of lecturers who were out of town. Therefore, her schedule was very busy, lecturing and teaching.

This morning Rahma was wearing a short-sleeved batik shirt suit combined with a span skirt below the knee, her hair clamped to the bottom so as not to fly while walking. The journey from the cost of about five minutes, it is enough to make the hair tangle if walking in the wind or there are motorized vehicles passing.

Many students stood on the notice board, they whispered while looking at Rahma's appearance. They were talking about Rahma's photo with the middle-aged man.

Rahma also felt that something was strange, why did everyone look at her with a look of disdain. Curiosity prompted him to look at the notice board. How surprised he was on the notice board plastered his picture with the Lord.

Rahma immediately left the place towards the administration room, she wanted to know who had put her picture on the notice board.

"Huh? Is there a picture of you there? Awesome dong will soon be your name!" answer Mr. Haris half-literate.

"Seriously, Sir! Please come off, I'll explain everything. Please!" pinta Rahma while closing her hands in front of da*da.

"OK! Ok! Don't cry!" said Mr. Haris as he passed from before Rahma.

Rahma walked back and forth in the room. Actually this morning not many students who came to the campus, even the administrative officers were still one or two who came.

"Now! Photo kek gini aja make a scene. Though ordinary, lunch with middle-aged man. There is nothing to comment on." said Mr. Haris while handing over some photos to Rahma.

Rahma kept the photo in her bag.

"Some people don't like to see Rahma become an ashdos, sir. That's why he put this photo on the notice board. If you know who in this photo must be the same response to Mr. Haris," explained Rahma while sitting in the chair in front of the table Mr. Haris.

"If your name is tainted only because of the cake photo, I am ready to defend you. Even if it's because of that you've been decided by your boyfriend, I'm ready to marry you!" seduce the twenty-eight-year-old administrative officer.

"Ishh, what the hell is this Mr. Haris? Ngaco long said." said Rahma as he stood about to leave the room for his class.

"I'm going to class first, sir!" yelled Rahma when she was in the door goal, Haris replied just by giving her thumbs up.

"There are only those kids, knocking down the opponent in a cheesy way. If people look carefully, they will know firsthand if they are only a father and son." murmured Haris while shaking his head.