A Handful of Love for You
35. Fretted

Alena POV's

I woke up today because I couldn't sleep all night. Unfortunately again, there was a morning class schedule so I could not sleep any longer after dawn.

I just closed my eyes to sleep after dawn and only about 15 minutes. Blame the son of a bitch for him I find it hard to sleep.

I'm thinking about our meeting later. He said he'd pick me up at college. I thought about how the lecturers would react if they found out he was picking up for lunch. Arrrgh!

All night, that shitty gondrong's face, uh it's not long anymore, keeps milling around in my mind.

The appearance of him now who is not shabby does look neater and earthy. I was like seeing the figure of young entrepreneurs I often imagine when reading romantic novels. But to be honest, I liked the look of it more when it was still shabby. In my eyes, she was sexier when she had long hair and was dressed in a little mess with her jeans and flannel cameja.

I wondered how her stomach would form. Do you have a sixpack like my brother? Why am I thinking dirty like this. Ah, my brain is already contaminated with a dangerous virus.

Now I'm in front of the closet. I was confused about the clothes I was going to wear. It's not like usual where I'm going to pick out clothes quickly.

Ah, this is all because of him. To choose the clothes that I would wear just takes a lot of time. My precious time is wasted.

I was upset because I had not yet managed to determine the clothes I would wear while time went on.

Aaargh. After successfully determining the clothes, now I am confused to determine the veil that I will wear. Which veil matches the shirt I choose?

Surprisingly, I spent more than 30 minutes just picking clothes and veils. For subordinates I choose the black color only. If I try to match the color of the subordinates that I will wear, maybe I can one more hour I just managed to match the outfit today.

I was angry and angry with myself. Why can I act like this? Why is it that thinking about our meeting this afternoon makes me restless all night? Not to mention thinking about our meeting later on Saturday. I want to disappear to the planet Mars.

I was late for class this morning. Even in class I could not focus because I was still thinking about our meeting later. I missed the longest 2 hours I've ever felt. I usually enjoy teaching in class. Sometimes 2 hours seem to pass quickly. Unlike the 2 hours now that feels slow to end.

“Bu Alena this morning was amazingly beautiful,” said one student as we passed by the hallway after leaving class.

“Eh...”.

“Make-up her saucy.” chirps other coed.

“Ajarin wear his make-up dong Bu.”

I reply them with a smile. I feel ashamed because today I dress up and have sex like never before. I feel like I'm not me.

This morning, in addition to long determining the outfit, of course I also linger applying makeup to make it look more fresh. I did not sleep all night which resulted in a black circumference around the eyes so I had to put a rather thick concealer around the eyes. Just blame that shitty guy for keeping me up all night.

“Iya nih, overnight do not sleep so have to wear make-up that is not usual,” said I was embarrassed.

I am very close to the students. Maybe because I'm a young lecturer who makes them not reluctant to interact with me. I also try not to keep my distance from them.

Actually, I was just keeping my distance from him. But I also wonder why he can approach me even dare to invite me to lunch even though I have kept my distance.

“When you learn how to wear make-up in class, Ms. Alena,” joked one of the female students.

I laughed at my student's proposal.

“If in class teaching how to wear make-up, pity the male student dong,”.

“Ah, they must be fine-tuned if you look at the pretty girls.”

We laughed when we heard that word.

“I first yes. There is another class,” my farewell to the 3 female students who chatted with me.

“Good, Mom. Meet again next week in class yaa,” said they were compact.

After the completion of the prayer, a message came in.

Gondrong Nyebelin:

I wait in the parking lot

Yeah, a minute

A few minutes later, a new message was sent.

Gondrong Nyebelin:

You where?

Gondrong Nyebelin:

I took it to the musala

Don't

Gondrong Nyebelin:

Wait at musala. I'm going there now.

No!!!!!!!

I frantically read the message that he was heading here. I called him right away but after several times I tried to contact him, he didn't even pick up my call. Basic sucks.

Looks like I should get away from the musala immediately.

I hurried to tidy my face and half ran towards the lecturer's room.

“Where are you?”

I was shocked when my hand was pulled.

When I saw who pulled my hand, I panicked.

“Lease! Don't make a fuss here!” I said quietly almost whispering because I didn't want to be heard by anyone else.

“I don't make a fuss.”

He has not yet released his hand.

“I said freelance!” i'm firm.

He also released his hand.

“You just wait under!” my orders.

“Don't run!” he said while blinking one eye.

Cih, sucks. I'm upset because my heart rate is starting to get abnormal again. Duh, why the hell does this heart not want to hear my orders.

Immediately I cleaned up the desk and rushed to the parking lot.

After arriving at the parking lot, I circulated the look for whereabouts, but I did not find it.

“Where the hell is he? He said he was waiting downstairs. I searched all the way to the parking lot I still did not see.” I grumbled in annoyance.

If he doesn't exist, I'd better just go home. No more classes after the break, so I can escape.

Immediately I set foot towards the parked car not far from where I am standing now. Kurogoh car keys and I knead the button to unlock the car. My right hand was already in the car handle when the burly hand grabbed my left hand.

“You escaped?” the whisper is right near my right ear.

“Eh,”

I was shocked and immediately pushed his body away from my body.

My right foot reflex kicked the shin of the man who was clutching my hand.

“Aww!”

I saw the man in pain and rubbed his shins that I had kicked.

“You are barbaric once. Why kick my leg?”

“Whatever you are surprises me. My reflexes are very good. The kick was due to reflexes as self-defense,” I said casually.

“Where are you going? Want to escape?” the accusation.

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to be continued...