Mr. Galih, my Sexy Lecturer!
ONE STEP CLOSER

Mas Galih took me out to lunch at his satay stall. Warung Sate Pak Minto, located not far from the Galih mas house, by motorcycle only takes approximately three minutes to get to the stall.

Mas Galih said, actually we could walk from his house to this stall. It was his habit that if the nights were hungry, he went to a satay stall Mr. Minto on foot, and vice versa went home on foot, while lowering food to the stomach. A term that many Javanese people use. Usually because of eating too much, the stomach becomes full, feels up to the throat, so when it feels relieved, it is said that the meal has reached the stomach. From the beginning, it was in the stomach.

While eating lunch, Galih asked a lot about my life. He asked about my parents background, especially about aunt Nia, why I could stay with him and so on. Mas Galih also asked a few questions about my views on life, my plans during college, and if I graduated later. Whether I have goals or have plans for what to do after college. A rather heavy lunch. Is it because he's a lecturer, so his chat has to be gini heavy? Where's this first date, uh, ngarep. Hehe.

Actually during the conversation, I was a little confused. Why would Galih want to know my personal life. But it seems like he did it to fill the time during our meal, so as not to bosen yes times rather than diem-diem aja.

But the more familiar, mas Galih the more interesting. It turns out that not only is he handsome and smart, he also cares about his environment, plus during our conversation, I feel very understood, mas Galih is a good type of listener. He asked a lot of questions, and really listened to what I was talking about. It seems because Galih can give feedback on every chat and my story.

Duh, it's becoming more and more so.

After lunch, we returned to the library to continue studying library book management. At around three in the afternoon the library began to be quiet only a few children who were included as perpus administrators. After finishing eating, Galih disappeared into his room to work. Looks like there's a deadline for making materials for tomorrow's lecture. Actually it does not really disappear, because the door of the room is open, so if I want a little centil, yes can just pretend to pass and ngintipin the handsome if again serious work kayak where his face, yes, still sexy what's not? Haha. But luckily I was still a little sane, so I didn't carry out my dirty thoughts. Hohohoho.

"Ran, let me drive you home. In the afternoon, the children were also lonely at home." Suddenly we heard the voice of Galih from the direction of the hallway. The location of the reception desk of the library facing the pantry that turned the hallway towards the room mas Galih, should be when mas Galih emerged from the hallway of his room I can see its greatness. But I'm a simple craftsman, so it's a little bit of a shock when Galih suddenly appears. And even bengong see the figure of Galih mas.

"Don't you want to go home?".

How's it? How's it? if I was wrong because most people think that yes. Hehe. But this time I wasn't wrong, was I? What did he say??.

"You want 'gold' anterine to come home?".

He called himself 'gold' in front of me. Duuuuh so want to jump his hug while saying "Yes mas, adek want to go home delivered 'mas'". Hahaha.

"Ran, how come you're still dumb?" ask Galih once again.

"Oh yes, well, it's been a cloudy afternoon as well."

Finally when mas Galih drove me back home to Aunt Nia on a motorcycle, drizzle down. Mas Galih offered to wear a raincoat, but I refused.

"Gum drizzle aja mas, besides my home is also not far away. God willing, safe to home.

Whereas in my brain, strange thoughts wander. From nawarin wear raincoat, what if 'mas' nawarin hugs?. Your back is very, very hugable. My hand gatel from earlier held back.

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...As soon as I got home, I immediately ran into the room and covered my mouth that could not stand the excitement. ...

...One step closer to mas Galih. From tomorrow, what surprises will happen?. ...

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