My Killer Lecturer's
Awkward

I frowned to find that the clothes I stretched were not in accordance with my expectations. "What could be confused?" I muttered as I flipped the clothes.

I again grabbed the pink paper bag from the bed and reached for it again. "There is still," I murmured as I pulled the clothes.

Again, my eyes widened to see the clothes I had stretched back. "Ish, what are these clothes? Why is everything like a shortage of materials like this?" my spoken.

The paper bag contains three sets of work clothes that are very tight and very lacking in materials. I was surprised myself, what happened to Yudhis? Why does it seem like he never knew me. Two years into our relationship, she didn't know my dressing sense.

"Huff!" I exhaled violently. "Fix! It must be confused with having someone else. Ish, how reckless!" my snort while pulling the phone out of the pocket of the blazer.

I intend to contact Yudhis. But, when I wrote the lyrics on the phone screen, I remembered that I had not prayed asar. I unconsciously threw the phone on the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

My body is a little sticky due to the activities all day. Maybe there are still about 5 or 6 minutes for me to diguyur body to feel refreshed. I stripped away all the cloths that were stuck to my body. It didn't take long, I immediately opened the shower faucet and began to enjoy the local raindrops around my innocent body.

From the estimated time, finally after 10 minutes I started to dry with a towel. I opened the closet and picked up a set of casual clothes. After that, I fulfilled my obligation to perform the asar prayer.

After the prayer, I went downstairs and joined my mother and sister sitting in the living room to watch TV and chat.

"So Mama heard the sound of a car, sister. Who did you come home to? Isn't it like fatwa is having a seminar in Bandung, huh? Trus, who's got you?" Mama strapped me with a few questions as soon as I landed my ass on the couch.

"Oh, that was Yudhis, Ma," I replied, peeling off the potato chips on the table.

"Ish, Brother .. Get used to it! That, 'will have Rayya," whined my sister while turning her 5-cent lips.

"Yes, brother change if it's payday," I said.

"Sobbed, still a long time, waiting for a young date," said Rayya.

I just cry when I hear my sister mengedumel with lips dimonyongin.

"Cock tumben nak Yudhis pick you up!" chirps mama.

"Mas Yudhis didn't bring my brother to school, Ma. But we did not accidentally meet at the mall," I replied.

"Well, did you come to the mall?" ask Rayya.

"Yes" I answered

"Where's it?" Rayya asked again.

"Maya Plaza." I answered Rayya's question while focusing on the glass screen.

"But I didn't see you. Though Rayya was there, the same cement" said Rayya, shocked.

"Well yeah, the slithering. Why are you going to the mall?" asked the mother who was quite surprised because Rayya did not immediately go home once the lecture broke up.

"Yes, Mama ... Rayya, go to Gramed, find a book for a paper assignment" Rayya replied.

"Huh, alesan," ledek mom. "Oh yes, Brother. Why take Yudhis to the mall. Isn't he still at work, is he, like, at that hour?" My mom asked me again.

"Mas Yudhis bought the same bag of clothes ... Abaghfirullahaladzim! Mom, Brother forgot something." Suddenly I remembered the clothes I was about to ask Yudhis. Without excuse, I immediately ran up the stairs to my room.

"Brother, tuh! I don't like it very clearly" pointed my mom at me.

"Tau, tuh! What's your son, Ma?" ledek Rayya on mom.

"You're it!" hatchling

Blugh!

Soon I heard the sound of falling things. Hmm, especially if it is not a sofa pillow that floats and lands on Rayya's body. Isn't that what always ends the debate between mama and Rayya? I smiled at the noise of the two most meaningful people in my life.

Arriving at the room, I immediately grabbed my phone from the bed. A moment later, I dialed Yudhis's number. Phone connected.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Chi!" the gentle greeting of Yudhis was heard on the other end of the phone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," I said. "busy, Mas?" I asked Yudhis because I was afraid to interrupt his time.

"Not really, it's relaxing. Why, Chi?" Yudhis asked back.

"This, Mas. It seems, the paper bag that Mas gave you this afternoon, taker deh same have people," I said.

