The Lecturer Jadul is my husband

CJIS 12

The atmosphere of the house felt lonely after the guests had left. Dinner that was usually warm with our jokes now felt silent.

The look on my face was still gloomy after the unpleasant incident. Bang Arka also prefers to go with the young father after dinner.I don't know what they are doing out there, I also don't dare to interfere.

Bang Ardi and mbak Aisyah also chose to leave the house because the child whined for a way to the square. While mbak Uti prefers to be busy with a row of bon figures in his ledger.

I went to the room to do a stacking job after a week and then I was absent. While looking for material via Googling, the Nurul that I missed for a moment suddenly called for hours until I forgot to do the task and finally saw at midnight where the eyes were sleepy. Otewe sleeping.

The next morning I rushed to campus until I did not have time to eat only white milk the rest of the sweet martabak last night.

"Hi Rin, the morning tumben is very" asked ridho as I walked into the library to find the task material.

Shadow yesterday he said that if I'm the girl, still make me upset until now. I choose to be quiet and avoid being close to him. Bodo is very similar in feeling.

"Rin, is the task of the Grandmother finished?" asked Fia as I sat in the reading chair.

"Udah half, last night I overslept again and still two days time" I replied indifferently

"Don't nyepelein Bu Sukma, it's five minutes late to get smelly" exclaimed Fia.

"Hopefully tomorrow is over, will you?" ask me back

"Hehe belom, again find a reference" he replied cengengesan

"That's what I'm all about, I was first" I said when I realized that Ridho approached my reading chair and Fia.

I should be cool if I heard the confession of ridho yesterday, but why I even ilfil it feels, so lazy again want to deket same Ridho. somehow my feelings were once very fans the same Ridho.

Unknowingly I did not see the person in front and as a result hit the father who again carrying his backpack also some dictates to teach.

"Sorry sir" said I'm embarrassed

"Yes, next time be careful" he said indifferently and immediately passed without turning his head.

So sombhong is too? By the way, that's kayak. Mbok yo nolek kek if anyone talks, Ra Ketang mesem. Sok selling expensive.inner me spes.

I made my way with my mouth involuntarily reaching the classroom.

Brakes

My bag fell on the table so badly.

"Lo why Rin? Early in the morning satanic market?" cibir Dani the class president who is super chatty.strangely a chatty man ngalahin guy, how the fate of his wife later? Haha.

"Diem Lo son of a bitch, choose me sixpack Lo belly fist or get out?" snapped me. Dani immediately dropped out of class.

Huh really sucks.I immediately sit while sleeping my head on the table.

"Rin, called by Rama in his room now" cried Dani from the front door of the classroom.

"Hiiih, what else is Dani? want me to break Lo's leg?" reply I'm upset

"Astaghfirullah, mbak Karin yang Sholihah, not good or by the way, really mbak Karin called Mr. Rama in his room now" said the plan of the most alim student in the class.

Auto muterin eyeballs, nih alim people but the talk is a lot of his true.with a step I go to the room of Mr. Rama aka the young father who became my husband. Husband not considered deng.

"assalamualaikum excuse me sir" said I in front of the door of his room.

"Waalaikumsalam please come in" he said from inside.

I guess he'll say I'm quiet and careless. It turns out he even followed quietly and pretentiously busy open the book that I don't know what it is. Either real or just a prank.

"Sir, I'm sorry I was called here for what?" I asked so impatiently.

He just looked at me seriously and didn't blink. So wrong behavior.

"Sir, answer me" asked me once more and then he went left-right. I take my name seriously. Natap kuntilanak.

He opened the drawer and grabbed a brown envelope and stepped closer to the sofa I was sitting on.

"I want to give this up" he said nyodorin the brown envelope in front of me.

"Work application letter?" ask me with a stupid look. Rectangular envelope cook yes job application, strange Lo Rin. My inner self.

He smiled and I froze instantly looking at his smile. Erroneous. I can't. spit it out. Shame me.

"It's money for your needs, I haven't had time to give yesterday afternoon because of the Arka bang business, sorry" he said sounding soft in my ears.

"A.ooh...I...iya no papa, but I still have money anyway, why bother sir?" ask me clumsily

"It's not a hassle but it's my duty as a husband" he replied firmly making me unable to say anything more.

"Ohh, yes I accept ... Sir" said I took the brown envelope.

"In the first count, who knows less I will add" he said

"Hehehe tebel anyway, it's certainly a lot of content, do not need to count, in about aja" said I was embarrassed plus misbehavior.

Anjai this thick envelope I have to count first? Address absent eye college Mr. Jusman, can-can SKS this contents D all.

"Oh but sure you don't want to count?" tanyanay once again.

"Yes no sir, already can be guessed what the contents are, oh yes this thick, honestly I do not dare to bring let alone to the class sir, can you just hold it first? Or I give the account number, then the father just transfer to my account" said I

"No need, I've made a personal account for you, then I bring the money later I deposit to the Bank, at first I think I want to keep it all in a new account, then I take it, but it seems you also need cash for transportation and personal needs so I bring cash" he said at length.

"O...oh..why didn't you just say that?" ask me.

"Not got your phone number" he answered honestly.

"Oh yes" said I just realized

From the beginning of meeting until marriage I am the same he never talked, just keep his mobile number. The ribet address.

"Ehm yeah, this" I told nyodorin hape to him.

"May I hold the hape?" ask her again

"Can,. How do I save my number, sir? Or do you want to write on paper?"I asked back

"Oh no need, I keep my number here" cut it quickly.

At first glance lyrics him again pressing the keys on my phone. His face is dashing, if in the bandingin with Ridho, ask him if according to my taste is only different about the appearance of doang, if Ridho is more current, if more current, if the father in front of me is more like aja fathers, suit shirts, suits, batik haduh.has been like people want a condition. It's not really my taste.

"I've saved your number, this is my number" he said my nyodorin hape.

"Sir Rama" I read his inner contact name on the phone. This is not wrong? weird or what? Instead of ordinary men prefer if his name on his wife's phone there is hubby, Abi, love, love, or what, this is even Mr Rama? I think I used to call him on campus.