Trapped in Love Lecturer Guides
He's Dosbem Azam by name
...*******Chapter 01*********...
Braaaaac!!
The collection of maps thrown just like that on his desk is very annoying to have to meet and face Mr. Azam.
"Can the thesis work anyway? you guys keep you" said Mr. Azam again hit the map on the table with his palm
"I-iya ma-maaf sir" replied Arvi afraid to see the man look very angry in front of him
"I'm sorry to keep going but there's not much change, there's still a lot of work I'm not just you guys here" Azam said in a high tone " Well then you can come back here again in three days remember three more days at 9 am already here understand?" he continued with a fiery tone looking at his students.
Not only Arvi who is in the room dosbem in addition to being a dosbem he is also the head of Kaprodi, head of the student association.
"I didn't hear your answer?" he looked at Arvi
"Good sir" replied Arvi who was upset
"Who's your name? is it too late for your own worst work?" Azam again snapped making his guts shrivel
"Ah yes, you, and the four students who entered gave papers to my place, can not do it properly? Only the five of you who have this task must be repeated many times!" he said with anger tucked between his words.
Arvi fell silent. Azam shook his head, he gave back the paper to Arvi.
"You'll make it right again, three more days, it should be on my desk, got it?!" he said a little hard.
"Me—understand sir." said Arvi slowly.
"I didn't hear your answer, got it? !" repeated again.
"I—iya Sir, understand!" arvi shouted with a louder tone.
"Well, you can go out and don't forget three more days." Azam replied.
Arvi can't squint, of course. Especially
Azam was the head of Kaprodi who led his ministry.
Sighing with a huff, Arvi walked out from Azam's room. Three other friends, Hana, Naura and Yuni, came to greet him. Seeing Arvi's grim face, of course they know what happened to Arvi in Killer's lecturer room.
"You got nothing Arvi? You're okay, right?" tanya Hana special with her jaw-dropping accent.
Arvi shook her head, "I got angry again, this is the umpteenth time I repeat the same paper, Ish—Pak Azam tuh want what the hell, can not it give value only, but, without asking for revisions." Arvi quipped with disdain.
"Call down Arvi, you're not alone, I'm ,Naura and Yunj should revise again."
hana continued calmly. "Here you go, to the cafeteria, I'm hungry." asked Naura.
Arvi nodded, he looked left and right where his three companions stood and grabbed their hands and walked together towards the canteen.
Karvina Namira Madia, a beautiful name for a beautiful twenty-year-old girl, a 7th semester student of the Faculty of Economics, Mercu Suara University. One of the elite universities in the capital.
Arvi was lucky, although his paper had to be revised repeatedly, he had friends who fared the same. Equally revised.
"It's news about Mr. Azam, he looks handsome, but fierce! Ih, damn it we even got a Kaprodi head like that."
chirp Naura when they arrive at the cafeteria and are ordering food.
"Hush! It's not nice to talk to the guy in the back, pamali!" rebut Arvi, he sipped orange juice in front of him.
"Ngapain rich man Mr. Azam in belain, or maybe you like it the same Mr. Azam, hayo ngaku aja, or, you deliberately do not work the paper properly so that you can meet Mr. Azam often," teased Hana while nudging Arvi's arm.
All students know, Azam is still single, even though if lined with the capital's male artists, Azam's face is no less beautiful with them.
"I? Like the Azan sir? Won't do! I'd rather be single than be married to that kind of rich guy!" cetus Arvi relaxed.
But there was no rain, no sudden thunderstorms struck, leaving everyone in the cafeteria shocked.
Arvi was stunned, she looked at the faces of her friends who were also silent.
The sound of applause echoed in the famous University field of the capital, Other Students and Students stood on the edge of the field watching the basketball game between faculties.
Alif Nur Fatih, the captain of the basketball team of the Faculty of arts and literature is the man who made the students scream hysterically, almost like a man in a trance. Shouted his name with a voice that was almost choked.
Alif knows he is famous, therefore he must compete as well as possible in this match. A match that will maintain his pride as the man with the most fans at the University. Moreover, among the spectators there was
Arvi-Gadis cute hobby pink color dream.
“Alif, oper here!” shouted one of his teammates as Alif dribbled towards the ring. Alif refused to comply. He believes he can get past opponents one by one. This is a round
Alif realized, “You just disturb Rud!, you saw Arvi, the girl, she must have added ngefans same me because I managed to win the game.” cetusnya make Rudi and all colleagues who were in the room were bobbing heads. They know, Akif likes Arvi, the guy is too blatant.
