My Annoying Lecturer's
MR ARFA WHY? [EXTRA PART|03]

Towards the wedding, there were many things I doubted. I don't know if that's a question if I'm ready to give up my free time? Am I ready to take off the singles title that has been embedded for hundreds of years? Can I be a good wife? Is, is, is. Questions like that kept circling my mind.

But the most crucial thing is actually the question whether I will graduate quickly? Hehe.

But the problem that was becoming a burden to my mind was a matter of time.

Mr. Arfa always took his time for me. Whenever it is. But it doesn't seem to be the case for now.

"Sir, will we have dinner tonight?"

"I'm busy, El."

Three words that managed to come out of the mouth of Mr. Arfa was able to make my forehead shrivel.

The tumben?

"Busy what?"

"Busy is busy."

The last sentence that Mr. Arfa said managed to amaze me with my hearing. This is Mr Arfa? Not wrong?

"Sir. My thesis wants the final stage! Cheque dong!"

"Later on."

At first I understood, maybe Mr. Arfa had more thoughts and work. But Mr. Arfa's strange behavior has been going on for two weeks.

Today is Friday. I actually have a schedule for a while, there's a class Bu Ningsih because.

"El, your face's tangled." Devi who had arrived first was confused while looking at my face.

"Where not to tangle, the person he dicuekin yangnya." Aldo's chirps that I feel like I want to chop off Aldo's mouth with a stone. Let's not talk anymore.

If there's Devi, there's Aldo, right? They are like a pair of sandals, a bunch.

"Bacot you Do."

"Sensitive very Neng. Maybe Mr. Arfa is saturated with you."

"Udah ah Beb, don't be Elvia."

Saturated?

Saturated is another word of bored right?

How does it feel to have a kretek sound when you hear the word spoken. Especially the context in my relationship with Mr. Arfa.

"Do. Don't you ever feel bored with Devi?"

"Either." Aldo replied that immediately attracted Devi's attention.

"But just for a minute. Because I realize without Devi, my life is colorless."

Aldo's answer was of course immediately rewarded with a shy smile from Devi.

Alamak cik, people are also upset even made added ngenes.

"If Mr. Arfa is saturated with me how am I?" Mumbles.

"It can't be El. You guys are getting married."

"But not married yet, Dev."

"Kok you're being pessimistic anyway? Is there a problem with Mr Arfa?" .

"Yes. He's cuekin me."

"Tumbens? Usually Mr. Arfa is a very disturbing hobby for you."

"Don't understand either, Dev."

I haven't finished my story yet, the esteemed Ms. Ningsih has arrived. Automatic me directly kicep dong. No way you dare to take a word, because Bu Ningsih anti-noisy. Breathing is controlled, let him not be heard. Not with, about breathing was joking around.

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"Why?"

"Follow me."

Who is that guy?

Mr. Arfa.

Really weird, no? Awkward is the attitude of Mr. Arfa now?

I also just obey. I followed Mr. Arfa from behind. After arriving at his room, I was slightly jolted to see some papers on Mr. Arfa's desk.

"You're still my assistant, right? Help me correct. I don't have time anymore." Tell Mr. Arfa.

Maybe because it was choked with the cold atmosphere that Mr. Arfa made, so I was told to correct. Though the intention was to refuse. Yes, the other time, people crank even told to correct the pile of paper.

"Sir. Guess why it's cold?"

Mr. Arfa who daritadi only focus on his cellphone. Now slowly his focus changed towards me because of the ridiculous question I asked. Although it is only a glare.

"Don't say much. Check the paper correctly."

"But the Father even play mobile phones, while I am tired of correcting. What do you mean, Bambang?"

"Your emblem? Who?"

"My imagination alone."

Please Elvia.

This is not the time to joke.

Don't joke!

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Why?"

"Laper's."

"Finish your task first. I'm in a hurry to have an appointment."

For the sake of sweet iced tea Mang Tatang! Good thing handsome, so sorry. If not, I've caught the mouth of Mr. Arfa.

"promise again? Why is he so busy?"

"Do you think I'm not busy?"

"Not that either."

"Jude."

Patience Elvia.

Patient guy, dearest girlfriend.

"Sir!!!"

"What the hell?"

"One plus one equals how many?"

"Two."

"Then pinter? Ask me again. What if I add you?"

"We." Replied Mr. Arfa in a flat tone.

"It's the same as number two, sir. Father is one, I am one if added to two. Father you, I'm me, if added to be us."

"Yes. Finish your work immediately."

Well, I don't have the fight.

Is it possible that Mr. Arfa ate the wrong medicine?