My Annoying Lecturer's
Dinner

"Sir, tumben ngajak eat? Usually noisier."

Wonder. Mr Arfa, what wind is there? Ngajakin dinner suddenly. Usually busy. He's sure to walk, say he's got a meeting.

It was my turn to watch a Korean drama in a little, already craving. Not invited to watch, cramming. Watching together, there are many reasons.

"Can't you?"

"Tumben. You are busy." I said with sarcasm.

"Riggers?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You've seen the Korean drama that plays goblins yet?"

"Which one?"

"There is an angel of death."

I sharpened my hearing, didn't I hear wrong?

"Touch Your Heart?"

Mr. Arfa nodded his head, "Yes. Maybe."

"Well, half a look."

"Don't you take me?"

Tuh...

Mr. Arfa cuddled if not invited to watch a Korean drama together. Sometimes confused older me or Mr. Arfa.

"Daddy have time?"

"I can make time."

"Oh. So, if I take the road I don't want to. But if you watch the drama. Is that?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Has a fiancee who is very nice.

Patience, Elvia.

"Are you tired of living?"

"Not bored."

"Otherwise if there's you." My voice and Mr. Arfa's voice sounded at the same time. We laughed after that.

I can guess what the fight was Pak Arfa. Not pro yet!

When did we both get sane?

"Elvia, what do you hate most about men?"

"If he breaks commitments, is dishonest, and cheats. Because I think that he's cheating means he's already broken trust."

"That's it, yeah."

"Yes. That father?" Now it's my turn to look at Mr. Arfa with interest.

He's perfect, but yes, smart yes, handsome yes. Why would he want to be the same as me?

Be honest. I have been a few times as his fiancee Mr. Arfa. Beauitiful? Relative anyway. But when compared to the women around Mr. Arfa, I'm just a dust grain. Gracefully? Even that word has been erased from the dictionary of my life.

"I? Don't like? Can you please just like it?"

"What?"

"I like women who are. I like women who can sometimes be friends, sometimes can be a sister, sometimes can be like my mother, sometimes can be invited romance like a girlfriend."

Blushes

For some reason, Mr. Arfa's tone seemed to describe me as the subject of a picture of the woman Mr. Arfa liked.

"Sir, it's in the car. Don't make me ngefly. The roof will leak."

"Your net."

"Belvin. It's crispy. Delicious."

"Be careful with the slab."

"Clamp code?"

"Once I opened the jar."

"It's funny, sir. Haha." I said while laughing forcefully.

"Yes. Haha." Mr. Arfa even followed my laughing style.

Can't we be a sane couple? Romantic-romantic kayaking in korean dramas?!

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"Sir? Eat here?" I said when I saw many street vendors lined up.

"Why? You disappointed?"

I nodded my head, "Yes."

"Oh, huh?"

"Boy must be responsible!"

"You don't like me eating at the five-foot gini?"

"It's not! I'm sorry about dad!"

"So why?"

"I don't bring money. Where's the atm doang. Want to eat here pay what package? Leaf?"

Mr. Arfa seemed to sigh in relief, like Mr. Arfa was wrong with my behavior just now.

"I have cash. Relax dong."

"Father tract?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Much less angry am I snoring a lot?"

Mr. Arfa smiled at my behavior, "What did you eat?"

"OKAY. The deal! Love you more, sir."

"Round eating, just saying love."

"That's all you know, sir." I went down some street food vendors who miraculously made my appetite double.

The food that first caught my attention was satay.

"Mang, 10 pricks yes."

"Mr want to?"

Mr. Arfa looked at me in wonder, "10 stabs together right?"

"It's not enough sir that 10 stabs both."

"Goodoo, Mang." I said while paying and took a bag of 10 skewers.

Ja. I'm going to send you home. It wants to rain.

Mr. Arfa shook his head at my huge appetite, "Kelvin never caught you?"

"Bang Kelvin is stingy."

"Not stingy. If your baby every day is afraid he's broke." Mumbled Mr. Arfa.

"Mister Arfa knows." I said then began exploring one by one the available booths.

"Not satisfied yet?"

I shook my head in response.

"Elvia."

Wait for.

This voice, as familiar?

"Sister Rio?"

"Rio?" Mumbled Mr. Arfa confused when he saw the attitude of the man who suddenly appeared to hug me.

"Sir, when are you coming back to Indo?"

"Yesterday. Direct kangen the same Indo cuisine. That's why here. You alone?"

"Oh, I was invited to the meeting."

Mr. Arfa widened his eyes when he heard the words of a friend I pinned to Mr. Arfa.

"That, yeah. Follow me dong, El. It looks like I'm all alone." Pinta Kak Rio's.

"She's my fiancee, on my way." Just now I want to reply, Mr. Arfa has interrupted my conversation.

Brother Rio smiled, "Happy, El. I still miss you though. Have fun!"

"Yes, Brother. I will contact you if I want to meet."

Mr. Arfa looked at me with a dislike look.

Hehe, biarin!

I make myself jealous sometimes.

"Who?" Ask Mr. Arfa when Kak Rio has passed away.

"What is who?" I asked back, pretending I didn't understand.

"The man who suddenly hugged you."

"former." Reply lightly.

Ja. Brother Rio was my first ex. You can not say the former as well, out of that time Kak Rio never shot. But close to us it can already be concluded like dating people. Friends of that girlfriend.

"Oh, still happy with the ex?"

I nodded my head, "Yes. I haven't seen Rio in a long time."

Mama is jealous.

Not good, right?

"Yaudah, go with him."

"Father jealous?"

"You think?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"If I am jealous. What do you want?"

"What yes?"

Mr. Arfa is silent. I think really angry.

"Sir..."

"Yes..."

Mr. Arfa is still silent.

"Darling..."

Mr. Arfa pinched my cheek angrily, "Next don't make me jealous."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you're turning away. I'm afraid he's more than me."

"Sir..."

"Yes?"

"You know how different it is from what sate?"

"What?"

"If satay is skewered. But, if it's the father, the father who pierced my heart."

"Your race is weak, El."

"Yaudah, try my gombalin father."

"That's it?"

I also ignored Mr. Arfa's annoying remarks.

Btw, we are so crazy. We were fighting in the middle of the night market. Sometimes you have to scream a little, let it sound.

"El, I want to talk seriously." Said Mr. Arfa suddenly.

"Why, Sir?" I said while stopping the activity of sipping green tea that Pak Arfa had bought while waiting for satay. I don't know when Mr. Arfa bought it. What is clear is that suddenly Mr. Arfa has been drinking nyodorin.

"I don't want us to see you often."

I scrunched my forehead confused, what does Mr. Arfa mean?

How come there are these crete sounds, huh?

"What father do you mean?"

"Yes. We don't see each other often." Said Mr. Arfa with a serious look.

"Why?"

"Later my diabetes mellitus."

Huh huh?

What's this?

"What the hell, sir? What collaboration?"

"Sweetness look at your smile." Said Mr. Arfa while holding back laughter.

"Mother bored of living?!"

I also hit Mr. Arfa's arm slowly.

Piqued. I thought that was real.

"Babelle!" My words were greeted with a big laugh Mr. Arfa.

Patience, Elvia.

Got a real gini fiancee.