It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
75. The wingless angel

*Sorry so much more brother ... Othor again accomplished something in the real world ... Please pray brother readers who are kind .. hopefully the affairs that lately make the chief author dizzy can be resolved immediately .. aaamiiin ... Eehh .. sad eiy .. Nesya folowers getting less and less. wkwkwkwkwkwk*

"Try repeating, sir? What is meant by waking up together with this Dik Nesya?" asked Mr. Kasman to put up a good hearing.

"Building the school is by my intention, sir."

"I think, Mr. Rendra wants to build a family together with this Dik Nesya. Hahaha .. It turns out I heard wrong." Mr. Kasman with several people who participated in the crush also laughed together while glancing at me and Mr. Arendra.

I thought I heard it wrong myself. It turns out that everyone here heard the same thing.

"Come, sir ... How is the procedure for applying for the construction of a new school unit?"

Mr. Arendra without permission withdrew my hand following these service employees. We were faced directly with the Head of Service and were lucky to still be well received.

"Ohh .. so .. good .. we will try to submit to the Ministry of Education the hope of Sister Nesya, for the establishment of a high school."

Then the Head of the Service thought for a moment. "What if we propose SMK development only? Because in the district there, vocational schools are still very minimal, so it has new potential and increases the interest of SMP graduates to enroll there."

"If it's not wrong there to be rich in agricultural produce, right, Sister Nesya?" ask Kadis.

"That's right, sir. There are many agricultural products, especially coffee that can still be developed again."

"Well, it happens that in the district does not have a major in Agricultural Technology, and in our province, there is only one school that carries the department. This can be the key so that the school is increasingly in demand by junior high school graduates" said Kadis with an interested face.

"That's true, sir. The development of the school is very rapid. In addition to holding the THP department, it can be accompanied by holding a major in Accounting, as well as Marketing. This is all still mutually sustainable, with the hope ..The high school graduate student can apply the knowledge gained in the community." added Mr. Arendra.

Wow, that was totally unthinkable to me. My only hope, is that the future of the children in my hamlet is not just a bed slave anymore. They could see the outside world besides our small hamlet. They could knit ashes that their parents had not tasted before.

Lucky today even met Mr. Arendra. If not, I would be confused as to how.

"But, of course ... for the first test of the procurement of new school units prospective schools must have a prospective principal first."

The principal? Who wants to be the principal there?

"How about, Dik Nesya? Is there a candidate for principal for the school?"

I can only shake my head. "If allowed, let me be the principal, sir."

However, Kadis eyes look narrowed. "You? Have you finished college yet?"

"Not yet, sir. Rather than the construction is canceled because it does not have a prospective principal, yes already .. here, sir. Just make me."

I heard the sound of laughter being held back by Mr. Arendra. The Head of the Department looks smiling. Is my way of saying it less precise?

"Ekhem .. Maybe you should finish college first. Another, who can be the principal, must have an educator certificate. Yes, you could say must be a teacher who has had teaching experience as well."

Hearing the explanation of Kadis made me instantly become a whistle. "Well, there's nothing I can fulfill."

"But, you can be a supervisor of development" said Mr. Arendra.

"Ayeah, that kind of thing?"

"Can ... because later as a provider will require a lot of information to you who submit. So, are you ready?"

"However, I don't understand what to watch, sir. I do not understand at all the measure of sturdiness or anything about development."

"Hah-"

"Well, gini Dik Nesya, we will try to channel your aspirations, to a higher party. Later, I will report through Mr. Rendra all developments and obstacles."

It seems that we have to wait again. Yes already, it's okay. Though, I don't think things will be this difficult. Enough they say allow it or not. If permission goes out then I'll try to build a simple school. If not, please try again and again until the end.

However, after coming to this place, I only realized that everything was not easy. Not so easy to turn a palm. The meeting that made my hopes between up and down was completed. We all shake hands.

"Duh, cool is also the mother of this one ..." said Mr. Arendra.

"Huh? How, Sir?" He answered my question with a smile. He kept following my steps.

"Lhoh? Don't you have business? I want to get out. Please you take care of the unfinished business." I said.

"I just want to make sure you don't fall down the stairs while heading down later."

This is really an absurd reason to require me to see that the level of strangeness is currently at level eight, versus ten. Only two more, fix I'd be weird if it kept close like this to him.

My phone vibrated, and on the screen was written the name of Bang Alven's contact. Mr. Arendra took a peek and read the caller's name.

"Cih, ngabsen mulu? More than just a married couple."

For the sake of my respect for a teacher who has always been an angel without wings, someone who always appears miraculously in my time of need, then. It is better that I receive the call immediately and directly attach it to the ear.

"Hallo, Bang."

📳 "How about the submission?"

"It turns out that it's so complicated?"

"Even Alven you told me. Why don't I?" Mr. Arendra interrupted me with the caller.

📳 "So, are you currently the same Mas Aren?"

"Yes, I just happened to meet you here."

"We've been making a deal since last night." Mr. Arendra said it while throwing his face looking at the other side.

📳 "Ooh .. if-"

"Rendra?"

A greeting from a woman made the atmosphere suddenly stirred because these two brothers, now became silent. I also saw the woman wearing the uniform of a foot clerk about to go upstairs. While we were about to go down to the ground floor opposite to each other in the direction of being on top of the stairs.

If I see, maybe he's a PNS or a teacher who has business in this place. I moved on to the figure called. His face instantly changed back, and the man's hand immediately grabbed my shoulder.

"Come, honey .. You be careful .. Here I help!"

All the feathers on my body seemed to stand up amused. He wants to act in front of this woman? Who her?

"Waaah, it's appropriate that Mr. Rendra is very attentive with Dik Nesya. You're a couple of lovers?" said Mr. Kasman who was behind us.

📳 "What happened? Why did Mas Aren say that? Why are you two said lovers?" said the man across the line.

"Yes, my dear. Do not call when going down the stairs. You can fall later. If you fall I'll be sad." My phone was taken by Mr. Arendra. He impolitely closed the call from his sister.

"I'm sorry .. excuse me. My future wife will pass." Mr. Arendra pushed the woman coldly.