Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] He's my Lecturer?

Chaca POVs

Thankful, a word that can represent my happiness in this moment. Getting a husband who is so considerate, loving, super understanding and patient with all my attitudes.

It wouldn't be like this if he wasn't my husband. Getting married young, for me, is not one of the creepy things that people say. Instead, I get happiness many times over. When the heart is tethered to the right person why should it linger?

Can do anything with a partner without fear of sin and without the neighbor's nyiny. Even if you don't do it, it's sinful. Ah moreover the favor of the heaven of the world.

This morning, I opened my eyes as dawn began to break. The look I get every morning. My husband's plain face while asleep. The face that always adorns my day, the face that always makes me peaceful, calm and happy.

My fingers stroked her cheeks gently, then down her eyes, nose and lips. How perfect you are, my friend. Plus all your gentle attitude and treatment. I'm getting crazy. I love you more and more, Mas Gandhi.

"Morning, dear," he said with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up.

He touched my hand and kissed it. His eyes were still closed, maybe he was still sleepy.

"Sorry, Mas. I'm messing with your sleep, aren't I?" kataku doubt.

"No, it's gonna be dawn soon, right?" he hugged me and kissed me.

I heard a very loud heartbeat.

Whose heart is this?

Not long after, the voice of Azan roared. Gandhi went to the nearest mosque. Because I'm being misled. Usually always stay at home.

Then I went along, used to shower at this hour so I decided to take a shower. After that, I couldn't go back to sleep.

I decided to go to the kitchen. Open the refrigerator and take out the ingredients.

Huff! Cook what?

It used to be Mother who always mix the spices. I was just helping him. So do not really understand what spices are used.

I sat down on the chair near the kitchen table. My arms support my chin, my hands are busy picking up various vegetables that are still confused I have to use. Before long, the door opened.

"Darling! Here!" I cried when I saw Mas Gandhi walking up the stairs.

He looked and smiled, so sweet of my husband. But still he kept making his move.

"Oh, I've been dicuekin!" my grunts lay their heads on the table.

Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. I held my seat, and a kiss landed on my forehead.

"What, Honey? Tumben's not sleeping anymore?" ask Mas Gandhi to touch my hand and then kiss it.

"Teach cook dong, Mas. At the same time Mother, she is always concocting spices," I said as it is.

He rubbed my hair slowly, then picked kale, tilapia and tempeh. The rest is put back in the refrigerator.

"We started from the easy first yes," he said preparing all the cooking utensils.

"Okay, Boss!" sahutku excited.

I started picking the slightly sticky vegetable until it ran out. According to the advice of Mas Gandhi. As for him, wash and clean fish waste. I can't stand the smell, it's like I'm gonna throw up.

"Darling, the roof continues to be stretched" he exclaimed then mentioning all the spices.

"The brownish powder, kiss the hard stuff" he said.

I did what I was told. I opened a small jar lined up on a spice rack. I inhaled. In the second choice my nose felt strong and so spicy that prolonged sneezing.

Mas Gandhi approached me, wiping away the tears that were welled up because of the spiciness of the onion and pepper.

"Eagerness, Honey. If you're used to it must be easy and not cry anymore," he said peeking at me at a glance.

I nodded my head, after the roof was ready I started sauteing it. Mas Gandhi led my hand, one arm curled in my stomach. He hugged me from behind. Sometimes I kiss the top of my head.

'So the more dear 'would have a husband complete package gini.'

The same thing is done when frying fish. Because I was scared, my eyes used to splash on cooking oil. And it traumatizes me, but if guided while hugged from behind who does not feel at home.

When we finished, we sat down on the table. I sat down to taste it. But there is less.

"God! Mas, have not cooked the rice," I patted the eel and then back up.

"Can you forget? Want to eat some side dishes?" candanya shook her head.

I started to take out the rice and wash it. Then put it in magic com. I poured water as recommended by Mas Gandhi and then pressed the cook button after the cable I plugged the socket.

While waiting, we took a leisurely walk in front of the house. It was still too early, not many people passed by. I have not known my neighbors here either.

When I was tired, I asked to go back in. My goal is to go straight to the kitchen. And sparkle when you see the rice is ripe. Stomach that has been rumbling, makes me excited immediately take it and bring it to the dining table.

I am very satisfied, although there is still Mas Gandhi's interference but at least there has been progress.

"Cooked food is full of love, it must taste special. Thank you, dear" said Gandhi.

I smiled, "Love us. It was both cooking," I said after swallowing a mouthful that was very good on the tongue.

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After that, I prepared to go to college. Sending the same husband for sure. He also started working today.

Along the way, we continued to joke. Until I finally got to the campus. I got down and walked over and waved it. He leaned back in the car waiting for me until it disappeared from sight.

I went around looking for my class. Because I was too focused, I hit someone until I fell.

"Oh, sorry," said the girl softly. He moved and stretched out his hand.

"It's okay, I was wrong too" I said, welcoming his hand.

Finally we met, his name was Andin. And we happen to be a major. Let us walk to class. I sat close to him. So excited to talk to Andin, I did not realize that the lecturer had entered the class.

"Ehem! It's so exciting to talk," said the voice of a man I know so well.

I stopped the joke, then turned to face forward. My eyes were perfectly rounded when I saw a man standing on the podium.

"He's my lecturer?" mummify slowly.

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