A Handful of Love for You
5. Shitty

Alena POV's

It's been a week since my first meeting with the gondrong nyebelin. This morning was probably my best morning of the week because the first human I saw when setting foot on campus was him, the gondrong nyebelin. I saw him sitting alone with a beautiful woman in the college garden chair. That girl might be his college friend. I don't really care who he hangs out with, it's none of my business either. But somehow every time I saw his face, my emotions immediately rose.

I saw that he was also looking at me, but only at a glance, after which he immediately focused again on his interlocutor. I saw him talking back to his girlfriend interspersed with his laughter that made my emotions increase.

Immediately I set my foot toward the building where my room was. There are three classes I have to teach today. I have to prepare the material for 3 different levels. Last night I only had time to prepare one material that I would teach at level 3, while the other two materials I have not had time to prepare because only yesterday afternoon I returned from my family home after meeting my favorite twin nephew. Luckily, two materials that I have not had time to prepare are scheduled later in the afternoon so this morning I still had time to compile it even though it will not be too optimal.

My mood was slightly disturbed after seeing the face of the gondrong nyebelin. The more days I don't like it. I really wonder why I hate the gondrong nyebelin it to affect my mood.

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Haaaaah, my teaching assignment today ended quite successfully. Well, even though the subject matter I prepared hastily and potently but not too bad for my teaching performance. My students seem to enjoy receiving the material I give them. They are also very active in class. The liveliness and enthusiasm of students in the classroom can be one sign if my teaching method is interesting and acceptable to them.

After fulfilling the obligation of asar prayer, I tidied up the shape of my hijab and applied a little powder and pink lipgloss so that my face did not look dull. I am a lecturer, of course I must pay attention to my appearance because as a teacher who meets many people, appearances must be interesting so that people do not look down or look one eye at us.

As I walked towards the parking lot, I saw the gondrong nyebelin again. This time he was talking to a different woman.

“Cih...base playboy.” I mumbled because I was upset.

Seeing her with a different woman in one day made me even less fond of her. This is not a feeling of jealousy because there is no love for the gondrong nyebelin it. Let alone love, likes are not there, even dislike or hate that is growing.

I was well aware that I shouldn't hate people let alone that person never once hurt me. Never hurt, know close not. I've only met the gondrong nyebelin once, uh twice with this morning and three times this afternoon. I don't understand my heart. Why would I hate him? I immediately took the privilege of not wanting to cultivate the hatred that continued to flourish in my heart.

I stared at his face with a blaze of hatred emanating from the eyes. When he looked at me, I immediately threw a face and immediately went towards the parking lot.

After being in the car, I immediately calmed the thumping heartbeat hard. I also did not expect that my dislike of seeing his face could result in an abnormal heartbeat. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I repeated the activity of taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly several times until my heartbeat returned to normal.

I started running the car. The first attempt failed, I tried again and still the engine could not turn on. I tried many times but my car engine still won't turn on. I tried to open the hood of the car. Although I was blind about the car engine at all but I was curious and wanted to know the problem in the engine of the car is still fairly new.

I got out of the car and saw the engine. As expected, I was completely blind about the car engine. I just stared at the front of the car. Don't know what to do.

“Why is the car?”

The typical heavy male voice touched my eardrum. I smell a masculine fragrance coming out of his body. Instantly my heart beats like a snowball. I turned to the right where I felt her lips very close to mine.

Deg

“Si gondrong nyebelin!” pekikku in my heart.

I pulled back so I could get away from her body looking at my car engine.

“Why is the car?” ask again because I have not given an answer to his question.

“I don't know either. Pas distater do not want flame.” I replied hesitantly.

“Do I help?” ask the gondrong nyebelin.

“You don't?” The gondrong nyebelin asked again in a thin tone because again I ignored his offer.

I didn't mean to ignore his offer. I was surprised to hear the help he offered.

“Eh... m - want.” I stammered in response to his offer.

Then the gondrong fell into the car and tried to stop. The results are still the same as the ones I've been trying since.

Not long after, he got out of the car and slammed the door a little rough.

“Basic sloppy!” it was a slow snort that could still be heard by my ears.

“What's up?” my many.

“Means if you have a car it should not be careless. Check it first before driving it.” He looked at me with his sharp gaze.

“What's the reason?” my question was fierce because I didn't accept him slamming the car door and saying ketus to me.

“The gas is out.”

“Astagfirullah..I forgot to fill the gas. Yesterday I was out of town and forgot to check it out.”

“Basic women!”

“What do you mean?” I'm angry because he brought up the gender issue in this.

He turned his body and started walking away from me.

“Hey, where are you going?” my yelling.

“Go home!” answer while walking.

“Help half-half?” I protested his indifferent attitude.

The gondrong nyebelin did not heed my protest and kept going further and further.

“Basic guy gondrong nyebelin.” I stomped my feet in annoyance.

The car parking area is empty. Only a few cars remain. Understand this is a lecturer-specific parking area so that not many students pass through this area.

Still with an overbearing heart, I booked an ojek online and decided to leave my car in the parking lot.

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to be continued....