My Annoying Lecturer's
My dear Brother My brother is very bad

"Good afternoon, Mr. Arfa." This is me lahapanya already like a person who wants to nawarin insurance only.

"What's wrong?" Bales once greeted me, sir. Oh my gosh, really bad.

"Tadi Bu Ningsih told me to take the father."

"Oh."

This oh doang?

"Yes, so?"

"H-huh? So what's sir?" Duh, so gini wave. Yes Vi time, get married. Let's go, I'm mah.

"Where's your reference?" Very flat tone Mr. Arfa. Forgive me, if not the lecturer has gone me. What a joke, sir!

"But sir. Take it first." I also took a sheet of paper that I had arranged in such a way so that in the stamp of the neat child it was the same lecturer.

"Oh, did I copy yesterday?" Well, it turns out true my guess, this father is still vengeful.

Jeez, shut up. Instead of being wrong again.

"Oh yes sir, this is for you." I give you a paper bag that does not know what, because Aldo who bought it earlier, as a sign of apology.

"This what?" Ask Mr. Arfa while looking at the astonished paper bag that I thrust.

"I'm sorry, sir." May the heart of Mr. Arfa be broken.

"You think you can bribe me?"

Aldo's idea is unbelievable. If there is a creature that can not be dialusin, I believe it was Mr. Arfa.

"It's not what I mean."

"So?"

"Take it, sir. I bought it too. I'm back in the shop."

To the right of Mr. Arfa's eyebrows raised a sign of feeling strange with my speech like it. Mr. Arfa did not bother with the gifts I gave, in fact under the table he also received many gifts from other students

I'm giving them, too, but I don't mean anything about them. I was just giving it to Aldo Doang's advice.

"Bu Ningsih maternity leave. Probably 3 months less. I'm replacing him." Mr. Arfa suddenly said as if he had read my mind.

Huh huh? So I have to keep Mr Arfa until the job is done?

"Where Sir? I can do my job, right?" I asked when I saw Mr. Arfa who seemed to have read the sheet of paper that I had photocopied yesterday.

"Who do you ask to help find this material?"

"I'm alone, sir." I'm actually pretty smart, but reckless is more successful at dominating my watered-down brain.

"Mother doesn't believe? Gini-gini I finished with an average UN value of 90s sir. Pinter is me." I don't know why, I even fucked gini.

Mr. Arfa seemed uninterested in hearing my boasting bouts. Seen from how he was busy struggling with his laptop.

"I want to see you make half first." Finally talking to Mr. Arfa after being silent for about 5 minutes.

"Don't forget you're having trouble in my class too." Continue Mr. Arfa.

Alah, this is mampus. Time of duty again?

"Out again, sir?" My toot.

"You want another assignment?" Ask Mr. Arfa back.

"Yes, don't want to, sir." My answer. Imagining more tasks feels heavy. Heavier than died ldr girlfriend.

"So my asdos, will you?"

Don't want! I want to answer it directly. I'm the one who's a lecturer's assistant? Not wrong with horror?

"But, sir."

"If you don't want to."

"But don't blame me if you have to go home next semester." Connect Mr. Arfa.

Inhalers..

Exhalants..

Huft-pull breath exhaust. Patience, Vi!

"Don't dong sir."

"I'm lazy to do my job. Mending me to benefit your energy."

"There are other students who are more competent sir than me."

"You're pinter, right?" Answer Mr. Arfa.

This is what people say your mouth harimaumu. I was wrong to say it again.

"That's it, sir." My sangkal.

"So?" Ask Mr. Arfa back.

By the way, the lecturer room is very quiet. Maybe it was too late afternoon, right? But it's still 4 o'clock.

"Yes, sir." My disconnect. Than repeat? If you repeat it means to meet Mr. Arfa, Ms. Ningsih, you have to pay for college money again. Next semester we have to start an internship! Can't repeat!

Mending is hard now. If said Devi anyway, assemble raft upstream swim-swim to the edge. Be sick first have fun then.

"Good."

Good for that?

"I'm sorry, sir." My pamit. Although upset, he is still a lecturer that I must respect. Yeah no?

"In the meantime, no WA how many are you?" Ask Mr. Arfa.

Why is it a number? Hmm. biosy is suspicious.

"You're my assistant. If I don't know your number, how do I contact you?" Mr. Arfa is psychic like him. He can guess my thoughts.

Mr. Arfa also gave his phone to me. When I finished, I left immediately. I don't know, the aura in the lecturer's room is really not. That serem.

Gini's a famous boy, hasn't been left in half an hour. Just opened the phone, it has a lot of chat. Not from one man, heheh.

Aldo Denandra

EL

ELVIJAH!

WOII!

15.30

Elvia Avaretta's

Huh huh?

Wham

G legit ngegas woi!

16.10

Aldo Denandra

Lu udh ksh papwr bag?

Elvia Avaretta's

Udh

Knp?

Typo woi's! Wkwk

Aldo Denandra

Pestilent

Elvia Avaretta's

Whaan?

Who's mampus?

Aldo Denandra

I was wrong

It was wikwik magazine

Read

Mucus! Please kill the life in the mawa.

I want to curse, berate, even mutilate Aldo right now!