My Killer Lecturer's
Meet

Invite my mother to throw out my daydreams about Yudhis. I try to control emotions. I don't want you to know if right now I'm sad thinking about where my future husband is going.

Dinner was quite crowded, because punctuated by the laughter of the three people who were immediately familiar. It seems like they have known each other for a long time. The fatwa that when I labeled a cold guy in High School was inversely proportional to what I know today. He's a pretty supple and easy to fit into my family. Even Rayya, I can see that he is more free to joke with Fatwa than Yudhis mas who is his own brother-in-law.

At 9 p.m., the Fatwa finally said goodbye. "Frequently play here, yes, Bang!" rayya said as Fatwa entered his car.

The fatwa only gives the okay symbol as the answer. After saying goodbye, the car came out of my yard.

"Bang Fatwa is good, brother?" rayya told me.

"Why? A crush?" my many.

"Ish, it's delicious ... Rayya is not looking for an old man, wew!" rayya replied as she stuck out her tongue at me. I just smiled at the behavior of the ABG boy.

After cleaning the ground floor, I returned to my room and immediately threw my body on the bed. I glanced at the clock working on the nightstand. The time indicator stops at 22.25. It is certain that Yudhis will not come. Ish, where are you, mas? Why did you forget your own promise? my inner.

Tired of being drowned in curiosity and disappointment, my eyes finally began to sleepy. A moment later, I began to fall asleep stringing up dreams that were somehow like what the dreams that would come as my sleeping flowers were.

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Time keeps passing. Without feeling, even a month killer lecturer was never absent to pick me up at school. The heart that was initially upset, was now getting used to its presence. Despite his attitude he still likes to be carried away by the wind. Sometimes good, not infrequently also cold and indifferent.

"Today's a survey of Maya Plaza, Mom?" ask Ms. Fina, my colleague.

"God willing, Mom. There is no more time. It's the last week on theme seven" I replied.

"Do I need to be with you? I also want a survey. The next theme is related to the work of tourism, tuh," said Bu Fina.

"Oh, ma'am, good idea, huh," I said.

"But, I'm going to use the bike, yeah. You're afraid to interfere with the togetherness of Bu Res as his friend," said Bu Fina.

I frowned at the words of Miss Fina. "What's disturbing, huh, Mom?" I was like a bego.

"Ish, Miss Res this .. like people don't know. Every day, Ms. Res gets picked up. Mbok yes, I don't want to, come with you and be a goat congek," said Bu Fina.

"Oalah .. yes-yes, I understand Mom. Take it easy, be safe. Today he couldn't pick me up, really," I said.

"Loh, why?" Now it was Bu Fina's turn to frown.

"It just so happens that he has a workshop in Bandung" I replied.

"Well, Miss Res isn't coming anymore? Isn't Miss Res her asdos?" ask Miss Fina.

I was surprised to find such a question. Huh, all this because of that crazy lecturer. Ever since the incident happened the other day, my permission has always been linked to her activities. Huh, sucks!

"No, Mom. Incidentally, I was assigned to replace him on campus alone." Inevitably, I ended up lying to my coworker.

"Oh, yes, that's it. Later, after school, we leave together. But, not pa-pa, right, when the bike went?" said Ms. Fina.

"No pa-pa, ma'am. It is even better to ride a motorcycle. But, Mother brought it? I can't ride a motorcycle" I said.

"Hahaha, this Miss Res. Okay, then," replied Ms. Fina.

"Yes already, Mom. I went to class first! There are still many administrations I have not yet completed!" my pamit to Miss Fina.

"Yes, monggo Bu Res," replied Ms. Fina.

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At 13:15, the school broke up. I deliberately performed the dzuhur prayer at the school mushala. When I was wearing shoes after praying, Ms. Fina came with her matic motorbike.

"Ready, Miss Res?" ask Miss Fina.

I'm looking. "Eh, yes .. Come on, Ms. Fin," I answered while combing my hair with my fingers.

Miss Fina handed me a helmet, and I put it on.

"Yeah, Mom!" I patted Ms. Fina's shoulder gently as a sign that I was ready and the vehicle was starting to get launched.

It takes about 45 minutes to arrive at Maya Plaza. Upon arrival there, Ms. Fina immediately looked for a parking spot that was quite safe. Deftly, Ms. Fina parked her motorbike. After that, we walked side by side to enter the snow playground on the top floor of the Maya Plaza building.

"Excuse me! Can I help you?" said one of the guards at the entrance to the snow arena.

"Oh, yes, my. Earlier introduce my name Resti and this is my colleague, Fina. We want to survey the facilities in this playground. Incidentally, God willing in the near future, we want to bring our students here," said I introduced myself and said my intention and purpose to come to this place.

"Oh yes, then, I'd better speak directly to our manager. Come, Ms. .. I'll take you to see the manager's father" said the doorman.

"Oh, I can, then," I said. A moment later, Bu Fina and I followed the guard to enter the manager's room.

"Come, Mom. Please!" he said politely as he opened the manager's door.

After the manager invited us to sit down, he finally explained about the procedural and rules of visiting this tourist spot.

For about half an hour we talked about how to invite visitors in groups. After everything could be understood, finally me and Bu Fina say goodbye home.

"Then, we'll excuse you, sir! Thank you for your enlightenment" I said.

"Alright, same Mom. Waiting for his arrival in the snow arena," replied the manager.

"God willing," replied in unison to me and Miss Fina. Shortly after, me and Miss Fina walked out of the room.

"Mom, we go to the food court first, huh? Kok, my stomach can not be compromised, yes," pinta Bu Fina.

I just smiled in response to what Bu Fina said. "Yes, come on! Stay again in the mall too, later we all look around the bag, yes, Mom. My bag is starting to break" I said.

"Come on, who's afraid!" replied Ms. Fina.

We set foot into the food court and stopped at a shop that served Sundanese delicacies. We entered the shop and sat there. A waiter approached us with a food menu there. After looking through the menu, we finally chose foods that suit our taste buds.

While waiting for food, I looked down. We deliberately chose a seat on the edge of the barrier so we could see the scenery below. Even though the scenery we saw was just people passing by and entering the shops selling clothes.

Suddenly, my vision was locked onto the figure of a man standing in the row of a female blouse hanger. The man was seen carrying a pink paper bag. I took out my glasses to see more clearly the figure of the man. Unfortunately, shortly after wearing the glasses, the man was no longer in his place. With great hesitation, I tried to deny that the man was someone I knew.

The food began to come and be served on the table. Because of the hunger that had begun to be unstoppable, finally me and Bu Fina ate the food greedily, to the point of no relief.

After eating and resting for a while, Bu Fina and I continued the next event, which was hunting leather bags. Our grocery store is on the second floor. Arriving there, we began to split up to look for bags that fit our individual tastes.

When I circulated my gaze to see the bags displayed on the display, again I met the figure of a man whose posture was familiar from the reflection of the window glass. This time I felt confident in my vision. I turned around to greet him.

"Mas! Why are you here?"

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