Silent

"Mass? Hallo's? It's still there, isn't it?" I asked when I didn't hear Yudhis's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Eh, yes ... Why, Chi? I am still here" said Yudhis.

"This is the shirt that I bought for Chi. It seems, the clothes are changed as well as someone else's, Mas," I replied.

"Idiih, what a work uniform, the model is seuprit, Mas. Cake clothes lack that material," I said annoyed.

"Wow, it looks like yes, taker may be the same person who paid next to Mas," said mas heru.

"No, really, right. Yes, try to take a photo of the note, let Chi tuker tomorrow to the boutique," I said.

"Don't Chi, I'm afraid to take care of you. Let it be later, Mas asked Sandra to come to your house to take the goods," said mas Yudhis.

"Oh, okay, man. Yes, Chi closed first yes, dah mo magrib nih," I said.

"Okay, Assalamu'alaikum, Chi."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

I hung up the phone and put it on the nightstand. Back I grabbed the sexy clothes I put on the chair. I took that outfit back.

Oh my God .. say hello to the owner of this shirt. Whether she is an artist or a photo model, yes, my mind shudders in horror at the thought of having to wear open model clothes like this.

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After Magrib, as usual, after teaching a few verses, I opened the material book and learned the material that I will convey tomorrow to my students. Suddenly, a knock on the door broke my concentration.

"Lake in!" my orders go to the man behind the door.

Rayya looked at her head from behind the door. "Pst... Psst..," he whispered.

"What the hell, Dek? Just come in, kali!" I said I was still focusing on the laptop screen.

"There is a Fatwa bang below" said Rayya.

I stopped my work. "Fattva? Why did he come here? Wasn't he at a workshop in Bandung, huh?" I asked Rayya.

"Yeay, where does Rayya know. Yes, yuk ah! Tell me to meet mama!" bring Rayya.

I removed the anti-radiation glasses, immediately put on my slippers and followed Rayya down the stairs.

From the stairs, I saw Fatwa talking to my mother. Huh, you sycophant, I grumbled in my heart.

"Eh, here Brother. Here, there's Nak Fatwa. He said there is interest in you," said mama.

I smiled and sat down next to my mom.

"Kok, is your father here? Not that you are attending a workshop in Bandung, huh?" many, polo.

"Yes, but Nak Fatwa is home. And he deliberately stopped by here to give Bandung souvenirs to us. Hmm, well, yes, my Fatwa boy," praise me.

"Ish, Mama ... Why did Mama answer? Brother, it's the same Mr. Fatwa, '" I grumbled.

"Eh, yes yes .. duh, likes forgetfulness if the same young nimbrung. It feels young again, hehehe. Yes it is, Son Fatwa ... Mother stay first. Thank you, by him," said mama. "Come on, Ray, let's go!" take my mom to my sister.

They left me and the crazy lecturer in the living room.

"Sori, yes .. today I can't pick you up. I was trying to get home fast. But it turns out, the show until 3 pm," said Fatwa.

"Yes, it's okay. Anyway, Res came home with Ms. Fina, really," I replied.

"Well, isn't it the same for Yudhis?" ask Fatwa like a probing.

"Where do you know?" my many.

"Your mother said it" replied the Fatwa.

"Actually, it was an accidental meeting. It was noon, Res...."

I told him all the things that I experienced until I met Yudhis. Even about the mistake of choosing a bag and the exchange of my work clothes, I did not escape telling the crazy lecturer. And, somehow .. I'm so good at telling stories. As if without burden to tell all my personal affairs with mas Yudhis to the lecturer of the sableng.

"Brush, Res. It's not that I want to break the happiness you're feeling right now. But, doesn't it feel awkward, does it?" ask Fatwa without thinking about my feelings.

I stared hard at him. "What do you mean, Fat?

"First, he said he wanted to buy a briefcase, but his secretary said he wanted to buy a bag for you. Which is right? Second, your work clothes, you can taper that, yes. Trus the strangest, why does bang Yudhis roam around with his secretary during working hours? You think it's awkward, no?

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