My Annoying Lecturer's
The Papa In-Law Candidate

"What do you like about Arfa?" Ask Om Hartanto who managed to make my brain have to work twice as hard as usual.

"Huh?" The only response that came out of my mouth was just that.

What yes?

"Om, can the answer be honest, right?"

Eyebrows on the right Om Hartanto raised signifying waiting for the statement that I will make next.

"I actually do not like very much the same Mr. Arfa. At first, I hated it because Mr. Arfa nyebelin."

Mr. Arfa who heard my reply immediately looked at me sharply, maybe in his mind now he wondered what was wrong with my brain.

"The main factor is because Mr. Arfa is handsome to keep our sense of humor the same."

Really, I'm not lying.

I like Mr. Arfa at first because he was fascinated by the same handsome face of Mr. Arfa.

"For a long time I began to feel comfortable with Mr. Arfa. I think that comfort is the key when it comes to relationships, one is communication."

"Pak Arfa is a bit bad when it comes to communication problems. Because the person is difficult to guess, likes to make people misunderstand. But over time I came to understand and began to understand how fragile Mr. Arfa is so that communication becomes difficult for Mr. Arfa." I was accompanied by a big smile.

My brain has to be tight first to think. I looked at Mr. Arfa with a proud look like I said, "Where is Sir? Okay right? Don't forget my value is great."

Om Hartanto did not respond to my milk speech for a few seconds.

My heart health is no longer asked how. It's beating like it's been chased by demons, really fast.

"You seem really smart, huh?" Said Om Hartanto with a knotty smile that adorned at both ends of his lips.

I also dared to breathe a sigh of relief at that time, "Om.."

"Yes?" Answer Om Hartanto.

"There's actually one more thing I want to say."

"What?"

"Actually the one who likes me first is Mr. Arfa."

Om Hartanto laughed softly at my words, "Yes, Elvia. I've heard a lot about you from Arfa. Arfa says you like the ceplas-ceplos. It's true."

"Sir? You said it was to capar?"

Mr Arfa and Om Hartanto also saw each other signifying not understanding with my last words, capar?

"Papa-in-law's candidate. I'm not gaul!" My words are sensitive to ignorance Pak Arfa and Om Hartanto.

"Haha. I am Elvia first. Arfa, take good care of Elvia." Said Om Hartanto who I returned with my best smile.

"Ready, Boss!" Reply Mr. Arfa.

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"Sir, I'm tired of it." I said while wailing my feet that began to swell due to wearing heels.

"Patience dong El. Just pack two hours already moaning, how later if our wedding?"

I rolled my eyeballs pissed, "Serah."

"What's? I don't like Sarah."

"Back of budeg? I said handover."

"Is that right? I think according to the correct Indonesian method there is no serah word which means stupid."

"Nyebelin up! Whatever it means!"

"Well. Good Girl!" Said Mr. Arfa while patting the top of my head slowly.

"Do you think I'm sweetie's father's dog? Patting her head, talking good girl again."

"Kok you're the same as Sweety, El?"

"Sweety's love is equal to yours."

"Sir!!" Actually, if you want to fight now, I'm ready enough. In my small bag there are already items ready for me to throw towards Mr. Arfa.

"El..."

"Hmm?" I answered while chewing some cakes that had been arranged sweetly on the plate I brought.

"Elegant food is a little."

I looked at Mr. Arfa with a sharp gaze, sharper than the razor.

"You don't see people worrying about you constantly."

"Maybe they envy my beauty sir." I said as my left hand brushed my hair.

"My wife." Mumbled Mr. Arfa.

"What did you say?!" I said with a high tone.

"You're beautiful." Replied Mr. Arfa in a lethargic tone.

"Well, good boy!"

I also tried to hold back the laughter while looking at Mr. Arfa's anxious face when I called Good Boy, Heheh.

"El..."

"Otherwise sir?"

"That's my cousin who got married. You don't intend to go on?"

"Eh? Oh, I forgot sir. The food here is delicious." I said while smiling awkwardly.

Mr. Arfa let out his breath slowly, "My mouth. Don't say it if I don't ask. Your mouth is sometimes hard to control."

I also showed my thumb to answer Mr. Arfa's words.

"Fa? Dateng? I don't think you're coming." Said the groom while embracing Mr. Arfa. It seems their relationship is quite close.

"Lah Dateng. If not come, it has been slit nyokap bokap." Answer Mr. Arfa.

"Eh? This is your girl?" Ask the man whose name I forgot a little. Who yeah? Rion is wrong.

"Yes. Elvia knows him Ryan, Ryan knows him Elvia." Oh, his name is Ryan anyway. I thought Rion. If the name Rion can be unique, Rion Maspion. Bah, if the name is used by people it could be the name of the year.

When Mr. Arfa introduced me, I was just trying to smile as sweetly as possible.

"Hold the inner pressure is El the same Arfa."

"Holden the inner birth. Very excited."

"Propathetically yes Vi sama Mas Arfa." Now the bride I know named Sherin's voice-opening.

Who doesn't know Sherin?

Top Indonesian artist whose name is on the rise. So, it's only natural that I know his name.

"Ready, Brother Sherin!" I said while holding back laughter seeing the unhappy face of Mr. Arfa.

"Judah Bro, Rin, I'm the same Elvia saying first yes. Fear of nyampe Jakarta."

"Yoi, be careful Bro."

"Ready. Good luck with your grandparents." Said Mr. Arfa who made me a little confused.

"Last of Life Sir. Do we know when our death comes? If not for grandparents how?" Suddenly this sentence I uttered got laughter from both the bride and the sharp gaze of Mr. Arfa.

"I told you to shut up El." Whisper Mr. Arfa.

I shook my head, "Can't sir. My mouth itches when it's quiet."