SIN (Lecturer Dear)

Chapter 31: Mr. Ribet

Karen opens her camera and replaces it with Darren's kameja. Unfortunately, the cameja was too oversized to make it look like it was wearing a negligee.

"The fashion trend for this year is oversized clothes, anyway, but it's really caught that I'm wearing a guy's cameo!" Karen stared at her body on the glass window of the room.

"From you not following the eyes of the lecture. Remember, once absent from college eyes you will immediately get a warning letter, twice absent you can call directly and three times absent you are no longer allowed in his class." Darren tried to warn Karen. Because, as long as he teaches at this campus, there have been many students who file with the lecturer.

Karen was still flipping her body in front of the mirror. His brain, which he rarely used to think of, suddenly gave him an idea. He took off the belt attached to his jeans, then switched as accessories camera so as to make the oversized look kameja impressed more casual but still feminine.

"Thank you, yeah, I'll go first. Bye ...." However, Darren suddenly pulled his hand to make him sit on the lap of the man.

"Just say thanks, right?" asked Darren with raised eyebrows.

Karen kissed her husband's right cheek quickly. "Go ahead, yeah! The new night's ending is paid off," he said with a teasing flick of an eye.

Karen then went to class and chose a seat next to Nadya.

Nadya was surprised to see Karen. "You changed kameja?" tanyakanya.

Karen spontaneously scratched her head. He was confused for the reason he was going to give his friend. Fortunately, their lecturers came at the right time so that all students seemed to be getting ready to receive their lecture points.

The lecturer who filled the course this afternoon was named Pak Budi Luhur who served as dean of the faculty of economics. The students called him Mr. Ribet because to enter the eyes of the lecture, students are required to wear a white cameja, do not appear striking, should not use sandal-type shoes and do not wear stinging perfume.

Pak Budi Luhur also earned the nickname as a killer lecturer and military commander lecturer because of his super firm attitude and never gave tolerance to his troubled students. When the eyes of the lecture are in progress, students are not allowed to look anywhere other than themselves. If a student talks when he teaches, he will be asked questions about the material being discussed. For students, taking their classes for two hours is like being in a guts test. It's scary!

As usual, before the course starts, Mr. Budi Luhur or Mr. Ribet passed the students one by one randomly so that no one could be absent.

"Aldo Alvindo Dolvihandohaldo."

"Right, Sir!"

"Selamet Sentosa."

"Right, Sir!"

"Leo Nardo Dika Pryo."

"Right, Sir!"

"Love Fitri."

"Right, Sir!

"The Rose Jasmine All Beautiful."

"Right, Sir!"

"Supriyadi Ngadimin."

The class was suddenly quiet. There were no votes from the student who had just been named.

"Supriyadi." Mr. Budi Luhur called the name back.

Still no sound. Because Supriyadi fell asleep since before Pak Budi's course began. The students did not dare to turn to the bench where Supriyadi was sitting at this time. One of the students sitting next to him tried to wake him up.

Supriyadi still did not wake up, although his friend had been whispering half screamed Supriyadi was still not awake.

"Supriii," call his friend once more. This time accompanied by rainfall that jumped from his mouth and plunged into the face of Supriyadi.

Awakened in shock, Supriyadi immediately found the classroom atmosphere so quiet. His shoulders were struggling when he saw Mr. Budi staring at him with sharp eyes like a hungry predatory animal.

"Good day, sir!" greet Supriyadi while grinning stupidly.

"Why are you sleeping on my course clock?!" ask Mr. Budi with a thunderous voice.

Instead of answering, Supriyadi even scratched his head that did not itch.

"Reply answer!" Mr. Budi kicked the table so as to make the classroom more gripping.

"Anu, sir, I'm just practicing motivational words that say success begins with dreaming. So, to dream I sleep first, sir!" answer it while grinning.

The students couldn't help but laugh. However, it did not last long when they saw the expression of Mr. Budi now like Kim Jong Un who was ready to launch his missile. The entire class that had been rowdy because of laughter, suddenly quiet like a grave.

"Then from now on you will no longer have to enter my class so that you can continue to dream!" A horror-pitched ultimatum shot out of Mr. Budi's mouth.

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Finally, students can leave the class after passing two hours gripping with Mr. Budi aka Mr. Ribet. Many of them are spilling their tatters, including Karen and her friends.

"Why Mr. The ribet that came in class, two hours felt like two months. Crazy, so I can't breathe in class" complained Nadya as she walked with her friends to the campus cafeteria.

"Yes, it is very different if Mr. Darren who is in the course, will for whatever time we feel at home. In addition to the good way of teaching, his face is also healthy eyes so do not make bete," said another friend who compared between Pak Budi and Mr. Darren.

"Halah, at least ten years more Mr. Darren will kayak Budi. Mr. Darren is strict too!" sahut Nadya's.

"Different, know! Mr. Darren still has tolerance," defended his other friend.

When her friends are busy comparing her husband with their faculty dean, Karen instead imagines the appearance of her husband ten years to come will probably be the same as the appearance of Mr. Budi, namely oily hair that is combed to the side, a thick mustache like a floor brush and a thick body and a distended stomach that became a symbol of the prosperity of the fathers.

On the other hand, Mr. Budi Luhur as dean of the faculty of economics is now holding a meeting with other economics lecturers. In the joint deliberation, several lecturers proposed Darren as Kaprodi (chair of the study program).

When Mr. Budi Luhur asked Darren's readiness, suddenly there was a noise outside the building. Because it was so noisy, Darren and the other two lecturers came out to reprimand them.

One of the students reported that there was a fight in the cafeteria. "Sir, there's an economic kid whose name is Karen fighting with a pharmaceutical kid. Now he is again in the UKS because he was beaten," said the student.

Hearing Karen's name being mentioned, Darren immediately ran towards the UKS room with a panicked expression clearly imprinted on his face. Of course he was very worried about his wife regardless of why she was fighting. He broke through the crowd of students who crowded the faculty corridor.

Arriving in front of the UKS room, Darren impatiently opened the door. However, his facial water changed instantly, when the one sitting on the UKS bed was not his wife, but a large-weight female figure.

"Sir Darren!" The students in the room were excited for a moment when the handsome lecturer met them.

"Where's karen?" asked Darren with a confused look.

"Loh, Sir. My name is Karen. You forgot, huh?" said the fat girl sitting in the UKS bed.

Darren walked backwards while massaging his temple. Apparently, the student named Karen who was involved in the fight was not his wife.