My Annoying Lecturer's
Dupus

I scrunched my forehead in wonder. Just after my complicated conversation with Mr. Arfa was over, now my feelings must be tested again when my eyes see the figure of the woman I often call with a hunchback.

"Why?" I asked with a tone of no woles.

Fortunately, before I met the hunchback I had rearranged my appearance that previously looked messy.

"Someone wants me to talk to you."

I stared dislikefully at the cuckoo. This week my emotions are indeed unstable, innate want emotion only if you see meow let alone huddle.

"You what?" I'm lazy.

"Not here. Come with me."

Judekah. I followed the huddle who talked at the campus cafe.

"So?" I asked to the point.

"I'm going to the point."

I nodded my head in response.

"I need Arfa." Delia.

I laughed blandly when I heard Delia's statement. My brain was a little stifled, like it was difficult to respond to the three words that Delia said.

"You need? Then you think I don't need it?"

Loving Mr. Arfa taught me to be more assertive. If usually I am too lazy to respond, then now my mouth is itching to scatter.

Delia looked a little surprised at my words. He probably did not think that the usual me selow-selow could turn into ganash.

Let me know how you feel, cuckoo! Elvia is ganash! So don't macem-macem!

"I need him more."

"But love isn't just about need or not? But about taste."

"Aren't you guys broken up?"

"Where do you know?"

For some reason, my usual question managed to make Delia eighth.

"I'm just guessing." Said Delia with a slightly vibrating tone of voice.

"Oh, yeah. So you're just here to tell me about this?"

"If yes. I'm sorry, I can't take Mr. Arfa to you." My next.

"I'm pregnant."

I scrunched my forehead, "Then? What does this have to do with me?"

"I haven't finished talking."

I was silent as a sign so that Delia could continue her words.

"The son of Mr. Arfa." His words that managed to make my breath choked for a while.

"-you mean?" Honestly, now my brain is trying to digest the meaning of the sentence that Delia said.

"I don't think you're stupid enough to understand what I'm saying."

"So. I don't believe."

"Do you know that Arfa has been abroad?"

I nodded my head, "Yes. So then?"

Delia smiled strangely, "You also know that she's there to see me?"

I clenched my mouth trying to hold back from speaking rudely.

"It looks like that first. Thank you for taking the time for me." Delia said and left me sitting with a flurry of thoughts.

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"Sir, there's Arfa below."

"Take it home." Shouted from the room.

"Your plate, deck."

I frowned hearing Bang Kelvin's words. What the hell Bang Kelvin, make the mood even worse.

"Elvia."

That voice sounds familiar. I immediately pulled out the blanket that covered almost my entire body.

"Sir Arfa!?" I said in a slightly high tone in surprise.

Mr. Arfa walked into my room with a very messy appearance. Very different from Mr. Arfa who I know with a neat image.

"Sir..." Saying slowly. It was so slow it almost sounded like whispering.

"El, I'm sorry. I don't want us done."

"Sir, I'm tired. Please don't see me first."

I was afraid my emotions were controlling my behavior. Therefore, I decided to avoid Mr. Arfa first.

"El..."

"Sir, please..."

Mr. Arfa rubbed his face violently.

"I'm home."

I also just silently heard the words of Mr. Arfa who weakened.

"Sir..."

"Yes?" Mr. Arfa turned his body to look at me.

Seen from his gestures, he was like an enthusiast when he heard me call him.

"Do you know why I hate the night?"

Mr. Arfa was confused by my rather random statement.

"You mean, El?"

"Because when night comes, my heart feels even more broken and unable to bear the wound, sir. My thinking is so convoluted that it makes my heart claustrophobic when remembering the wounds you have inflicted."

"I don't know, El. What wounds? I hurt you?"

"According to father?"

"El, please don't twist."

"The father is one."

"Father is too close." My next.

"Over this time, it should be me who is always the initiative in our relationship. Father know? Every time there is a story, something goes wrong or goes well, when I hear a funny story, hear a good fight, even when I am in trouble. He was the first person I wanted to meet to share. But what about dad? In fact, I'm not sure if you feel the same way."

Mr. Arfa was speechless hearing the long line that I had uttered without any intention of replying. Just listening.

"Do you know what hurts the most?" My words paused for a moment while wiping away the tears that had been running rough since when.

"When I heard the rumors about the father, but I was too afraid to ask. I'm too scared to know the facts."

"Elvia..."

"Do you know today has been a very difficult day for me?"

"Sorry."

"Look! Didn't you ask me why I was crying? You just say sorry which of course can't help at all."

"Elvia, I think you need some alone time."

"No, Sir! I don't need it! All I need is honesty. If you're still in love with someone else, why play with my heart?"

"That's it. I think I should just end it. I'm tired, sir. Please come out."