Lecturer & Rector
Mas or Sir?

After being left behind by Tias' father, Anisa was still pondering on her work desk. “Iiih, can you please leave me alone? I don't dare to fight pak rector”.

Someone patted him on the shoulder. “Why you?”. Asked an old woman from Anisa.

“hehehe, it's okay buk”. Answer Anisa.

“Your name is Anisa right?”. Ask her.

“Iya ma'am. Sorry, whose name is mom?”. Ask Anisa.

“My name is Salsa. Have you started working today?”. Ask Ms. Salsa.

“It seems like not yet ma'am, I do not know what courses and classes”. Answer Anisa.

“You better ask now, because the course you want can be held by the rector. Poor him, has taught many classes still plus take care of campus”. Obviously bu Salsa at length.

“Oh, so is it mom? Yes already then, I am in the room of the rector sir now”. Answer Anisa. Ms. Salsa just nodded her head with her smile. Anisa also moved from her chair to the rector's room.in front of the rector's room Anisa hesitated to knock on her door.

“Duuh, how are you? How am I afraid?”. Anisa flinched herself in front of the entrance.

“What is the vector like? I hope it is like Afif... ”. Anisa does not know about the rector of this university. Because Anisa's interview time only focuses on the director of this campus. He was still shocked, he could have chatted with the campus director casually. While the people around him looked down ta’dim (falling) on him.

Anisa started knocking on the door. Suddenly came out a handsome, dignified man, luaar ordinaryaa. The two of them looked at each other and looked at each other.

“Astaghfirullahal’adzim... Yes Allaah”. Anisa.

“Astaghfirullah..” Connect Farhan.

“There can I help mbak?”. Farhan.

“Eh, emm, the.. I have a need with mr. Rector”.Anisa replied with a little nervousness.

“Ooh, rector sir huh? Can... let's please enter”. Farhan.

“Please sit”. Connect Farhan.

“Thank you”. Answer Anisa.

“What do you drink mbak?”. Tawar Farhan's.

“Oh, no need sir. I want to meet with the rector sir. no need to bother”. Answer Anisa.

“It turns out he doesn't know that I'm the rector? Hahaha, that's funny. I was in Interview”. The inner voice of Farhan.

Farhan sat down before Anisa. “Please, there need what?”. Ask Farhan.

“emm, the father of the rector is absent sir?”. Ask Anisa.

“hahaha, you don't know the rector of this University yet? Make you interfiew.” Ask Farhan.

“My own vector by Anisa Azzahra”. Farhan said by emphasizing the name of Anisa.

Anywhere made dumbfounded.

“Astaghfirullah. I am sorry sir. I apologize profusely”. Anisa Sesal.

“Just right the lecturers call him Mas.” Inner Anisa. He patted her forehead. It feels so shameful. His cheeks turned red instantly.

“Already, it's okay.. I understand it”. Answer Farhan.

“Thanks pak”. Answer Anisa.

“Masyaallah.. those cheeks, how cute this woman is God..” Inner Fahri. He immediately brushed off his daydream.

“You're here to ask about the schedule, right?”. Ask Farhan.

“Iya pak”. Answer Anisa.

“At this time I can not be sure which courses you will be able to. Monday you start teaching 3rd fikih courses in PAI Study Program. On that day I gave a complete schedule for you”. Farhan.

“Good sir, thanks”. Anisa. Farhan nodded his head.

“Alright sir, maybe that's it. I beg you to resign.”. Pamit Anisa's.

“Iya, monggo please..”. Answer Farhan.

“Assalamu’alaikum”. Anisa.

“Wa’alaikumussalam”. Answer Farhan.

“Oh yes!! Lisa! ”. Call Farhan.

“Iya sir?”. Answer Anisa.

“Do not call me sir yes.. I think, I am still young... hahaha”. Farhan.

“Emm, good sir... uh! I mean by Faridz”. Anisa replied and she immediately sauntered out of the rector's room. Anisa had seen the signboard on Farhan's desk. He felt happier if he called the handsome rector by the name of Pak or mas Faridz.

Anisa did not return to the lecturer room, she went straight home. Because mbak Tias has given a message through WA that Anisa can go home first on the grounds that she just started teaching Monday afternoon.

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