It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
21. Free service

"Oooh, so Mr Rendra kicked me out?"

The woman called Bu Gendis glanced at me and Lingga in turn. "You are students! Take care of your attitude with your educators!"

I nodded my head. "Good, Mom. Thank you." Thank you." I don't seem to have much to argue. Obey first, than the problem is increasing.

"Then I go to the faculty first, Mr. Rendra." Bu Gendis looked at Mr. Rendra who was busy flipping through the sheets that were out of nowhere. Then he raised his face for a moment, nodded and stared at the sheet back without an answer.

Miss Gendis looks a little disappointed. He fixed the glasses and moved away from us. Then how am I? This situation is very confusing.

"I have to go too, sir?"

"Wait on! You go into my office!"

"Then can I come in, too, sir?" ask Linga.

Mr. Rendra looked at Lingga in a slightly different way to me. "You wait outside first. It's an internal matter for me and my students."

Although I did not understand the meaning of the strange lecturer, I finally slipped first into the workspace Pak Arendra. The work space is not too large, only filled with one chair that can rotate, one table that is not too large, and two chairs are in front of the table.

Around the room were several shelves filled with books. Aah, why do I feel so ashamed of myself? The collection of books that I have is not even up to one shelf space that exists.

Hmmm .. means my efforts are still lacking. I'm still not diligent enough.

"Please sit!"

Mr. Arendra sat in his swivel chair. I sat on one of the wooden benches available. He showed the sheet to me.

"Based on the list I got, you are one of the students I will be mentoring."

"So you're my academic mentor, sir?"

"Yes" he replied briefly without looking at me in the slightest.

"That's it, sir?"

"Who said that was all? Do you remember the last time we met?" This time he opened his phone.

"At Vina's house?"

"No!" said ketus. He showed two bottles that were usually in my storefront as bleach.

Is this .. oh no. My hand reflexively shuts its mouth. Then the photo of the bottle was shifted to show the upper body that is not closed. My reflexes are closing my eyes. Although I myself have gotten used to seeing Bang Alan's upper body, but seeing other men's belongings is of course different.

"Open your eyes! Look it!" snapped it.

"But, Sir!"

"Look!" snapped back.

I had to lower the hand that had covered both eyes. With a slight hesitation, I peeked back at the picture. The screen is dark and locked.

My habit is to reflexively tap on the black screen. However, both of our fingers are clasped. He did the same thing as I thought.

"Ups .. sorry, sir."

"Hm ...." He reactivated the phone. He zoomed in at one point and then handed it to me.

"It's because of the abal-abal perfume you gave me. In addition to my clothes being damaged, the skin became scuffed and sore. You have to account for all of this!"

"Sir, what I give you is a clothing perfume to spray when ironed. Why does your skin become blisters?"

The eyes of the man before me were spinning. "Samma ..." He covered his mouth with the back of a clenched hand. "I happen to use it to spray my body."

Oh my God, what do I have to do to hold this laugh? It feels really funny to imagine the perfume that is sprayed before ironing, even used as perfume for the body. If it is liquid bleach, it will certainly feel very sore.

Realizing this all made me pat my head on reflex considering the stupidity I had done. "Good, Sir. So how much should I pay to make up for the mistakes I have made? This is a completely unintentional mistake."

This man in front of me leaned himself against his chest and raised a mysterious smile. "Do you really want to take responsibility for what you've done?"

"I don't need your money. But I really need you. You must provide free service to me!" He looked straight at me. Then his eyes went down.

What else is this? What's he thinking? I immediately covered my chest with both hands. A cynical smile fell on his lips.

"What do you think I'm a man?"

"She looks so weird?" Oops .. keceplosan.

"You're being too honest, aren't you? Watch out for the grades of your Introductory Accountant course, four CREDITS!"

Well, how does it feel so good huh? "Great huh? It's really good to be a teacher. Play threaten it to bully students? Are you always like this?"

His eyes straight at me sharply. "Whatever you think. The important thing is you have to replace all your negligence that makes me lose physically, and materially."

Is it as severe as this unintentional negligence? "Tell me how much I have to pay! To have all our business done without anything else going wrong."

"Didn't you hear? I'm asking for compensation with two years of free service!"

"What service should I do? Not a ples-ples service, is it?"

"Yes! Must plusplus! You have to do it perfectly! If not, I'll increase your sentence."

What kind of punishment was on his mind? "Why two years?"

"Who knows in two years I have a wife. So I don't need you anymore."

Does he really want me? "Why are there two years left? Aren't you mature and mature? Today you can get married."

"It's not that easy - ekheeemm ...." He seemed to have spoken too much.

"You have to do it for the next two years! You should-"

"The gap! Do-saaaa-ish!" I was hysterical enough to say it. Making that wide palm fill half the face to cover my mouth.

"You're this???" He yelled at me. "It seems you've had too much experience to think badly of me."

Yeah, in my brain just thinking that all men are the same. They just want to be good. Doesn't care how women feel about being hurt. Yes, it would be nice to spread has rat easily.

"Why is that?" He broke my mind thinking badly of him.

"So from tomorrow you have to do it for me!"

"W-what? Why too fast? I'm not ready yet."

He smiled thinly. "Because my clothes have been piling up since I last met you!"

"meaning?"

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Hay-Hay .. Thank you for stopping by my latest work yaa ... This time I want to invite all of you to stop by also at the work of my best friend who is upset by the storm.

Author Name: AG Sweetie

Title of the book: NOT YOU

Blurbs:

The household he desperately maintained all this time, only for a complete identity in the eyes of the world, ended up shipwrecked just like that. The great secret he had hidden for years, was revealed by his confession.

In addition, in the destruction he had experienced, someone from his past came. Someone who was the initial reason for Vlora's destruction. But who would have thought? That person was not the man in question, not Vlora's real past. So who is the person in question? What destruction has he created? And what does that have to do with the secret that Vlora is hiding?