My Annoying Lecturer's
Evil Meow!

"Sir, I'll go to my father's house tonight." I said suddenly on my way home after buying a ketoprak in front of the complex.

"Well?" Ask Mr. Arfa astonished.

"You're looking at me." Reply spontaneously.

Mr. Arfa who was surprised to hear my words then stopped the motor suddenly.

Fortunately, life does not bounce.

"What do you mean?" Ask Mr. Arfa again. This time, Mr. Arfa turned his head back to see my beautiful face. Yes, if I am beautiful.

"Joking, sir." My words held amusedly. You see, Mr. Arfa's face was like a girl who was not ready to be married to her boyfriend. So anxious.

"Show you've missed." Reply Mr. Arfa then continued our journey which had stopped due to the Mau Lamar incident earlier.

I was quiet for a moment too. Strange, kok Pak Arfa like a kesel anyway. I used to joke that I was never angry.

"Sir? Getting angry?" I said taking off my helmet. It turned out.

Mr. Arfa did not respond to me and instead pushed my shoulder slowly, a sign that was told to step aside because it blocked the motor that wanted to be returned to the garage.

"Sir.com also my father often joked that. I've never been angry, sir." I was confused. Joking around angry. Usually also Mr. Arfa is worse if joking me.

"Are I kidding you?" Ask Mr. Arfa in a flat tone.

"Either." My words are a little nervous because Mr. Arfa now looks at me intensely.

"When?"

"That's why you said I'm beautiful, don't take another guy. I'm not angry, sir." I replied while holding back the saliva when finishing my speech because it was stared too deep by a pair of sharp eyes of Mr. Arfa.

"I didn't lie about that." Said Mr. Arfa with a piercing tone. The one word that defines the present situation, is spooky.

"Whatever, sir. Keep joking. Oh yes sir, I will go to my father's house tonight to perform the duties of Ms. Ningsih. Tomorrow I have business so I can't go to college." Mending stopped to fight Mr. Arfa, rather than hangers because he saw Mr. Arfa's eyes were really sharp.

Then I immediately went to my house to avoid Mr. Arfa.

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Some say the name is very important. Wh why? Because it is said that the name affects the nature of a person.

But I am one of those who do not believe. A person's name and personality are two different things.

Elvish. You know what my name means? Pft. Don't laugh but.

It means someone who is enterprising and a good fairy.

Ja. Giat from where, far too many words from the dictionary of my life. The proof of the task from last month, I just did today. Today is his deadline. Instead of adding tasks, design today.

"Sir, Bang Kelvin how many days have you been home?" I asked Mbak Ica when Mbak Ica went into the room nganter clothes that already fragrant. Hehe.

"2 days, neng." Answer Ma'am Ica.

"Over a long time, Ma'am. Ordinary brother must be ngabarin." Mumbles.

"Yes, Neng. Try calling Mas Kelvinnya. Who knows, it's busy." Advice to Ica.

"Udah, Ma'am. But it's not lifted. Brother just sent WA a message that Brother is again at Papa's house." Say slowly.

"That's it, yes Neng. Yaudah, wait for Neng."

"I think I should follow, Mother."

"Yaudah, follow Neng. The house of Ntar Mbak is guard." Said Mbak Ica.

After packing clothes to follow Bang Kelvin to Papa's house, I decided to go to Pak Arfa's house to gather assignments.

Owe tuh duty more burden than keinget has not paid Mang Tatang meatballs.

Actually the task of Bu Ningsih was to stay neatin anyway, so it was not too much. It should be if I was diligent already from 1 week ago the task was already stretched.

"I'm busy. Tomorrow it's just." Just touched the living room sofa Mr. Arfa, Mr. Arfa has replied with a sharp tone.

"I can't do it tomorrow, sir. I'm goin. Could be a few days."

Mr. Arfa frowned in surprise, "Where?"

"Out of town." Ja. Papa's house in Bandung. I don't know, even though the office, Papa's family is all in Jakarta. Just maybe Papa wants to find a new atmosphere like Mama.

"Who?"

"Finished."

"Chick or boy?"

How does it taste a bit not good well, the feeling of being smeared with the question of mulu daritadi.

Just become a prospective husband is already this possessive, especially if already a real husband.

"Handsome mom, hehe."

Lah, nicknamed Mas Alvin hehe. Gapapa, the fact is Mas Alvin is handsome.

"Who? Mas handsome?"

"Yes. Mas Alvin."

"You call him Mas?"

I nodded, "Yes. Why?"

I don't know why but I feel Mr. Arfa is a little annoyed with my words just now, "Well with him?"

"I didn't expect your taste buds to be that low." Continue Mr. Arfa who really hurt my feelings.

"What taste? Don't fuck, deh." I was holding back the turbulent anger.

"I didn't expect you to easily go out of town with a friend you've only known for a few days."

Actually, it is not entirely wrong to say Mr. Arfa. So, I never leave alone, so I want to ask people to help me to help me get a ticket. It's up to you to say I'm a gaptek. Because the fact is so.

I was talking to Mas Tamvan. If I confide in Mr. Arfa, then it will be answered, "Yes." "Trus?" "What does it have to do with me?" or the worst possibility of being mated, dikatain, insulted until Pak Arfa is satisfied.

Rather than being tempted to confide in Mas Tamvan. Who knows about the solution. Because I never take care of things like that. The effect is too lazy to learn and also just want to take care of aja ya gini.

"I want to go to Bandung too. Flight at 9. I ordered 2 tickets. At first my mother wanted to come. But suddenly there's business so go first, you want to come?" Tawar Mas Alvin, which I did without thinking.

Okay, back to the present. I was stunned for a moment to hear Mr. Arfa, Mr. Arfa is the type of person who is difficult to hear the explanation of others. So why am I re-clearing? Waste time.

I went with Mas Alvin just one plane, the rest was mah ga together.

Is that in the eyes of Mr Arfa?

"Yes. It's up to you to tell me what. I'm going." I said then put Ms. Ningsih's duties on the living room table.