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196. Mismatched

Thunder turned to him while shaking his head. "No, Papa's full. Just make you."

"But it's delicious, try Papa to taste it first." Nella had already spooned that one porridge, but hesitated to thrust it into Thunder's mouth.

"That's yours, Nell. Just eat, Papa is full," he refused while rubbing his stomach.

"Have you." Nella nodded, then devoured a spoon of it for herself.

"Why Papa is being offered, how am I not the same, Ma'am?" risma asked with a hearty face looking at Nella in front of her

"If you want, you order it" he replied lazily. Then continue eating.

Thunder noticed the attitude of his son-in-law who seemed jutek to Risma, but he did not ask anything. 'Why with Nella? Is it just my feeling?'

From a distance blocked 4 tables, there was a man who was eating fried rice in the same place as them. Instantly the man's eyes were perfectly rounded in surprise when he realized that Nella and Thunder were sitting together.

'That's the beauty, right? How is he on campus? But why is it with her father-in-law?' inner Ihsan.

Yes, that man is Ihsan. He also went to college there.

Although the monthly cost is quite expensive, but Ihsan himself has worked hard to pay it.

In addition to being a mechanic, he also worked at the Nissa Restaurant as a new manager, but was still learning.

Irwan as om of course always support the step of the bule man, especially for his brighter future.

Maybe if Ihsan graduated college with a business major, he could work in an office and that makes him not underestimated as before.

However, his revenge was certainly still there for Rizky. Only now he was still thinking of a way.

Soon there was a loud bell in the canteen. Ihsan glanced at her phone which already showed at 8, already entered her college eye clock.

'I still want to look at you, but I have to go to college. It's also for you, beautiful.'

Ihsan got up from his seat. After paying for his breakfast—he rushed out of the place and into his class.

Ihsan sat in the back seat. Sitting in the back seat on the left is certainly beneficial for him. He sat there because he was afraid that there would be an urgent call and he had to pick it up immediately.

Before his guidance lecturer came, Ihsan first opened the zipper of his bag, then took out a notebook and read it in his heart.

"Good morning, everybody."

There was a voice from the bespectacled man who had just entered. Then Ihsan also raised his head that had sat down. The man was the guidance lecturer in the Ihsan department and he came with a short-haired beautiful girl.

"Good morning, sir," replied Ihsan and his other companions.

"You guys have a new student coming, she's moving from a campus in South Korea" said Dosen, turning his head while smiling at the girl next to her. "Please introduce your name."

The short-haired girl nodded. He waved his hand with a sweet smile. "Hi friends, I'm Risma Olivia Gumelang. Greetings to know everything."

"Greetings to you too, Risma!" they said in unison, as well as Ihsan.

"You're sitting there, now we start class." The lecturer pointed at the empty chair that happened to be right in front of the chair that Ihsan was sitting in.

"Good, sir." Risma nodded politely, then she walked towards the chair in question.

But before he got to the chair, his gaze continued to look at Ihsan who was reading the book again.

Risma was surprised to see Ihsan as different from the other men in the class. In addition to his age which is considered more mature than others, Ihsan's bully face certainly makes him more prominent and different from others.

It is not surprising, many students or foreign students who study here, just that Risma was curious when she saw Ihsan. I feel like getting acquainted too.

After arriving at the chair, Risma immediately sat down and then put her backpack on the table. Then he shifted his butt to the side, so he could see Ihsan who was behind him. Then slowly he extended his hand.

"What is your name?" tanyakanya.

Ihsan pulled one of his eyebrows up, feeling agitated at the girl in front of him who spoke in English.

Not because Ihsan couldn't, but just offended why did the girl speak in a foreign language with him? Does it look like a bule really? But for Ihsan, he was nothing but an abal-abal. Because his parents alone he does not know the original bule or not.

"You asked me?" Ihsan pointed at himself.

"Well, did the Master speak Indonesian?" Risma was amazed, she smiled as she clapped her hands slowly.

"Who are you calling Master? Me?" Ihsan frowned while shaking his head. I don't think about what the girl said. He this really thinks Ihsan bule or just mocked him?

"Yes, who else." Risma nodded in spirit.

"I'm an Indonesian, I can speak Indonesian. You are strange," replied Ihsan lazily.

"Oh, it turns out that my brother is Indonesian, I think you are from abroad."

Ihsan fell silent, then lowered his gaze towards the book. Feeling lazy to watch the girl in front of him.

"Whose sister's name? It's so stingy it's not shared." Risma has not received an answer since then, even though her intention is to invite you to get acquainted.

"Ihsan," Ihsan replied without looking at him.

"It's Indonesian, but his face is bule. Not suitable," he murmured while confirming again his sitting position. Now Ihsan is the one who saw the girl's back.

"What did you say?" Ihsan immediately made a sound and this time it was a bit loud. He had heard the murmur from Risma's mouth and it seemed that he did not accept it.

"I didn't say anything" Risma replied with a chuckle, then opened the contents inside her bag.

"Obviously you were mocking my name and my face. What's wrong?" Ihsan looked at the annoyed head behind Risma.

The short-haired girl shook her head quickly. "I'm not mocking, I just said that Brother's name is not suitable for Big Brother's face. That's all, '" he explained. "It should be a little cooler. At least his name is Marcell, Mark or Mark."

Ihsan clucked in annoyance. Of course he did not like what Risma said earlier. Indirectly he said the name Ihsan is not cool. "What's your name?"

"Risma."

"You are also not suitable to use that name" Ihsan replied.

Risma rounded her eyes, then turned her head back. Right at Ihsan who was smiling slanted at him.

"Just talk, my name is good, yes! My dad gave it to me!" firmly do not accept.

He did not accept that he said his name did not match, but he was so lightly saying the same thing to Ihsan.

Ihsan instead chuckled to see the girl angry at him, let alone her eyes slightly glared at him. "Your name is good, but it doesn't suit your face" he added.

"You mean my brother is ugly?!" Risma was getting annoyed and was now gripping Ihsan's arm all of a sudden. But Ihsan still continued to chuckle and this time it got even louder. Risma was infuriated by him. "I'm beautiful! It's good to talk!" with overflowing emotions.

"Risma! Good deeds! What are you guys doing!"

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