A Handful of Love for You
8. Emotion

Alena POV's

“Bu... Bu.. Bu Alena..”.

I was surprised to hear his voice calling out and felt his hand shake my arm. His big hand with veins poking out touched my hand.

I flinched and shook his hand.

“Ngapain you hold-hold?” my hardik.

“What's so early in the morning, Mom? Again daydreaming me, huh?” ask her in a voice that sounds sexy.

Astagfirullah... What's wrong with this brain and heart? Why are they not working normally this morning? Did I eat wrong or get a dangerous virus to the point that their work became abnormal?

“Do not be insolent you!” my sentakku.

“Who is insolent, Mom? I'm just worried that I failed guidance today. If indeed this morning Mother's life has not been collected, we just reschedule her guidance schedule,” her proposal is not polite at all.

“You think I have a lot of free time, huh? This week I have arranged a guidance schedule. You do not want to set yourself when you want guidance,”, I'm upset.

“Eeh the Mother was just overexciting. I was just a proposal. After all, my mother's face looked pale. From earlier I called, Mother did not answer. Looks like Mom's sick.”

“Who said I was sick? If I was sick I wouldn't give you a guidance schedule today. Quickly report your thesis progress!” pissed.

“Basic women,” hiss slowly but still heard by me.

“What do you mean? You underestimate women? You don't want to be guided by a female lecturer, huh?”

I was getting annoyed with the words that came out of his mouth.  God, why do lips look so sexy. Fix, my brain needs to be repaired.

He was silent hearing my tirade. I really don't like it when my people are insulted and underestimated. There are still many people who underestimate the ability of women. For example, if there is an incident on the highway involving a female rider, I often hear some other riders say, 'deserve to crash because of the female car' or other sentences that are very discrediting to women. It seemed like a simple sentence but it was really insulting and disparaging to women.

“Have you been angry, Mom? I want to report my thesis progress.” That shitty gondrong doesn't heed my nagging. Basic sucks.

I snorted not giving any answer.

He began to report on the progress of his script. His language is crisp and clear so it's easy to understand what he's saying.

“So I can already start his research, Bu?” tanyakanya.

Actually I want to make it harder for him. I don't want him to do his research so easily. Egoku wants him to suffer in the process of drafting his script.

“Have you consulted one supervisor?” my many.

“Prof. Dinn agreed, Bu.”

“Please if indeed one supervisor has also given acc. I request one week from now you face me again.”

“Good Mom, I'll work on it.”

“Don't just say you'll work on it, but you do have to work on it.”

“Hehehe... Yes, Bu.” His chuckle pisses me off.

There was a moment of silence before he asked me something.

May I ask, Ma?”

“What?” ask me with a little bit of a snarl.

”Wuih, so bad, Bu.”

I opened my eyes in annoyance.

“What you want to ask. No need to talk.”

“If supervisor two just agree what one counselor decides, what's the point of having two mentors, Mom? In my opinion anyway it is just a waste of funds and time.”

“Kamuuu...!” pissed scream.

“Wah, roar again,” he said casually.

I inhaled a lot of oxygen and removed the carbon dioxide from my lungs. Patience.sabar Lena. I said those patient words in my heart.

“Our job as a teaching supervisor is to help students complete their scripts. I as a lecturer 2 of course served to help you. Indeed, there are some campuses that only provide one lecturer but our campus and department decided to give two lecturers. You should be grateful to get two lecturers, so you can get more references.”

“Ooooh...,” muttered.

“Why are you so? You don't want me to guide? You do not want to be guided by a female lecturer, huh?” I'm still upset by that shit.

“I never said that. Which of my words states that I do not want to be guided by Mother?”

“Why silence? Can't answer, right?”

I was getting annoyed at his words.

“There's more to say? If not, please leave my room. There are other students who will be tutoring with me,” ketusku.

“Don't be fierce, Mom. If it's fierce like this, Mother looks more beautiful. I'll love Mom.”

“What are you doing?” I almost screamed in surprise at what he said.

“Mother is beautiful if you are angry like that,” she said while winking one eye.

“Come out!” I shouted while throwing a thick book at him and unfortunately he caught the book I threw with his right hand.

“Don't throw books, Mom. Thankfully I did not get my face. If you get my handsome face, do you want responsibility?”

“What responsibility do you mean?”

“If my face is ugly and no one wants to marry me, Mom should want to marry me.”

“Keluaaaaar!!” yells annoyed.

I was getting annoyed at the sound of her laughter behind the door.

“Basic human gondrong nyebelin.” To vent my frustration, I jabbed the tip of the pen onto the table until it broke.

And thanks to that gondrong nyebelin who had ruined the mood until I canceled the rest of today's tutoring schedule and had to reschedule.

In order to bring my mood back to good, I decided to go to a place where I could vent emotions.

Boxing gym, a place to vent my frustration. Where I can express my emotions freely. I do routine boxing training at the Boxing Gym every weekend and especially for today I come on weekdays and still counted in the morning as well.

“Ngapain early in the morning to here, Non?” greet Coach Juan.

“For bete,” I threw the bag and sat myself on the edge of the boxing ring watching Juan warming up.

“Bete why?”

“Pengen nonjok face people nyebelin.”

“Who?”

“Do not ask much. So samsak me!” ketus.

“Who is afraid. Change of costume!”

I went to the change place. Lucky there was a change of clothes that I kept in my locker.

After warming up, I immediately climbed into the ring and immediately kicked and hit the target Juan was holding. No less than 30 minutes I kicked and hit the target until I was completely exhausted.

“Not upset?” ask Juan.

“Hmmm...” I just replied with a mutter.

“Again who the hell?” ask Juan

“Kepo,” sahutku.

“Sialan.”

I laughed at Juan's annoyance.

“Thank God you can laugh again.”

Ah, Juan. A man who may be perfect in the eyes of women. Handsome with slightly squinty eyes, a pointed nose and a firm jaw. His body shape is perfect like a runaway model. His age is mature and marriageable, 33 years with the contents of a wallet that has no doubt the results of restaurants and cafes he has. Boxing Gym that he has is only to channel his interest in the sport of boxing.

Juan is the son of a friend. Juan was also my brother's underclassman when he took Masters abroad. Although not one major, if there are Indonesian students who study in a country, they will feel more brotherly ties. After Juan graduated from college, he immediately developed his business so that it developed quickly.

I realized that Juan had more feelings for me. Although I am a less sensitive woman, but for Juan's problem, I can feel what Juan feels for me. Instead of being overconfident, 2 years ago after I returned home from my master's studies outside, Juan expressed his joy and at that time I did not answer him with the answer he wanted. Honestly, at that time I felt that I had just graduated from college and there were still many things I wanted to achieve. I still want to develop my career.

I'm 28 years old and there's a lot I want to achieve before I get married. I don't want to date. I'm principled there's no such thing as dating in my life. If there is a good man who intends to propose to me, then I will accept it, but later when I have succeeded with what I targeted before marriage. Hehe…

I'm lucky that my friendship with Juan didn't break down because I rejected him. He's a really good man and I hope he'll get a good woman who will be his life partner, but that woman isn't me. For the time being, I really thought of him as a friend only, nothing more.

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to be continued....