“You've been in love drunk Akuf!, Arvi just never looked at you kok!, just choose another student who clearly likes you Alif!” exclaim Rudi.
“Can't, my heart has been completely captured by Arvi, I will immediately express my feelings.” he said with full confidence.
All of his comrades were no longer able to stand in the way. But when Alif just came out of the dressing room, and ran in a hurry, he accidentally hit someone in front of the door.
Rudi and the other comrades who saw the incident instantly shifted their eyes. The reason that was hit by Azam was Azam, the killer lecturer.
“Aduh, father if the road be careful dong!”
chirp Alif while standing up and fixing his clothes.
Azam corrected the location of his glasses that almost fell because his body was hit by Alif.
No pleasantries...
PLOTS UP!
“I am your mas!, which is polite if the same mas!” tukas Azam with annoyance.
Alif was still holding his head that was exhausted in the pitak by Azam. They were 8 years old, Alif 20 and Azam 28.
“Mas Azam why appeared suddenly, already rich tuyul!” upset ass.
Azan raised one hand again almost hit Alif's head, but he held it, he even stroked Alif's head violently.
“We finish our business at home, okay my little sister?” he said while grinning.
Azam rarely smiled, but once
smilingly. Terrible, the bespectacled man left after making business with his mere puppet sister. On this campus, no one dared to face each other head on
with Azam, except for Alif. Own sister.
"Zam, your age is ripe, it is enough to build a household, choose which woman you like, mamah same papah tuh sometimes embarrassed if asked friends friends already have grandchildren how much," jenna— said Azam's mother when they were having dinner together at the dinner table.
Azam who was bribing rice into his mouth quietly stopped suddenly, this was the twenty question he heard from his mother's mouth.
While Arsen—his father, just glanced
as if I heard nothing.
Jenna immediately nudged the hand of Arsen sitting next to her.
"Emm—i—iya tuh Azan right what
it says your mother, when do you want to be single?" continued.
Azam breathed out slowly. If he could choose, he would leave immediately from this place.
Alif sat next to him while holding back
laughters.
"Well, pah, you have forgotten your desire to marry mas Azan, mas Azam tuh on campus is notoriously fierce, let alone the same female student huh, serem already rich tiger!" candelessly.
Sontak Azam immediately stomped on his sister's feet hard, making Alif scream in pain.
"aaa! Mas Azam what the hell stepped on my foot!"
alif Protest.
"You're a kid, you know what?" azam Protest.
"Yee, I'm right proof that Azam doesn't have a girlfriend, right? Though there are already those who have three children, Azam chirped Alif again made Azam hiss upset.
"Dating is a choice, singles are a principle, understand?!" rebut Azam who has been boastful with this conversation. Jenna sighed, though,
"Zam, you're not —" Jenna disconnected
his words cannot continue.
Arsen and Azam looked at her curiously, Suddenly Azam laughed he understood what Jenna meant.
"O Allah is Mama! Tega is accusing
your son is a faggot, same sex lover!
Astaghfirullah Azam is still normal mah, one hundred percent, Azam just has not found the right one" he said. Jenna breathed in relief.
"Well, Azam first yes, want to check the task
students." said.
“Alif also yes mah, there are still tasks that
not yet done.” connect Alif. Jenna and Arsen nodded.
In an instant, the dining table was deserted, though,
jena and Arsen. The two look at each other, though,
“Pah, how to get Azam married soon, the age he has never dated let alone bring women to the house, mamah worried loh pah.” said Jenna. Arsen.
“Iya mah, papah understand, papah thought something.”
Both of Jenna's eyes looked at her, “What's the reward?” tanyanya.
Arsen closed his lips to Jenna's ears, whispering something. Something that made both of Jenna's eyes instantly sparkle and her lips smiled widely.
Meanwhile, in the room, Azam was still busy working on his student papers that he had not been able to do. At least there are still twenty more, if it is already struggling with
work then there is no joking word for Azam.
“Tonight it seems like I have to stay up again.” murmured while opening sheet by sheet the papers in his hand.
Just a few minutes Azam sat down, a
a short message went to his phone.
“Assalamualaikum pak Azam, this is me Arvi, sorry to interrupt the time sir, I just want to ask, this is a paper that I have done it seems to have been in accordance with what you asked, sir, but kok is still blamed yes, can tell me his fault where?”
Azam read the message with his heart beating. The paper that Arvi was doing was actually correct, Azam just wanted to see Arvi's face pouting every time he snapped it, adorable. He simply read the message and put his phone back on the table, then smiled to himself.
