My Annoying Lecturer's
Elvia Ngelamar Pak Arfa?

After arriving in Bandung, I also decided to stop by Papa's house first. Ntar I'm cursed to be a bad boy again if not nyamperin Papa, Heheh.

"Sir, why go to Papa Bentar's house?" Manya make sure.

Mr. Arfa glanced at the watch attached to his right hand, "Gapapa, really. There's still plenty of time."

"Yes! Thanks Mr. Arfa!"

"But that's over you have to get ready for pain."

"Why?"

Mr. Arfa also pointed the top of my head to my feet, "Need to be revamped."

I punched Mr. Arfa in the arm, "What's the grub? Do you want me to have plastic surgery?! I still love myself, sir.

"I don't mean permak that one."

I who now understand what Mr. Arfa meant immediately giggled in horror, "Sir, please. My dad said I was beautiful for what I was."

"Don't halu. I never said that."

"Yes sir?"

"However, El. But you'll be prettier if you want to dance. It's my family's event El, time yes to the wedding party pack the same jeans t-shirt."

I held my laughter, "Beautiful dong, sir."

"El..."

Because I could not stand the face of Mr. Arfa, I decided to agree with Mr. Arfa's request.

For a while the atmosphere was quite quiet. Mr. Arfa is focusing on driving while I'm focusing on streaming.

"Oh yes, sir." My sudden, unbroken speech made Mr. Arfa a little surprised.

Actually, the atmosphere of silence like that was one of the rare moments. Tumben really, am I the same Mr. Arfa can calm?

"Yes?"

"The letter of the Father, Mas Alvin."

Mr. Arfa replied with a wry smile, "Yes, I know."

"Did you know?" I said while squinting my eyes.

Mr. Arfa nodded his head, "I'm actually less sure, but from the reply of his letter I was a bit hesitant

if that's your writing. It's good."

"Sir! Please don't slip insults in between stories."

"I actually met Delia when you said I was pregnant with her."

"There he told me that it was actually Alvin who gave him the idea to talk to you. I asked him how he could

know Alvin. The answer he did, he did have time to meet Alvin when Alvin again work as a photographer."

"I didn't expect it, sir. Alvin's so bad."

"Actually I can't be mad at Alvin, El. Because he seems sincere with you, so he is blinded by love. But I'm not happy that he's close to you, for fear that your heart will waver."

"Yes, sir. Alvin is so good."

"I told you Elvia, don't praise anyone but me."

"Basic jealousy!"

"What did you say?"

"Father handsome."

"Jealousy is a sign of affection, El."

"Just let it go, let it spit."

"Ntar in the salon don't do much. Let's spit."

"Yes Mr. Bawel."

"No, Mr. Cute."

Then our conversation stopped because it had entered the salon for approximately two hours would be hell for me.

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"Sir! Beautiful isn't?"

Mr. Arfa noticed my appearance. Knee-length dresses are pink, hair that is allowed to decompose and wavy at the ends of the hair, as well as heels that add a high impression to my posture.

"ugly."

I scowled in annoyance, "But his eyes sparkled sir just look at me."

"Your pretty clothes."

"Don't be, sir. I know if I am beautiful. Why is Mr. Arfa now salting anyway?"

Mr. Arfa turned his face for a while, I think it looks gemash.

"Sir! Come on!"

"Where to?"

"To party. Where else is it?"

It seems like due to nervousness, Mr. Arfa became a little unfocused, "El, I'm pretty sure you're mentally strong. Aye right?"

I scrunched my forehead, "Hm? Do you doubt my mental self? If I was mentally weak, I wouldn't want to be like you."

Mr. Arfa snapped my head slowly, "Are you sure? Hold the fuck up, right?"

"I didn't learn martial arts, sir, how to stand it." My elak.

"I'm serious, Elvia. Because my family is scarier than Thanos."

"Sir, love can defeat my fear of your family. Just calm down." I said with a steady tone.

Mr. Arfa smiled with satisfaction at my answer. Even though Mr. Arfa knows I'm a big deal.

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"Arpha."

When I heard a heavy voice but sounded authoritative, just hit my hair goosebumps. I'm sure one hundred percent that it must be Mr. Arfa's father. You see if others call Mr. Arfa there must be frills sir because they are reluctant.

"Pa," said Mr. Arfa with a faint smile. 

My wrist was immediately grasped by Mr. Arfa, it seemed like Mr. Arfa wanted to calm me who was nervous.

"Father, El. He said he was mentally ready?" Whisper Mr. Arfa who I immediately responded with a stiff smile.

"Pa, this is Elvia." 

Haduh, when my name was called by Mr. Arfa it felt like there were butterflies flying in the stomach. Amused and unusual.

“Hai, Om. I'm Elvia.” I said with a little nervous. So yes, Papa Pak Arfa's charisma deserves my thumbs up.

“Yes, I heard a lot about you from Arfa.” Reply Om Hartanto—his father's name is Pak Arfa in a flat tone. The underscore! Flat tone!

I also only replied to Om Hartanto with an awkward smile.

“Elvia?”

I turned my head because from there my eyes were just looking down, “Ya Om?”

“What do you like about Arfa?”

Big brother, what kind of question is this.

“Hah?”

My brain doesn't seem to have time to think for a while. It's like a question that

filed by prospective papa-in-law to the one who ngelamar his son no heck?

I'm no longer looking for Mr. Arfa!