My Killer Lecturer's
Derrens Corp CEO

The days I spent were full of worry. In fact, it is not uncommon for me to be careless because I cannot focus on doing something.

"Bu Res, called the principal's father," said one of my colleagues.

I who was assessing the results of the student's assignment, immediately looked up. "Eh Bu Fina," I said to him, "what did Mr. Diman call me?" I continued to ask.

"I'm sorry, ma'am .. I don't know. But, it seems like this is important," replied Ms. Fina.

I immediately put down the red balpoin that I was holding. I also began to clean up the children's workbook that was still scattered on the table. A moment later, I opened the desk drawer and picked up the phone lying there. After closing the drawer back, I immediately went to the principal's room.

Wh-tok-tok!

I knocked on the door of the principal's room.

"Lake in!" A cold voice full of emotion rang out from within the room.

I started to press the door handle and opened it. "Excuse me, Sir! Did you call me?"

Huh, what a stupid question! If I was ordered to come to this room, of course he called me, I said in my heart.

"Sit down, Miss Res!" Again the cold voice sounded so gripping in my ears.

For a moment, I saw Mr. Diman take a long breath and exhale slowly.

"Actually, what's the matter with you?" ask Mr. Diman.

I slightly raised both my eyebrows. "I'm sorry, Mr. .. I don't understand what you're talking about" I said.

"Hhh." Mr. Diman sighed for a moment, "this is Bu Res, after I checked the general cash book, it turns out that there are many financial statements that are not nominally the same as the receipt of the purchase of goods. There are even nominal items that one, exchanged with other goods. And this is a very fatal mistake. Bu Res himself knows, right, if it's about financial matters, it's a very sensitive thing?" pak Diman

I was very surprised to hear the words of the headmaster. Instantly I took the financial statement book I had made along with the inventory book of goods. I began to open the two books that were the size of the folio. My two eyeballs were perfectly rounded when I noticed a significant difference in face value in some of the items I wrote. Ish why can it be this reckless? I murmured in my heart.

"I'm sorry, sir. I will fix it soon" I told Mr. Diman.

"Actually you have a problem what, Mom? It's not usually that you behave recklessly like this, especially in financial statements. Is there something that bothers you?" ask the principal, investigate.

I was shocked to hear the principal's question. I've been trying not to mix personal business with work. But I seem to be missing too. The chaos of my thoughts lately, made my work go awry.

"N-no, Sir. I don't have any problems. It's just that, maybe lately college assignments are increasingly piling up. Therefore I am less concentrated on work," concluded I cover all the causes I act carelessly.

"Hmm, I understand. It is not easy to go to college while working. But, this has become a government demand, that our diploma must be linear with our work. Hopefully, Bu Res is still eager to live both," said Mr. Diman.

"God willing, sir," I said.

"By the way, how many more semesters of education are there?" ask Mr. Diman.

"Two more semesters, sir," I replied.

I just smiled at her words. "God willing is still spirit, sir. If there's nothing to say anymore, I'm sorry, sir. To correct this financial statement."

"Oh yes .. please .. please!" replied the principal.

After saying goodbye and saying hello, I finally left the principal's room. I went back to class with a job I was going to revise. Arriving at class, I immediately returned to work on what I had left.

Finished putting the student grades into the laptop, I started to open the financial statement book that I was going to fix. Back I researched one by one the arrangement of the purchase of items that I had to report. My eyes began to twinkle seeing the numbers getting smaller. For a moment, I stopped my work.

I reached into the pocket of the blazer to pull out the phone. As I wiped his screen, there were some missed calls from Mas Yudhis. My forehead immediately wrinkled. I glanced at my tiny watch, the timepiece stopped at 11.15. Isn't this still working hours? Then, why did Mas Yudhis contact me at this hour? Is he not working? Or is there something important?

I immediately contacted Mas Yudhis, afraid that there was something important he had to say.

"Hallo! Assalamu'alaikum Mas!" sweep me after the phone is connected.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Chi where have you been? Why isn't the phone lifted?" Mas Yudhis from the end of the phone.

"Sorry Mas, Chi abis was meeting in the principal's office. And coincidentally, his HP was silenced" I replied to Mas Yudhis.

"Oh, yes, no pa-pa" replied Mas Yudhis.

"What's wrong, though? Is there anything important you want to say? Kok misscallnya until a lot," asked me.

"Yes, Chi. Guess what's wrong?" mas Yudhis said riddles.

"Yeayy. where Chi knows. But, from the tone of his voice, Mas Yudhis sounded happy. Don't-don't, Abis won the lottery?" gurauku while chuckling.

"Aish, you like to dig! It's more than a lottery, honey. Let's guess?" Once again Mas Yudhis was a riddle.

"Udah deh Mas, Chi cape! Chi's brain could no longer think. Moreover, Chi was just reprimanded by the headmaster for making financial statements wrong. Better, Mas said the purpose and purpose of Mas nelepon. Or ... If not, Chi hang up!" I threatened Mas Yudhis.

"Eh, no! Yes-yes, Mas Yudhis did not play guessing anymore. Ntar, go home to school Mas Yudhis pick up, all lunch," said Mas Yudhis.

"Lunch? In what order? Tumben Mas Yudhis mo ngajakin Chi lunch. There must be something, right?" My investigation was strange with Mas Yudhis's invitation.

Yes, as Yudhis is typical of workaholics. He was very busy with all his business in the office. So that after almost half a year of getting engaged, the invitation to lunch together can still be counted fingers.

"Ish, I'm not saying that well, honey. I'm sorry, who never had time to always have lunch with you. But, all this Mas did, right, for the sake of our lives in the future. God willing, after Mas moved the room, Mas will always take lunch time so that Mas can have lunch with you" said Mas Yudhis on the phone. I feel bad to hear what Mas Yudhis said.

"Moved room? Want to move to work?" ask me to divert the conversation so that Mas Yudhis does not feel guilty anymore.

"Yes, dear, from tomorrow Mas officially occupies the office of CEO of Derrens Corp.," replied Mas Yudhis. His voice sounded happy on the other end of the phone.

"really?"

Seriate