My Ex-husband Lecturer
Chapter 70 The Art Performance is about to begin

The awaited day of performing arts - the wait is finally coming. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the time when one of the faculty events will be held. Kirana's first project as a member of the BEM event division.

After struggling with the grueling UTS for a week. He and his team members have only a week to start seriously working on this art project. Despite the disappointment that the project could not continue as expected, now all team members only have one hope. Projects can run smoothly and they can add this activity to their CV.

“Ran, can you please take another briefing to prepare tomorrow?”, said one team member who is also in the force with Kirana.

The Chairman of BEM Faculty is also there as well as Radit as an advisor. Although he has resigned from BEM Campus, the Head of BEM Faculty still includes Radit as an advisor for this event.

Before being listed as one of the active students on campus, Radit was already the Chairperson of Osis in High School. He is also active in various humanitarian activities. This makes Radit very suitable to be a partner in this event.

Although he was still a second-rate student, but he had a lot of experience.

Oiya, before deciding to go to college, Radit took a year off after graduating high school. So, actually Radit was supposed to be a 3rd degree student.

The Chairman of BEM Faculty who is now a friend of his High School. They are in the management of OSIS.

All the crew on duty including Kirana as Project Officer gathered in the small hall of their Faculty. To prepare for tomorrow's event in the best possible way, they decided to stay at the campus.

The majority of those living in distant areas, decided not to return home today. As for who is desperate, they will go home after the last meeting tonight before starting to work on the event tomorrow morning - once in the morning.

The event will start at 1pm until 12pm. The event will experience 3x break prayers Ashar, Maghrib, and Isya.

Other Faculty students are allowed to attend but have to pay for tickets and the amount is limited. There are two stages that will be prepared during the event. The stage of old age and the stage of the present.

Then there are some prize games that will be open until 8 pm. There is also a food bazaar, books, and some student fairs. Preparation is complete today. The setup was done at 8pm last night. The team will continue the set-up process tomorrow morning by 11am.

After that, everything should be done and start running run down one by one. The loading process should also begin immediately at 9 to 11 a.m. After that, they have to go through different paths because everything must be clear.

Visitors can start entering the arena at 12 p.m. Gate will be opened and prioritized for students, lecturers, and the board of the Faculty of Engineering in advance. While students across the Faculty can enter at 2 pm.

Kirana is really, really deg - with now. From the beginning of being a PO to the second yesterday, he didn't feel nervous at all. But ahead of the H-1 event, he felt his heart would just explode.

Kirana has just finished her briefing and will be getting ready - ready to sort things out with the team - a small team to make sure they get back before they return home.

“Various crew are all ready, huh? I don't want to give you the crew uniform now. Because I don't want any stories left behind at home and so on. You're on duty to split the crew's uniform tomorrow. All have been in the same team line based on the alphabet.”, Kirana commands on one team that has gathered.

“Guys, all okay? Tenant who want to enter for full consumption and confirm all, yes?”, said Kirana.

“Live one Ran who has not. He said it's still uncertain. But doi ain't asking for the rent behindin. So we wait, yes.”

“Pastiin per tomorrow morning yes. If not, broadcast who wants to enter. You see if the food is also confused later on in gathering and chaos. The other?”, asked Kirana in response to a report from one of her team.

“Others have no info for cancel. So assuming I'm already ok.”

“Call all once again. Define all OK. Tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, you ask their position already where.”, Kirana said.

“Guys, the band you recently invited, is it okay? He said the guitarist, sick?”, asked Kirana directly to move to another.

“Udah Ran. They are full personnel. My line-up is neat.”

“Do not get leaked, yes. Watch out lo.”, Kirana said giving emphasis.

Line-up is important because there are several surprise guest stars in some segments that should not be leaked to visitors.

“Ah Yes.. What Dean sir, Ran?”, Radit asked Kirana.

“For a moment, I'll call Rio first. Doi is still in close contact with BEM.” children, Kirana said.

“Halo, Brother. Sorry, I was disturbed. Mr Dean has been confirmed yet, brother?”, asked Kirana.

“Ran, I tried to connect. Keep the student staff said call Mr. Rian.”, Rio replied.

“Hah? Mr Rian? He is a Physics Lecturer. What does it have to do with Mr. Dean coming or doing?”, asked Kirana astonished.

“So, no one dared to ask. Doi is still at home. So, the Jerald sent a message to Mr. Rian. He said he'd go to the Dean's house tonight to ask for autographs I don't know about Research. So ask for tanyain.”, Rio said.

“Ah.. Okay sis.. Thanks yes.”, Kirana said.

“Eh.. Ran, you know the number Mr Rian ga?”, asked Rio.

Rio had not had time to finish his sentence, Kirana immediately disconnected her phone.

“Rakaa...”, Kirana shouted to Raka who a while ago she could still see was in the middle of the crowd.

“Eh.. lo see Raka ga?”, asked Kirana at the staff who just passed by.

Some of them had already started to tidy up a place for them to rest that night.

“Wah.. engga, Ran.”, replied one of his colleagues.

“Guys, anyone see Raka?”, asked Kirana finally gave up asking one - one and decided to just scream.

The result is still nil. No one saw Raka.

‘Crazy, people are rich. Saying mulu every search for.”, Kirana said.

“Ran, what is nyariin Raka? I'm so sorry, but dating can - it can. But tomorrow dean dean kanya much more important.”, said Radit.

“Ya. this is me in order to ensure tomorrow Dean dateng or engga.”, Kirana said.

“His relationship is ama Raka?”, Radit asked confused.

“Kak Rio was info if you ask Mr. Rian, right? You see, Doi also wants to go to the Dean's house to ask for an autograph about research. Si Raka is the son of Physics Research. Who knows he can help.”, Kirana said.

Actually, Kirana doesn't need to spin around just to find out about the Dean. He could directly contact Rian and everything was done. But, Kirana was unwilling to talk to Rian.

‘Ahh. Want me to dance outside?”, asked Radit offer.

Kirana furrowed her brows slightly. But it can be tried, he thought.

“Hn.”, Kirana says.

The two finally walked out of the hall. Among all Kirana's cheques tonight before resting, just stay to ensure the Dean's presence. Why is this important? Because the line-up of the event will affect the presence or absence of Mr. Dean.

Some ranks do not give a definite answer because of the events of that time. Not many knew whether the Dean had recovered or not. Lastly, they only get information that the Dean is at home and getting road treatment.

The atmosphere became very awkward between Radit and Kirana because the Campus looked deserted. Yes, this is Friday’at day and right in the week UTS finished. Contrasting with last week's cross-section, it's hard to find students still on campus at this hour.

More precisely, it is almost impossible. Maybe once in a while they can find them - those who are sucking on campus free WiFi. But the number is minimal.

“Ehehm... You and Raka, still?”, suddenly Radit asked the least recommended question to ask tonight in a situation like this.

‘That's why I called Rian's sister. Hah. because - by following the advice of influencers anyway. But really not? If I keep chasing Rian, when he realized if he needed me. If he likes me. Eh. but ampe now he does not contact me or even not look at me paspatasan. Don't - don't he just don't like me?’, instead of answering Radit's question, Kirana was immersed in her own thinking.