SIN (Lecturer Dear)

Chapters. 26: So Assistant Lecturer?

"I took a shower!" Karen stood up again.

"Yes, another bath is not papa, right?"

Darren holds Karen in his arms to bring her in for a soak together in a warm bath. Karen could only be speechless and motionless as the man had slowly removed his bra hook.

Darren who was sitting behind Karen, started massaging her female back gently. Karen was still unmoved feeling the sweep after the sweep of Darren's palm on every inch of her skin. Even though they had become husband and wife, he still felt this was a shame. Fortunately, his position was on the man's back. Otherwise, Darren would have seen his face flushed red.

After bathing together, the couple sat on the edge of the bed while helping each other dry their hair with a small towel. Darren used the small towel to pull Karen's face towards him. Their faces were close together and only five inches apart. Darren smiled faintly, then began to tilt his head with his eyes closed gently. Unfortunately, when her lips almost landed on Karen's lips, the woman sneezed right in front of her.

"Hassyiyiimmmmm ...."

The romantic atmosphere that had been awakened to collapse instantly due to Karen sneezing constantly.

"I think you're cold." Darren rushed to get a blanket to wrap Karen's body wrapped in a small towel.

"Sorry very much." Karen had to repeatedly cover her mouth with both hands.

"Yes, I'm quick to wear clothes so I don't catch a cold. I'll make some warm tea first, yeah." Darren then exited the room towards their kitchen.

Five minutes later he came back with a cup of tea that showed a puff of steam condensing on it.

Karen who looked shivering, took her husband's tea and sipped it slowly.

"So you go to sleep immediately, let your body fit and do not get the flu." The man nodded with worry.

"Karen raised her gaze, looking at Darren with a sigh. "Aren't you papa?"

Darren's eyebrows seemed to be connected, but a second later he immediately understood his wife's intentions. "Just relax, I'm not the kind of guy who can't make it. No need to be forced, we are husband and wife. Whenever I can."

Darren leads Karen to lie down and covers her. Karen feels happy to get an understanding partner even though she actually regrets not being able to have sex with her husband tonight. Moreover, she saw the protective gloves Otong aka contraceptives that her husband had prepared on the nightstand. The sign her husband really craved for her tonight.

The rotation of time is so fast, making the sun began to appear in the sky. Like some people who are busy preparing for their activities, so are couples of different ages, different traits and different compositions of this brain. Karen and Darren are having breakfast together. It seemed that Karen's body had returned refreshed after resting for a full eight hours.

"Ren, make me your assistant, dong! Let's get close together on campus. So, no need to hide if you want to meet or chat," persuaded Karen while rolling eyes repeatedly quickly.

"Huh? So you're a lecturer's assistant? The requirement to be a lecturer assistant is an average GPA of at least 3.00 continue to be diligent, diligently collecting assignments, and public speaking must also be good. You collect the task just use SKS aka Kebut Sistem Overnight, ngarep be assistant lecturer," Darren cetus clearly.

"Well, how do you insist on me. Must be 'cause I didn't get rations last night, huh?" Karen brought up the lovemaking plan last night.

"Who's loud, what I'm talking about is fact, right? If you really want to be an assistant lecturer, yes .. you change dong."

"Turned into pink rangers, is that it?" reply Karen while raising her upper lip.

"Changed into an avid student, not slow to come, not repeat courses and achieve a high GPA of your business results are not the result of begging. If you can really do it, I'll be my assistant" said Darren, who immediately got ready for campus.

"Huuu .. say aja ogah! Wear tough conditions again!"

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On campus, an upper-semester student half-baked aka half-girl and half-male walked slowly towards the lecturer's room. The other students called it Sari. His real name is Sarifuddin and in his pronunciation if using okkots¹ will turn into Saripudding.

Sari or Udin then headed for Darren's desk. It just so happened that the man was sitting while checking on the student's assignment.

"August, Sir. Sorry distracting. If you have free time, please correct my thesis," Pinta Sari with a soft voice as hair that has been smoothed.

Sari handed the flash containing her script file in a flirtatious style, namely the chest of the implant that was pushed forward and the buttocks bent backwards like a duck.

Darren began to examine the results of his student tutoring research. Suspecting the authenticity of the work, he inserted the soft file into an application plagiarism checker. Within a few seconds, the app detects how much the thesis takes in a complete person's writing with its original source.

Darren took a deep breath and placed the thesis file on the table.

"You're a plagiarist, aren't you? You just re-examine the existing research and slightly polish it in some parts! You know, no, the similarity of writing or a thesis work is only tolerated with a maximum limit of 25%. If you think the name is good, you annex the work of people, let alone not include the source!" attack the windy Darren. Yes, he really emphasized his students so as not to cheat when composing the thesis. Such as plagiarism or using thesis manufacturing services.

"C. .a ...." Sari can't dwell on even dismissing Darren's accusations.

"How many times have you warned me! How to appreciate the work of others by not plagiarizing it!" This time Darren raised his voice intonation.

"Don't be fierce, sir! Sari's heart is not installed anti-scratch so easily destroyed and fragile," said Sari who immediately sobbed.

Darren can only stumble. He was shocked and did not expect his firm attitude to make the student cry. As soon as the student left, Marsha, whose desk was facing Darren, let out a small laugh.

"Crazy, a lecturer killer, yes, now!"

Darren leaned his back on the chair while sighing. "Am I being too hard, huh?"

"Eitherway! I think it's still reasonable. But I'm curious, how are you doing with Karen. Could it be anything, couldn't it?" tangent Marsha.

Darren then looked around the voice while clearing his throat, giving Marsha a code so as not to offend her personal problems.

Understanding if Darren was still hiding his marital status, Marsha then said, "Sorry .. sorry I'm lost!"

Marsha then came out to prepare to fill the course. When passing through the field, there were many fifth-semester students who teased him.

"Mom, do you want to be paddled, don't you?" the students who are hanging out.

"Mom, have a couple to date, don't you? If you don't have one, choose one of us. All of us here are still GOOGLE, Single People. Eeaaaaa," chirped them with a roar.

Marsha certainly does not pay attention to the celedukan students fireflies type (lectures-nangkring, lectures-nangkring). He kept walking with a straight forward view.

One of the firefly students seemed to be chatting with a guy who had just arrived. "Woy, Ril, there's Karen! You still want to get him, right?"

It turned out that the one who had just come was Feril, the guy who had been rejected by Karen. "Still! As long as the betting prize is still in effect the cave will continue to chase him!"

Marsha who accidentally heard the chat of the fifth semester students, then turned to make sure Karen they mean. From a distance not far away, he could see Darren's wife was walking while chatting with her friends.

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footnote 🦶

Okkots¹: According to the Indonesian Big Dictionary (KBBI). Okkots can mean adding, subtracting or changing consonants at the end of a word. The most commonly encountered form of okkots in everyday life is Okkots “N” & “NG”. So, the word ending letter “N” bissa becomes “NG” and vice versa, the word ending letter “NG” becomes ending “N”.

These okkots often occur in the Bugis tribe, in Makassar, gays. The history is because in the Bugis language Makassar do not know the suffix - N so they if they like added so -NG. Who are the Makassarese? I must understand, right.