The Lecturer Jadul is my husband
CJIS 13
"Well, I've met a handsome teacher all over the campus" makeup friend Miftah sat next to me.
"Pa'an anyway" I reply shyly
"Cieeeeeee..... The abis are called Mr. Rama" the god of Santi who sits beside Miftah.
"You guys anyway" I shyly sat down near them.
"What are you saying, Mr. handsome lecturer?" ask Dani
"Have I not been in for a week? My job in the eyes of the lecture I have not collected, and I get a yellow card, I only give you one time twenty-four hours to finish" said I have a reason to lie.
"Astaghfirullah mbak Karin has not been able to fulfill his duties, sir Rama?" ask Abdul the student in class
"Grandfather, will you help Abdul?" I asked a glance at the man who always dressed simple and perfunctory, pesantren alumni children although simple but his brain super duper uenceer like flour dough if you want to make peyek.
"Can, if the guy mbak Karin sincerely I help" he replied make me glare
"Eh dodol, which guy do you mean? I don't have a real single guy" I said
"Not the other day I saw the same hand in Ridho, you guys are dating right?" askalanya.
"Yes Rin, I'm the same Santi also see how you guys walk to the Lesehan stall in front of the campus while holding a gini kayak" said Miftah exemplifying by holding Santi's hand.
"Dueh, I'm not dating Ridho yes, we are a team often training together, does not mean I'm dating Ridho anjai" said I
"Then anyway? But the look in your eyes is different Lo Rin?" santi Sahut
"he',em" added Dani confirmed Santi's speech
",Yes it's his business, I don't have any taste, wong is just a temenan" I argue
"Be careful Lo Rin, if Ridho really likes Lo how?" sahut miftah
"Are you guys in my business? besides he wants to like cake not to cake to me, bodo very me, pity my husband at home" opps wrong talk again, even my sneaking. Aing how is aing.
",Husband?" ask the four of them to look at me with glaring eyes.
"Hehehe, the Angora cat in my house means hehehe, anyways why do you guys to my business" I said with a clumsy smile and hair-smoking
"Patut in suspect, mbak Karin my brother works in the office of KUA loh, later I ask for a marriage notebook there, if until it is true there is a name mbak Karin listed there be careful, yes, we attack his house, my friends" said Abdul to bedwetting other friends.
It's a pious man but a rada too. Overall I. why also keceplosan talking.
"Every commander, we bring a lot of souvenirs, pans, knives, chainsaws, washing machines, if necessary fill our kitchen cabinets to bring there" said Dani.
"Gue is ready to bring all the contents of my refrigerator to Karin's house" said Santi
"Gue is ready to bring sound at my brother's house with his singer, I want to make a solo concert at Lo's house" added Miftah
"Whatever, what matters is that I'm single, okay?!" I said then stand up
"Eits where are you going? You have not given an explanation, about the husband, I'm sure there's something you hide" said Santi nahan my hand.
Auto twirling eyeballs puffed, "Should I just boongan earlier let you guys not mojokin I Mulu same Ridho, ngerti?" I say with emphasis.
"Really Lo?" ask Miftah
"Yes anjaaai, why the hell I boong, I'm an acute singles from orok, understand? Where is there a guy who wants to be the same girl with my dirty looks?" answer me firmly.
"Lo..." he paused "It turns out Lo is honest, okay I believe, but not with a circular gold ring on your ring finger dear" whispered Dani in front of my face.
"Anjir Lo abis eating jengkol?" I said I close my nose and point his face away from me.
"Emang yes," replied Dani innocently.
"Bodo very much do you believe what is not, this ring from my mother, the relic of the deceased papi, good right?" I said I put a ring in front of them.
"OK we believe" said Abdul stopped our chat because Jusman sir entered the class.
The class session for an hour over 40 minutes turned out to be tiring, fortunately only last night I still had time to read the material so it was not too dizzy for the presentation.
The sound of the mosque from the direction of campus mosque sign has entered the prayer time. I immediately returned to the mosque first new to the bantuin market mbak Uti.
"Assalamualaikum mbak Kinara" said I to papasan with senior. The light blue veiled woman with the face of ayu and there was a carving to _bule_an was smiling and returning my greetings.
He's one of the most disinclined seniors on campus despite only varying by one level. The son of a famous conglomerate, married at a young age with an age commensurate with her husband. A youngest female entrepreneur, and amazingly she is a regular donor at this campus. Kinara Saraswati Wibowo is not only beautiful name, her face and behavior are also graceful.
I nerusin steps into the mushola after a short conversation. turns out the person is friendly and fun at chatting.
Finish my prayer directly to the bantuin market mbak Uti. Just start the engine, hape I sound.
"Sir Rama?" my inner.
"assalamualaikum sir why?" ask me
"Waalaikumsalam you want to go home?"ask her.
"Yes going to the bantuin market mbak Uti sales, why? Wanna come?"I deliberately nawarin so kind of familiar
"Oh no, have you had lunch?"he's eating what hasn't, like my inner mode
"Still full for eating cimol, why is it sir?" I said I was lying, really hungry.
"I want to take you to lunch, tonight I have to go home to my Aunt because my niece is sick and her mother has to be on the phone" he said
"I'm sorry sir, later if there was a chance I look" said I'm friendly. The origin of ogah.
"I'll pick you up if you want to see my nephew at home, all I know my aunt" he said.
"if now I'm sorry sir, I can't, it's a duty from my father I haven't worked yet" I refused.
"Oh yes, yes, if so I close, be careful on the road" he said
"Yes thank you sir, good afternoon assalamualaikum"
"Girishal"
The phone connection is dead, but why am I not upset with the father? though yesterday-yesterday I sprained for mercy, until the duo Ar hit the spray continues. It's strange. But yes it is.
Cusss to nyari market ketoprak, I am Javanese born in Jakarta but ketoprak food my paporit after gudeg, krecek, sambel terasi ala mami.
The hot sun does not make me tired, somehow today I feel like I can not pronounce with words.
life feels plong, my feelings suddenly plong aja so, I feel strange, Lo strange not Readers??"
