My Lecturer My Beloved

My Lecturer My Beloved
Rendra's Wedding


"Hows it? did you get any information about the girl?" a heavy and firm voice belonging to a man sounded cold from behind the seat of his greatness.


"Already Sir! Miss Lisa is now in Jakarta, and the one who saved her and who took her there turns out to be her own sister. They were one father but different mothers" the assistant explained the information he had successfully investigated to the master.


The cold-voiced man pulled one corner of his lips up smiling smirk. He turned to look at the assistant he could always rely on whenever it was. This young man with a million charms, was none other than Iqbal. A 27-year-old man who has successfully built his business engaged in property and hospitality. He is famous for being very cold and even sniffing news that he is a donjuan who likes to change partners.



"Do we need to, pick him up to Jakarta Tuan?" ask the assistant again.


Iqbal wiggled his index finger as an unnecessary gesture. "Now he's in the right person. But, keep ordering people to watch over him. Do not let any man approach her. I'm going to Jakarta myself to pick him up, when the time is right, do you understand?!"his voice sounded soft but anyone knew that tucked firmness even seemed intimidating behind Iqbal's soft words.


"Okay Sir!" the assistant asserted.


"Yes, you can go out now and do your job well!" Iqbal flicked his hand telling his assistant to come out.


The assistant lowered his body, then turned to step out. But he stopped when he heard the voice of Iqbal speaking. " Oh yeah, what about the old lady? have you guys taken care of it?"


"Already Sir! Ibu Rina has been used as a cleaner at the Villa in Ubud."


"Good! now you can get out!" the assistant stepped out and closed the door.


"Based on a stupid girl! how could she run away from me and not remember who I am?" muttered Iqbal with a thin smile perched at the corner of his lips.


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Time flies so fast this term is not just words. Time is spinning so fast. It doesn't feel like 4 months has passed.


Rendra woke up with a heart so happy, returning the smile of the sun that greeted her morning. How not, today is the day he is very much looking forward to, where he and the idol of Keysa will hold a wedding after they were engaged 4 months less a week, ago.


Seno's plan to marry Rendra at the age of 25 or 26 years was extinct once caught the two were 'warning tongue' in the office of Rendra. Seeing that, Seno finally decided to marry them rather than later happen unwanted things, even though he actually felt doubtful, he said, given the age of Rendra is only 21 years and will only pass S1 in two months.


At 9 am, finally the sacred event that made Keysa and Rendra legitimate husband and wife carried out smoothly without any obstacles.


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"What's my schedule today?" Iqbal walked with a hand that always went into his pocket, and a view that remained straight ahead.


"Jam 10 later you will have a meeting with vendors who will hold our new hotel construction project in Bandung, Tuan, Tuan, At 1 pm with clients who ask that our company to cooperate with their advertising company, and at 7 pm attended the wedding of Mr. Seno's son.Did you decide to attend the event?" ask the personal assistant who is always loyal to accompany him where and whenever it is.


Yes, for two months Iqbal decided to return to Jakarta and handed over the management of his business in Bali to his trusted people there.


"Of course I'll be there. You get me the clothes I'm gonna wear tonight!" Iqbal said with the corners of his lips drawn slightly upwards, smiling mysteriously.


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The sky has begun to change color to orange, the sign of the day has begun to twilight and the sun is about to return to the contest. The lights have begun to be lit, as a substitute for sunlight to illuminate the city of Jakarta.


Rendra glanced at the clock on the wall that almost showed at 7pm, a sign that the reception was about to start.


Keysa looks beautiful with a white wedding dress. He looks very simple because Keysa does not like too much with the glamour. But even like that, it does not necessarily cover Keysa's beauty.





Likewise with Rendra who looks raven with his black tuxedo.


"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, the king and the queen for tonight! let's give a big round of applause for the two of them! " all the guests stood up and applauded the two brides who had never stopped smiling. The song 'beautiful this white' accompanies both brides as they walk amid the guests towards the pelaminan.


When the event took place Iqbal did not stop staring at a girl who had always monitored secretly.



Looks Lisa who looks graceful with a gray dress that fits her very well. His black and long hair, curled up to the top, exposed his neck that made Iqbal's blood rustle and wanted to take Lisa right out of the room.



"Hi, Nak Iqbal thank you for taking the time to attend my son's party" Seno suddenly came to Iqbal with Bimo to greet Iqbal.


"Oh, of course I must be present Mr. Seno. Congratulations to you!" Iqbal shook Seno's hand. Then move on to Bimo. "How are you, Mr Bimo?"


"As you can see, if I'm okay" Bimo said with a faint smile.


Iqbal did not enjoy the talk of Seno and Bimo at all. The tail of his eyes from earlier always glanced towards Lisa, who was always laughing happily. Without her noticing her hands clenched tightly so saw many young men greeting Lisa and making her acquaintance.


"Your attention, Lisa. How dare you return their smiles" Iqbal growled in his heart.


"What's the matter with Iqbal? do you have a problem? looks like you're not okay." Seno squinted both eyes, looking suspiciously at Iqbal.


"Oh, I'm fine, Mr. Seno! but, I'm sorry I left for a while, because there are important things that I want to take care of." said Iqbal, saying goodbye because he saw, Lisa who moved from her place. The girl seemed to be going to the toilet and the most alarmed was when there was a man who seemed to be following her from behind.


Tbc