I LOVE YOU LECTURER!
Why Did I Never Fall in Love?

*Saddam Barraq Family Home*

The day is getting dark, the Sun has left Bumi part of Jakarta and its surroundings. Jova reached her home and immediately entered her room on the second floor.

A room dominated by blue and white on the walls, sky - the room sky, as well as the bed and objects around it.

Blue and white are her favorite colors.

After bathing Jova changed her clothes with a house shirt, then combed her hair and tied her origin. Then he went out of the room, down the stairs, to the dining table that already had Father, Mother, and his sister Tristan.

"Good night, Dad, Mom!" greet Jova.

"Night, baby!" answer Mom and Dad at the same time.

"Why is your face so tangled, brother?" ask Tristan.

Jova did not answer, she flicked her lips, a lazy sign answering her sister's question.

"Are you in love and confused by the feeling of falling in love that you never had?" tristan asked again, with a wry smile.

Jova only glanced at Tristan who was sitting on her left. His father and mother only noticed the behavior of the two of them.

"ah! it seems like my brother has turned to stone because it's been in a race for too long!" teasing Tristan by tapping her index finger on the table eat quickly while glancing at Jova.

"SILENCE!" without aba - aba Jova yelled at her sister while stepping firmly on Tristan's right foot.

"Open!" Tristan paused and reflexively raised his right leg quickly under the dining table. Forgetting his feet under the dining table, his reflexes added to his unluckiness that night. His knee hit the edge of the lower dining table. "Aduuuhhhh!"Jerit Tristan again.

"Ups! Ahhaha!" Jova looked up at her sister's misfortune.

Dad and Mom just smiled cutely at Tristan who was still enduring the pain.

"Who told you to mock me! You're a man, just sick!" ejek Jova's.

"Based on bar girls, it's worth it you never had a boyfriend. Men are afraid to make you fall in love with them!"tristan said with his knees.

Jova raised her left hand, about to shake her sister's head, but Mother interrupted their debate first.

"Once, let's eat. You Tristan take care of that. Don't keep mocking your brother - keep going!" say Mother.

"Heem, alright!" answer Tristan.

They all picked up the food menu they wanted to eat for tonight. Mom put rice and side dishes on Dad's plate.

No one spoke all night. Only Jova and Tristan still glanced at each other with their sharp eyes, and occasionally blotted their lips together. Only they know what it means. The mother who saw just shook her head.

After the dinner session is over. Tristan stood whispering in Jova's ear beside her.

"Acute Jomblo!" quickly Tristan stood up while holding back a laugh and took a thousand steps before being devoured by his inner female Wolf.

Jova immediately stared intently at her sister who had reached the family room, her hands clenched firmly.

Then stand up, walk casually with Dad and his mother moved into the living room. It is the custom of this family. After dinner they immediately move to the family room to chat or tell stories.

"What is your story, why is your face so sour?" Mom opened the chat.

Jova's gaze was still fixed on Tristan, with her lips pursed. His brain was still on the word Tristan whispered in his ear. I realized Jova's gaze.

"So, come on, let's tell!" add Mother.

"Company finance has not increased bu. I'm just worried this situation will make the company worse. The various ways I did to increase sales, still no increase. All our products, even products from other small companies are rivaled by products issued by companies as large as Group G. Do Mom and Dad know? Group G almost issued all kinds of products to rival standard products like our company. Group G has really taken over the market in the last few months. If it wasn't for the clients loyal to Dad, they would have run away and might have tried to work with Group G. And it's been almost two months there's been no increase in turnover in our company!" jova was at length.

"Actually I have heard this situation from my friends. Group G has a new CEO, whose work really affects the progress of Group G." said Father.

"So you know about the new CEO?" jova asked a little surprised.

"Yes" replied Dad briefly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" ask Jova disappointed. "I only learned a few weeks ago from Mr. Hasan!" jova.

"heehmm, I wonder what her face looks like, she's really mysterious!" jova said as she glanced up, imagining the mysterious face.

"If you've seen his face, what do you want, brother?" tristan asked with a mysterious smile. "You want to make her fall in love with you?" god again.

"Your mouth can be silent no!" snapped Jova instantly.

