You're Me She

24. Invitation

"Morning" Sapa Banyu, as she met Tasya at the hotel restaurant, as she was about to eat breakfast this morning.

Tasya lifted her face and looked at Banyu who looked like she had just shaved. The man's face looked cleaner than yesterday, adorned with a thin beard and mustache lined up above his lips and from his jaw to his chin.

"For the mas," Sahut Tasya while fixing the collar of a white shirt attached to his body.

"Even from before?"

Tasya just nodded and smiled at Banyu. While the man pulled the chair that was right in front of Tasya.

"Eh forgot, can I sit here?"

"May you,"

"Thank you." Banyu put down his plate and sat down in front of Tasya. Tasya continued to notice the man's movements that made him unable to sleep last night.

"Can we go home?" Banyu asked while scooping the rice and side dishes in his plate.

"Said Riyanti, we can leave later in the afternoon. He said he was busy yesterday."

"Oh.." Banyu nodded in understanding as he chewed his breakfast.

"Before going home, we are told to go to the office again mas, to make sure, whether something is missed or not."

"OK." Again Banyu nodded and answered briefly.

"Mas, it will fill all the furniture for this office. Is it not dizzy? Not yet the layout of the furniture that is adjusted for his room."

Banyu looked at Tasya and shook his head.

"What's all the way to Semarang." Connect Tasya again.

"Me and your boss are so close. She was my upperclassman back in SMK. So, anyway, he's trying to give me a job. Understand, my job is like this."

"How about mas?"

"Yes, wait for someone else to give you a job." Banyu Sahut.

"Ah mas Banyu is low." Tasya smiled slightly and shook her head.

"Seriously, yes, sometimes there is also input from other offices, or housing that wants to house his example in the contents and in the layout. Also from people who do not want to bother with furniture and how to arrange it."

"others? Do you have any other efforts?" Tanya Tasya was curious.

Banyu simply smiled and continued eating her.

"Did I offend ya, for asking like that?" Inner Tasya.

"Hmmm.md.."

"You're beautiful this morning." Cut Banyu, while looking at Tasya with shady eyes.

Tasya's lips were locked. He forgot the words he was going to say to Banyu.

"Thank you" Tasya said, lowering his face.

Banyu simply smiled and grabbed his water from the table.

"What time are we at the office?"

Tasya ventured to look at Banyu, "Once we have breakfast, we can walk" Tasya said, then he lowered his face again.

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"Morning..." Sapa Putra as she just entered the classroom where she gives today's subject matter to her students and students.

"Morning sir.." Sahut all children of Putra.

"Open the book, fifty-two pages." The Son's command to all his students. At once they all took out the book from inside their bags and opened the page the Son was referring to.

"Our material today is....

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The son had not yet continued his speech, there was a knock from outside the door of the room. The son looked at the door and saw someone who had just opened the door.

"For the first time, someone wants to talk to you."

"I?" Ask Putra to the lecturer who was talking to him.

"Yes, wait in the office right now. Let's sir.."

"D-yes." Say it with a face that looks full of question marks.

"You read the material first written in the book. I'll be back later" said the Son, leaving the room. He had a sigh while walking towards the office of the lecturers.

The son opened the door of the lecturer's room and found several sturdy people standing in front of his table. While another seemed to be sitting casually while looking at him who seemed to be trying to recognize the figure.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" The son asked after he moved closer to the figure of a middle-aged man, in a suit that looked expensive.

The middle-aged man smiled, and looked a little sigh before he put his cell phone on the table that belonged to the Son.

"Whose father?" Ask Putra while continuing to look at the middle-aged man.

"Include me, I'm an old man from Alia.

The look on the Son's face changed drastically. He seemed a little uncomfortable with the presence of Alia's parents and some of her bodyguards.

"Oh. Greetings sir, I am the son of his lecturer Alia. Can I help you?" The son seems to try ordinary, assuming that Alia's parents do not know her problems with Alia. But one side of Putra looks groggy when in the room it looks there are still some lecturers waiting for his lesson time to arrive.

"I heard, mr. new lecturer here. Oh yeah, what was his name? Putra Kartawijaya," said Anton in the style of spelling the name of Putra.

"Yes, I've only been teaching here for a few months. What's up, sir? Can I help you with Alia?" Putra asked, but her eyes kept trying to see the reaction of her co-workers who were still at her respective desks.

"Declose, I'm Anton. The biggest donor of the University."

"Ah... It's good to meet your father. Can I help you?" Again the Son looked groggy and kept asking Anton the same thing.

"I'd like to invite you to my house tonight. I don't want any rejection if you still want to teach at this university. How about Putra Kartawijaya?"

Instantly the Son's face appeared pale. He continued to look at Anton who seemed to be staring at him with hidden meaning.

"If you can tell, what's wrong, sir? Hmmmm, I mean, what event did you invite me directly."

Anton smiled cynically, then he leaned his body towards the Son.

"I want to talk about your seriousness with my daughter."

The deg!

The son held his breath for a few seconds, then he exhaled again after Anton sat back on his bench. Actually Putra wanted to discuss it, but he was afraid if his colleagues listened to the conversation he had with the parents of one of his students.

"Hows it? I don't like rejection" Anton said in a style that looks cold and flat.

"What time can I come?" Ask the Son with a pale face.

"I'll wait at seven o'clock. I hope you come. If not, you'll see the consequences." Threat Anton.

The son hesitated. Then he breathed a breath that felt almost broken.

Anton got up from his seat and left the room with his bodyguards. Seeing Anton leave the room, the Son can now breathe a sigh of relief. But there is a feeling of resentment and resentment towards the figure of a sweet girl named Alia. The son already knew what Anton meant by inviting the Son personally to come to his house.

Of course, these were all traps of Alia who justified any means to make the Son submit to him.