Aksara For Arsyilla
We Meet Again
"We meet again Ms. Arsyilla Kirana …"
The sweet-sounding baritone voice actually made Arsyilla's entire body stiffen. Still she remembered the morning when she woke up and heard this voice. The kiss on his shoulder that was open as well as the voice that made sure it would be responsible with him.
Really, all this really made Arsyilla stuck. It felt like he was running as far away from the man before him as possible.
Slowly one hand Aksara moved and touched Arsyilla's shoulder. However, Arsyilla swiftly threw out the hand that was holding his shoulder.
"Don't touch me .." she said with her body so stiffened.
However, the man who had just thrown his hand grinned. "I've even touched you more than this" he said confidently.
"Stop. Don't speak here, for here I am a Lecturer and you are a student. Please, take control of that" said Arsyilla, who warned the student.
This time Arsyilla wants to affirm the position and status of both who are a lecturer and a student. Where of course the rules of the University that applies.
"Let me drive home .." The characters spoke again and this time were seen with a softer tone of speech.
Arsyilla quickly shook her head, "No. I can go home by myself" he said as his hands tried to hold him back so that the man wouldn't have to drive him home.
Unfortunately Aksara looked unmoved, while Arsyilla quickly stepped on her feet. As much as possible he should be separated from this man named Aksara. His teaching time was also over, so Arsyilla intended to return home soon.
Increasingly accelerating her footsteps, Arsyilla tried to get out of the campus as quickly as possible. Arsyilla knew there could be a pair of legs following behind her, but she tried to ignore them all and kept going. Until when Arsyilla was in front of the campus, the woman began to sigh and she turned to look at the man who insisted on following her.
“Stop! Don't follow me anymore.” Arsyilla spoke with a stare at the man who was none other than that Aksara.
“You should thank me for taking care of you and ensuring your safety,” said Aksara who seemed so fond of serving a fight from the woman who now stands just a few steps in front of him. It was as if the young man was ignoring that the one standing before him was his lecturer.
Arsyilla is also grieving, “Keeping what? There you are tarnishing me. You have the same heart as me,” said Arsyilla with a soft look. They are still in the campus environment, so they should not speak too loudly and carelessly.
For for Arsyilla, Aksara did not take care of him at all. There was only that man who had desecrated him. The fatal mistake of an Aksara will forever be remembered, for if at this time Aksara said that he wanted to guard it, then all that was learning nonsense for Arsyilla.
Slowly Aksara approached, the man instantly grabbed the Lecturer's hand and as if dragging him forcefully to follow him.
“Let go of me!” ronta Arsyilla's.
Unfortunately Aksara seemed to ignore the voice of the woman whose hand was now in his grasp. The man kept walking and grasped Arsyilla's wrist, then he put her in his luxury car.
However, the script does not budge. The man entered his car and tapped his finger on the steering wheel.
“Psycho!” arsyilla's curse is not happy with the treatment of the man who is now sitting in the steering chair.
The script grinned, the man advancing his body and as if eroding his distance with Arsyilla. Approaching her slowly with both eyes that were completely just staring at Arsyilla. When Aksara tried to get closer, Arsyilla chose to rewind her body.
“Don't approach me.” said Arsyilla this time. Really, he did not want to be approached by Aksara.
Unfortunately, Aksara seemed indifferent and she continued to erode the distance. Now the distance is only a few centimeters. As if reflexed, Arsyilla crossed both hands on her chest as a form of defensive action to defend herself.
“Do not approach me,” he said again who now feels that he is really in danger.
However, just as Arsyilla was about to shed her tears, Aksara slowly smiled and gently ruffled the top of her Lecturer's head. “So far that you're with me? Hmm.” ask Arsyilla.
Eyes that were originally narrowed, slowly widened. The two hands that were originally crossed in front of the chest, slowly decayed just like that. The fear and tension that originally enveloped him, slowly decayed as well.
“You should not be afraid of me, am I your future husband,” said the man so lightly.
Again the script spoke confidently that it said she was her future husband. Though all that is his confession alone, the parents have not made a decision at all.
On one hand Arsyilla shook her head, not thinking that the man was too confident and also so annoying. It felt like Arsyilla was so careless to face the man called Aksara.
“No! Some who would want to marry you, the student on hiatus,” said again who really refused to marry the man who had spent one night with him and at the same time became his student.
The man smiled again and shook his head, “You sure you don't want to accept my answer coverage? If it turns out in the womb you have started to bloom the baby from my seed how?” ask Aksara now openly to Arsyilla.
What the script says is actually a figment of the thumb. The process of fertilization can occur at any time, it could be a single shot and fertilization occurs in there.
Arsyilla shook her head, “Make sure nothing will happen inside here,” she replied with a ketus as both hands moving reflexes holding her stomach still flat.
“Oh yes? Is that sure? Though I had 4 Semesters of Medicine college if the process of Fertilization (fertilization) can occur in just 72 hours. It's been over 72 hours, right? So maybe there will be a baby growing in his womb.” Aksara spoke by moving his eyebrows.
Both of Arsyilla's eyes were perfectly patterned, what the man beside her said was as if making the woman's gaze twitchy. Is it possible that the fertilization process takes 72 hours? What if what the man said was true? Nah! No, Arsyilla told herself that what the man said was not true. He'll make sure he's okay.