"So, brother, instead of you dizzy thinking about the company, just try to approach the CEO. If he likes you, he will definitely help you increase your turnover!" tristan continued with his sly smile.

"You think I'm that cheap. You snot boy!" answer the fiery Jova - neat. "If I meet him, I want to curse him out. I'm gonna hit him in the head, and see what's in his head. How can his brain be that smart," continued Jova full of ambition with his hand moved as if he was hitting an opponent.

"Bychishh! I'm not sure if my brother would do that. It's my feeling to say that you'll fall in love when you see her for the first time!" ledek Tristan with a mysterious smile while raising his eyebrows several times.

Jova was very lazy to hear the teasing of her sister. He only answered with a sharp look that seemed ready to pounce on his younger brother. His rough breathing did not make Tristan afraid, instead he was more and more mocked his brother.

"Sister, you're 22 years old. And have never dated, aka singles acute. So you try to get close to him. Not bad, a CEO as rich as him is definitely as handsome as me!" tristan continued to lift his shoulders in his cool pretentious style.

"I can't possibly fall in love with someone who's trying to beat our little company" Jova replied by raising the corner of her lazy lip. "The wood is also handsome and rich, but not in the least I fell in love with it," continued Jova.

"I suspect you're not normal, brother," Tristan ledek relaxed like an innocent.

"I feel like I want to bombard your mouth that's Tris!" Jova throws a sofa cushion, and lands perfectly on Tristan's face. Tristan was not angry and laughed at her brother's behavior.

"Sister, reduce your hard head is sis!" sahut mother.

"Don't hate someone too much, what if you fall in love with them?" father's advice.

Jova took a breath and threw it away violently.

"You're getting old, brother, aren't you afraid of being a spinster?" said Tristan who did not get tired of teasing her brother.

This time Jova stood up, walked over to Tristan and pulled Tristan's head off.

"So, you know what about old prawan!" snapped Jova while crossing her arms over her chest. Then he threw his body back on the sofa where he was sitting.

"in 5 years, if you don't get married, you'll be an old man!" Tristan giggled himself looking at Jova's pouting expression.

"I'm going to sleep!" jova stood up and left the family room. Climb the stairs, walk towards her room.

Tristan laughs more and more at Jova's defeat arguing with him. Mom and Dad were upset - with their behavior.

In the room Jova put her body in her comfortable bed. His eyes looked at the sky - the sky of his room. I don't know what he's thinking right now.

Jovanka is a beautiful girl and what she is. He was always serious at work despite his usual achievements - ordinary. Karate and archery are her hobbies. College is boring, he says. But he still had to go to college, because he did have to continue his father's company.

After an hour he lay with his mind out of nowhere. He got up to his desk. Taking a stack of paper contained in his handwriting as much as 10 sheets. inscribed with the lyrics of the song Indonesia Raya, which is none other than the punishment for being late 5 minutes entered in his killer lecturer course yesterday.

"What is my sentence?" he stared at the sheet of paper. "The lecturer loved punishing me. Garuda Pancasila and Proclamation songs I've written before." put the sheet back. "May I'm not late tomorrow. I'd better get some sleep now."

He got out of his study chair and climbed up on the bed again, then fell asleep quickly.

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A man, dubbed the Son of Gibran, was sitting on the balcony seat of his apartment. His gaze was gazing towards the star-filled sky tonight, but the moon was invisible from his balcony.

His mind was directed at a girl who always stole his sight. Though the girl never sought attention to him, or spread charm on him or other men. And he realized many men were stealing glances towards the girl.

"Why does that girl always cross my head?" mumbling slowly. "I don't know, I hate you or I like you. Your movements are so interesting to my eyes."

His left hand held a cigarette and sucked it back. After the suction he pressed and turned the cigarette on the ashtray on his front desk. He stood walking up to the glass wall of the balcony, putting both his hands there.

"Aaaakkkhhh!!!" his screams were short, both of his hands scratching the rough of his hair. "Today, there was a girl in my head. And disrupt my brain's working system!" said it.

His rough breathing ended his activities on the balcony. He went into the room, picked up his phone on the nightstand.

📨 Pick me up tomorrow morning at the apartment!

Message to his assistant.