You're Me She

18. Where are we going?

"Good morning." Sapa Putra, when he entered the class where he taught.

"For the sir..!" Students and students in that class.

The son swept his gaze towards his protege, then his gaze landed on Alia who was sitting and stared at him sharply. The son let out a long sigh and his teaching spirit began to decline.

"I'm absent first." The son issued a attendance sheet that listed the names of the students and students.

"Abdurrahman."

"I sir!" A student raised his hand.

"August."

"I sir!"

"Al... Alia." Even the Son was choked when he mentioned the name Alia.

"I sir." Sahut Alia while smiling sweetly looking at the Son.

The son returned Alia's sneaky look in his eyes.

"Little bastard!" Shouts in his heart.

The son continued to pass on his protege, until the last name he mentioned.

"Zulkarnaen!"

"I sir!"

The son looked at Zulkarnaen and gave a sign of presence on the paper he was holding. Then he put the paper down and moved from his seat. Before he started teaching, his gaze again landed on Alia who was continuously staring at him with a mysterious gaze. This of course makes the Son become non-concentrated when teaching.

"Gather the work from me."

"Sorry sir, which task?" Ask one of her students named Sasa.

"I gave it yesterday, right?"

"No sir."

"Times?" The son frowned, then he looked awkward with all the students and students who were in the class.

"There really isn't? There is a feeling." The son insisted that he give his protege a task at yesterday's meeting.

"No sir!" All her students, except Alia.

"Concentration dong sir. don't nothing but in say there is. We'll all be confused" Alia said in a cynical tone.

"I'm sorry" said Putra as he put on a look of annoyance to Alia. He knew, if Alia was insinuating her relationship with her student.

"Yes, open the page one hundred and two."

Simultaneously, the students and students opened the course book held by Putra.

During teaching, the concentration of the Son continues to be divided, because Alia is like watching him and laughing at him who threatened his career will be destroyed, if the student dared to open his voice to all students and students at the University. In fact, Alia also threatened to report the scandal of herself and Putra to the dean of the campus.

"Damn! I regret serving him! What am I supposed to do to get rid of this son of a bitch!" Inner Son.

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"We're done. Can I buy a ticket?" Tasya asked Riyanti, the boss secretary at the company where Tasya works.

"Duh Bag! You are in a big hurry. I was accompanying the Boss at an important event. You're patient why the hell!"

"But mbak.."

"No but-but yes Bag! I'm busy! You wait until tomorrow!"

Tasya fell silent as Riyanti hung up the phone from him.

"Fate, if the cooperation of people is so! I'd rather open a cake shop. A little bit, but I feel free without any pressure from others." His complaint.

"Can you make a cake?" Tasya flinched and turned her back. It looked like Banyu was already standing right behind her with such a shady gaze.

"Eh. ma-mas Banyu." Tasya smiled awkwardly and pocketed her phone.

"Seriously you can make a cake? What kind of cake?" Banyu asked as he moved to the side of Tasya.

"Yes, I can make cakes, cakes, and sponge."

"Different between cake, cake and sponge? I guess it's the same."

Tasya frowned, slowly she smiled amusedly.

"Based on men, differentiating things is obviously different just don't know."

"Yes, I don't know. Will you tell me? For example, you make a cake and give an example to me."

Tasya was stunned as Banyu said such a thing to herself.

Tasya bowed embarrassedly and for a moment then he looked back at Banyu who still displayed his flat face while talking to Tasya.

"God willing, yes. If I have a holiday, I make it for the mas and the son."

Instantly Banyu's facial water changed, when the name of the Son was pinned Tasya.

"Saturday and Sunday are my holidays. Maybe I'll deliver on Sunday. What's wrong, mas?"

"Ah, it's okay. If you don't have time, you don't have to make it. Sorry, I'm too pushy."

"Not really." Tasya smiled sweetly while trying to convince Banyu, if he did not feel at all bothered by the man.

"Hmmm.. So, we're going straight back to the hotel?" Banyu attempted to shift the subject.

"Hmmmm, I'm hungry. Not had lunch yet. If you want to come back first, that's okay."

"No, I'll accompany you." Banyu said, without the slightest hesitation.

Tasya was stunned, as well as not believing what Banyu had just said to himself.

"Where are we going? There's still one more night here. How about we go for a walk while looking for food?"

"Truly can't be trusted!" Inner Tasya.

"How's it?" Ask Banyu again.

"Bo-get me." Said Tasya, with his wrong attitude.

"Oh yeah, have you been to Lawang Sewu?" Banyu asked as he and Tasya headed to the highway in front of the office.

"Oh. Which horror is mas?"

"Yes.the story is so. But actually, not so. What else is this afternoon. It's normal in my opinion."

"Mas ever been there? How dare?" Tasya asked with her innocent facial expression.

Banyu was silent for a moment. His concern returned to five years ago, where he was exploring the city of Semarang with the late Tika. That was the first time Banyu came to the historic building, owned by PT. The Indonesian Railway.

"Mas, I'm bored in kosan hold!" Tika complains when Banyu comes to Tika to the boarding house where Tika lives temporarily in Jakarta City.

"Continue?"

"Where cake..." Tika scrunched her chin.

Banyu smiled amusedly as he saw the girl he loved pouting.

"Yes, where are you going? The mall? The waterpark? or the....

"Now!" Tika Chirps.

Banyu frowned and looked at the girl sitting in front of him closely.

"You sure? What's going up there?"

"Train or bus only. Day until night. Later we stay at the hotel, well.his new afternoon to where it's mas..the old building was.what's his name.forget me."

"Sewu Lawang?"

"Well yes!" Excited Tika with a crisp face.

"Yes already. Let's go."

"Well, aren't you packing clothes?"

"Buy it there. You want to pack what?"

"Emang yes.so the man was delicious! No fuss like a girl!" Complain Tika.

"Mas.it's a cab."

Banyu's daydreams just froze when Tasya touched his hand while pointing at a taxi that was moving closer to them both.

"Ah yes." Banyu waved his hand, for the taxi to stop and bring himself and Tasya to Lawang Sewu.

The blue taxi stopped in front of the two of them. Banyu opened the taxi door and allowed Tasya to enter the taxi first. Awfully, Tasya thanked Banyu. After Tasya sat down, he looked at Banyu who was still standing while looking at him carefully.

"Not closed the door, are you?"

"Can it slide a little?"

"Huh?" Tasya looked at Banyu in disbelief.

"I want to sit down." Banyu Firm.

"Oh. I think Banyu would like to sit in front. The problem is usually so, right?" Tasya said awkwardly.

"Oh, you want me to sit in front?"

"Bu-not so!" Tasya instantly shifted her seat and looked at Banyu with a guilty look.

Banyu smiled mischievously, then he went into the taxi and then closed the door. A moment later he looked at Tasya who still looked guilty, as well as feeling awkward to himself.