Hidden Identity: My Beloved Mafia Queen
Chapter 5: The First Day of Teaching

Campus

Clara walked in leisurely. Of course, he still wears his glasses. Be a concern on campus. Including college boys, who try to tease or mock. He doesn't care.

Greet some teachers. And greet the handsome rector who is very charming. For some reason if approached by him his heart was racing. Usually also the men who approach her, never once make her beat like this. Clara cursed her own heart.

Ck, what a shame!

"Good morning, Miss Clara!" greet Byan. Stop for a minute to say hello to Clara. Then walk back to his room.

Who wouldn't be fascinated with it? When I say hello, it makes my heart melt!

Ish, what are you thinking Clara? You're like you've never seen a handsome man! his grunt while hitting his slightly empty brain.

But he is so handsome!

"Hayo! Again fascinated by the Rector yes!" the sound made Clara surprised. He turned his head towards the source of the voice, then poked his lips up to five centi.

"Sophy!"

"Hehehe."

"The Rector is handsome. And his good looks are no doubt. But baby ... !"

"Darling why?"

"He already has a wife."

"Hehehehe. It's important to me!" clara replied as she passed away. Sofia chases Clara behind her.

"Sir Rector is besides handsome, his family is the owner of this campus!" said Sofia made Clara's steps stop.

"So he's the kid who owns this college?"

Sofia nodded her head.

"But I don't try to fall in love with Mr. Rector. If you do not want to deal with the future wife of the super fierce Rector!"

"Ck," Clara throttled angrily.

Who tries to fall in love? I am just a little fascinated by the hospitality of the Rector!

"Hurry in! You'll be late!"

Clara entered the lecturer's room. All the teachers there greeted him kindly. Including Pak Bima.

The single man who is often called the weathered bachelor continues to pay attention to him. Clara commented on the sweet smile, as the beginning of fellow lecturers' hospitality. Bima returned that smile.

He picked up some books, and briefly studied them. Although he had been in college, he had forgotten a little about what he had learned. Understandably, the black world has changed the way people look and think.

Clara is a smart woman. Just studying, enough knowledge that he will share today for his class later. At least today would be a good start during his time as a lecturer.

Clara went into her class. Take a deep breath, and take it out. Ah, because of nervousness. His stomach feels heartburn. He grumbled to himself in his heart.

"Good morning, kids!" sapana.

"Good morning, Mom!"

"You know me, don't you?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Because we already know me, we don't need to get acquainted anymore. Okay!" he shouted to all the students and students in his class, "Now you open your book page 126, and I will explain a little here!"

Like a professional, Clara teaches in front of students and students. Fortunately, he was once a martial arts coach. So it was not difficult for him to socialize with many people.

How to teach him a relaxed and easy to understand many students who can accept the material taught by the lecturer. Two hours of lessons he gave material. Finally the class finished.

Ah, tired!

Clara leaned her body on the chair. Pull muscles. A little wiping away the sweat that was flowing on the forehead. And that's the sweat that's produced because andrenaline feels challenged in class.

Yes Forgive. I should be a martial arts teacher or a shooting coach. Why be a teacher anyway?

"Well, Mom's great! In a moment they liked Mom!" sofie approached him.

I just realized that Sofia is her protege too!

"Sophia! You're my student?"

"Yes, ma'am." He cheered, "Yes already. Sofia's joined up with friends, Mom!"

"Wait on! You want your girlfriend!"

"Hehehe. Yes, Mom!"

"Sofia, you must hear your mother's message! You can't get too close to a guy like ... !"

"Raphelle. Mean mom!"

"Yup."

"Jump into the well though!" clara exclaimed, "If he is your guy, he should teach you something positive. Not even invite you bawuran or so!"

"Remember, Sofia. Behind you is a mother who has high hopes for you. Would you let her down?"

Sofia turned towards Clara. There was a little guilt in Sofia's heart. His eyes were slightly watery, but, he rubbed them quickly.

"Mom doesn't know what kind of life I'm living! For a long time, my life has been difficult. Being insulted and reviled is my daily food. Only they would accept me with open arms. Rafael and his friends!" exclaim Sofia. Then he just passed by, leaving Clara staring at his sister's departure.

What's the matter? Why does it seem like he is suffering so much? I have to find out!

The teaching class is finished. Clara is getting ready to go home. He stepped his foot out of the lecturer's office. As he passed by the sports hall, he was startled by someone's moaning voice. Clara approached the sports hall, but suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder.

"Mom Clara!"

"By Pak."

Wonderful? That's what's in his brain now. How could there suddenly be Pak Bima behind him. Clara slightly knitted her eyebrows together looking for an answer.

"What are you doing?"

"So I heard a moaning, sir. Did you hear that too?"

"Nope-no. I don't listen to anything!"

"really?"

"I didn't hear any sound, Mom! I'd better get home!"

"All right."

Clara turned her body away from the building. He clearly heard no sound, but, Mr. Bima said no. Ah, let ...

Clara is waiting for the online motorcycle that she ordered not to come. He snorted very annoyed.

I think I should buy a car or a motorcycle. But if I buy a car, where do I put it? While Sofia's house entered the alley. Maybe the bike for now suits me!

Tin ... Tin ... Tin

The sound of car horns blasting his daydream. Makes him a little surprised. A man in black glasses got out of the car.

"Mom Clara hasn't come home yet?" ask the man. After the glasses were removed, Fabyan.

"Sir Fabyan." I don't know why if it's close to him my heartbeat will be dislodged.

Should I go see a doctor? But what doctor can treat a heart that will be dislodged? Is there such a doctor?

Huhhhhhh ...

"Mom Clara!" call again.

"Eh, Mr. Fabyan."

"Mom Clara, is waiting for transport?"

"I'm waiting for an online motorcycle taxi, sir. But not coming!"

"Oh, so. If it's long, let me just take it!"

"No need, sir. I don't want to bother you!"

Just facing my heart has been beating fast, especially if it lingers in the car. I could die of heart disease.

Clara wiped her sweat again!

"Don't really want to?"

"Yes, Sir. Pity also later brother ojeknya, has been ordered and even canceled!"

"All right then!"

"Looks like you're not here, are you?"

"A-pa?" clara's face looks pias.

"Seeing from the dialect, Mother is not here!"

Haha ...

I just smiled wryly!

"I'm not here, sir!"

"Yes, Already. I'll go home first, see you soon!"

"Yes, sir."

Hhhhhhhh. Just make deg-degan!

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