A Handful of Love for You
7. Guidance

Alena POV's

I'm really tired of dealing with that shitty bitch. Yesterday I had to go home on an online taxi because my car ran out of gas in the campus parking lot. The gondrong nyebelin found out that my car ran out of gas but he did not want to help just buy gasoline to the nearest gas station.

After approaching me who was confused by the car engine that did not want to turn on, he checked it and it turned out there was no problem with my car engine. Stupidly I forgot to fill the gas after the round trip Bandung Jakarta.

After telling me that my car just ran out of gas, he just passed by. He should have offered to help buy her some gasoline, but he didn't care at all. I promised in my heart that I would never expect any help from the gondrong nyebelin. I'm sorry there's a sense in the heart of expecting her help.

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I'm grateful that this week I've never met a man I didn't want to see. Damn, tomorrow is a guidance schedule that requires me to meet face to face with the gondrong nyebelin.

Earlier this morning, a message came into my messaging app. An unknown number with a faceless profile photo as well. There is only a wide view of the rice field. The name of the profile also does not give instructions on the name of the account owner.

I read the message. And it turns out that message from the gondrong nyebelin it.

+62 818-9288-xxxx

Greetings, Madam…

I'm Atep. I intend for guidance with Mom. Mom, when is there time? If I could have a really free time, unlike the previous week where I was only given 5 minutes. How's Ma?

A message that is completely unethical. How could he send the contents of such a message to his tutoring lecturer. That shitty man really doesn't respect me as his guidance counselor.

Although I was very upset with the content of the message, but I did not want to show my anger. I have to have a lot of patience to deal with it.

Please meet me tomorrow morning at 8 in my room.

It's not my desire to keep a new number. Honestly, I rarely keep the phone numbers of people who are not very familiar or rarely related to me. I just keep my family number, friends and some student phone numbers, and that's because they're class coordinators to make it easier for me to provide information related to the class I can. No guidance student I kept his phone number except for the gondrong nyebelin number.

I kept her phone number not because she I thought she was close or familiar to me. I kept it with a not-so-good purpose. I kept it so that I knew if he was the one sending the message, I could anticipate not having to reply to the message immediately because if I did not know the message, I would read and reply as much as possible. I'm a culas, right? But I don't care.

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At 7am I was in my room. I don't have a class schedule today. Today I dedicate it to my students. My first schedule was with that gondrong nyebelin. I have to have full energy when dealing with him. I can't imagine having to deal with that most annoying human being after my energy has stayed a bit.

At exactly 8 a.m., someone knocked on my door. I'm sure the one who knocked on that door was a shitty human. I breathed in some deep air so that a lot of oxygen would get into my chest cavity. I need enough oxygen intake so that my brain is not short in the face of the gondrong nyebelin.

He came into my room after I let him in.

“Assalamu’alaikum. good morning, Mom,” sapanya.

I raised my head and looked at him. My God, why the hell does that shitty gondrong look so handsome and so fresh? The clothes he wore this morning were polite. He wears a checkered flannel cameja combined with jeans that are not torn. His hair was slightly wet, probably because it was exposed to raindrops that had fallen down since dawn. Oh my God, I kept on perceiving in my heart because the scent of the body I don't know what perfume she was using was very disturbing my smell, not exactly disturbing but tempting. What the hell is in my brain? Looks like my brain has started to short. I inhaled a lot of oxygen so that my brain could work normally again.

He sat in front of me. I didn't realize I was holding my breath. I realized when I felt my chest tight because it had probably been almost a minute of not getting oxygen intake.

“Bu..Bu...Bu Alena....”.

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to be continued....