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Lecturer Sir?

...How far you try to get away if God is destined to meet then there will be that meeting without you planning....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

"good. This design will be submitted to my friend who is in Korea. You willing?" 

"Yes, Sir. I am willing," Humai replied with a nod. 

"good. Just prepare a passport in case your design passes. You'll definitely go there and see my friend."

Humaira's heart became happy. His head nodded without refuting. The woman had thought of everything. He will make this event for a stepping stone so that he has a name or has a new experience before actually plunging into the world of fashion, fashion and designer titles. 

"Thank you very much, sir. It has helped me to keep working!" said Humai who had not dared to look at the face of Mr. Jeno. 

Since his meeting with this one lecturer. Humai never saw Mr. Jeno closely. Somehow he felt his lecturer was too cold and closed.

"Never bow your head to anyone" said Mr. Jeno in a firm voice that made Humai's heart beat erratically.

He seemed to have difficulty swallowing his saliva forcefully. It was as if that cold and resolute voice was dominating his ears. 

"You should be ready to meet the crowd when your ideals of being a designer occur. Raise your head so that people will be disinclined by you and not demean you!" 

Humai's head slowly lifted until his gaze was directly looked at with a pair of eyes that had pliable eyelashes, sharp eyebrows and a sharp nose. Don't forget, his white skin makes anyone who looks at him will immediately fall in love.

Not with Humaira. He just admired the way his lecturer spoke. How he provides the motivation that always arouses the spirit of Humaira.

"I…" 

"Dare to perform. If your work alone can be paired with a famous designer, then you must be ready to be a tough figure out there."

Humaira looked at her lecturer intently. His heart was touched by Mr. Jeno's words. What the man said is true. Out there, ready not to be ready, Humai must prepare himself and mentally. 

Do not jump in the world of work directly. The task of the fashion competition on campus alone, began many who envied when they saw the design of his good friend. 

The little thing that became the little key to the glassy Humai. So far the scope is still one campus but later the environment is not only as big as this building. But many designers and models are famous throughout the city and the world. 

"Thank you very much for your advice. Motivation from the Father also makes me eager to complete the design that you asked," humai said before he left Jeno's room and left the young man in neat clothes staring at her departure with an indescribable look.

When Humaira just closed the door to Oak Jeno's room. The noise of his best friend began to approach. 

"How's it?" ask Lidya and Mira who apparently followed Humaira to Pak Jeno's room.

Both of them shrouded Humaira who had just come out of the lecturer's room killer but super handsome.

"How's what?" asked Humai who teased the two. 

Humai knows very well if his two best friends are included in the Lecturer Jeno's lovers team. He likes to flirt with both of them the most.

"Has not been salted yet?" 

"Udah," said Humai who went first.

Lidya and Mira stared at each other. Both of them shouted madly imagining if what they both greeted the owner of the sharp eye.

"But in a dream!" continued Humai who made Lidya and Mira's smile recede. 

The girl laughed loudly as the two women pouted. Their hands were at the waist and staring at Humaira who was still engrossed in laughter from successfully teasing the two. 

"Romass! You!" yell at them simultaneously.

Humaira runs first as Mira and Lidya chase after her. The woman who has one child looks what it looks like with her current life.

Having friends, having a full family, having people he considers to be like his biological brother. Then have a baby who is always an entertainment when Humai feels tired with his busyness.

"Rather than frowning. We eat at the usual place!" take Humai to two of his friends.

"Our favorite restaurant, right?" ask Lidya with a fuss.

"Yes." Yeah." 

"Tractable, right?" asked Mira with her innocent face.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Wahhh leaving!" 

...🌴🌴🌴...

In Malang.

The sound of the bell repeatedly made a man who had just finished cooking dinner stop his activities. He immediately walked towards the apartment door and opened it. 

"Is there anything you want to talk to Papa about?" ask Papa Haidar directly.

"Is Papa busy?" Not answering. Syakir asked back.

He could see the lethargic and exhausted face of his papa. 

"No. Just when you called. Papa is having a meeting" said Papa Haidar to his son and then stepped into Syakir's apartment. "What are you doing?" 

"I just finished cooking dinner. Let's eat, Pa!" invite Syakir then serve chicken soup that he made himself and then served on the dining table.

Papa Haidar sat down. He looked at the chicken soup with a smiling heart. He was the one who witnessed the change of his first son. 

Only Papa Haidar who accompanied his son progressed as he completely fell. His wife and daughter were monitoring Syakir from afar.

Although they did not tell Papa Haidar but saw how the attention that Mama Ayna and Sefiea always asked him made Papa Haidar know if in fact both had forgiven Syakir. 

"How, Pa? Yummy?" 

"Such a son," said Papa Haidar who began to feed his mouth again. "You're good at cooking, Syakir."

"Because of the dead work I can, Pa." 

Finally, the two stopped talking as they chose to enjoy the food until it ran out. After that Syakir immediately invited his father to the living room. He wanted to talk about the matter last afternoon to his papa.

"What's up, Syakir?" 

"I want to change jobs, Pa," Syakir said. "Well, you know for yourself, don't you? The restaurant I work at has many branches."

Papa Haidar nodded. He knows where his son works now.

"Continue?" 

"My manager said, because of Syakir's good performance, Syakir wants to be moved to the central restaurant." 

Papa Haidar's body stiffened. He looked at his son closely.

"Tournaments?" 

Chief Syakir nodded. "Why, Pa? Why is Papa's face so tense?" 

Syakir frowned when he saw the expression on his face that was so tense. I don't know why it makes Syakir suspicious.

Papa Haidar shook his head. He tried to neutralize the expression on his face so that his son would not suspect. 

"Are you sure you want to leave Malang City?" asked Papa Haidar slowly. "Don't you ever say that you're not going to leave this city?" 

Syakir. What his father said is true. He once promised to stay in Malang but his mind went back to thinking.

Isn't this a good opportunity for him. He can work in Jakarta and try to find other experiences so that his mind is wider.. 

Plus his two best friends were there too and made Syakir think this was a good opportunity. 

"Syakir sure, Pa. Syakir doesn't want to continue to depend on Papa here." 

Papa Haidar nodded. He can't say anything either. Not the city of Jakarta is also broad. According to him how far or near they are but if it is already his soul mate and destined to be together. There must be another way for the two to meet.

"Aren't you going back to the company?" 

Chief Syakir shook his head. "Syakir wants to stand at Syakir's own feet. All this time Syakir is aware, arrogant and selfish that exists in Syakir because Syakir never starts from below."

Papa Haidar smiled at how mature his son was now. He was proud to see Syakir willing to learn from the past. His son is willing to make peace and learn to be a better person.

"alright. If that's your decision, Papa will support it!" 

~Connected

Well, yes, you are. One Korean OTW, one Jakarta OTW.

Plus there is Lecturer Lalala.

Just run away.

Don't forget to stop by my friend's work, too, guys.

Aisha, a wife who was made a maid in her own husband's house. Even she had to accept her husband's marriage with his lover. Humiliation often felt from her husband, mother-in-law, and also her husband's second wife. Aisyah was made a wife who was not appreciated by her husband named Kenzi.

But his encounter with the helper god changes his destiny. Aisyah who has unkempt skin (ugly ) and village appearance turned into a beautiful and stunning female figure. Added to his encounter with his past people who helped him realize his revenge.

Follow the story of Aisyah in changing her destiny and avenging her for the actions of her ex-husband, ex-wife, and ex-husband's family