My Lecturer's a Mafia
The guy at the bar

You can call me monster...🎶

As usual Keyrani started his morning by playing his favorite song where he is a fan of Kpop idols, especially boyband Exo which is currently booming among teenagers.

Listening to kpop songs has become a habit these days, especially when driving a car. The handsome face of the beautiful idol owned by the kpop makes Keyrani attention diverted from the men breng** around him.

Slowly the road through Keyrani is getting denser considering it is now 8 am where traffic is jammed. Sometimes he tries to get in between other cars if he gets a chance.

Not long after, the car driven by Keyrani slowly entered the campus gate and drove towards the parking lot.

Arriving at the parking lot, Keyrani got out of the car while carrying her bag and book. On the way to class. He vaguely heard other students were discussing a new lecturer who he said was one of the best and youngest lecturers in the country.

In a short period of time completed two masters at once at one of the best universities in America. And even graduated with perfect grades in every course and became the best graduate in the university.

Kehrani entered the class which was now crowded by other students. He walked to a chair in the corner by the window, where he usually was.

Not long after, a man entered the classroom while holding a book in his hand.

Quiescent. That's what's happening right now. All students are silent. The man who was currently standing before them looked so cold and stiff. But on the other hand, his face was so handsome and handsome. His jaw line was so clear and firm. Her eyeballs are bronze in color with pliable eyelashes. Really handsome.

Unlike the idols who look handsome at the same time beautiful. This man actually looks so handsome and beautiful at the same time sexy. Both are the same but have different auras.

"Good morning" said the man who was then answered simultaneously by the students

"It seems you've heard it. From today on, I will be your teacher. My name is Raymon Parveen Thesman. You can call me Ray" said the man firmly with his baritone voice

"Ray" said Keyrani recalling the name written on the paper

Keyrani narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the man who was currently standing in front of "why his voice sounded familiar to me" surprised Key again considering the events that occurred that night

"You.." yelling Kehrani suddenly made the whole class including Ray stare confusedly at him who is currently standing and pointing towards Ray who is now frowning confused with Kehrani who suddenly just yelled at him

Aware of being the center of attention, Kehrani closed his mouth "Sorry sir, there was a cockroach at my feet" said Kehrani lowered his head trying to find an excuse and then sat back in his place, even with such absurd reasons

"Wasn't he the man of the night" inner Kehrani tried to recall the incident.

Slowly his memory began to return, including when he ran and fell asleep in the trash until he vomited right in the man's body. Repeatedly he cursed himself for his stupid attitude in front of unknown people and again now the person is standing in front of him and claiming to be a new lecturer.

"Foolish base" said Kehrani slowly cursed himself

...***...

After struggling with books all day, Keyrani walks out of class and heads to the parking lot intending to go home. Until his gaze suddenly stopped on the figure of the man who is currently also in the parking lot.

Soon he turned and approached the man who was none other than Ray, his new lecturer.

"Heum... Mr Ray?" Sapa Kehrani ventured

"Please excuse me" said Kehrani slightly bowed "I was completely unaware of my actions that night" he continued in a bent position

"Practice me to eat"

"Yes?" Kehrani stared at Ray

"Didn't you want to apologize, so treat me to a meal and I'll forget about it"

"alright. On request, Mr. Ray"

"And one more thing, stop calling me Sir when we're outside" added Ray, who is only a member of Kehrani

"Where should I treat you, Ray?" Keyrani asked a little awkwardly

"Give me your number" asked Ray to hand over his phone making Keyrani stare confusedly at him "I have business today, so give me your number so I can call you when I'm free"

"Oh." immediately Keyrani grabbed the phone and typed the phone number "already" he said then handed it back

Ray grabbed his phone and got into the car. And drove his car leaving Kehrani still standing in his place.

"What's wrong with her? Why his face looks so stiff, flat and cold" complained Keyrani then intend to return to where his car is

But he had not yet stepped foot, he was stopped by a voice that was familiar and hated by him.

"You were dumped by me and now you're trying to get the attention of the new lecturer" said Jason, Kehrani's ex-girlfriend

"It's none of your business" press Kehrani tried to leave before he got emotional

"Basic jal***women who have no shame. Really similar to his mother" interrupted Devi suddenly

Kehrani who heard Devi's words was shocked and turned to slap Devi's face "please insult me as much as you do, but never once do you insult my mother" annoyed Kehrani pointed right at Devi's face which was currently holding her cheeks which slowly looked flushed

"How dare you slap me" cried Devi annoyed not to accept and intended to reply but immediately restrained by Kehrani

"Please take good care of your mouth*** this before I make him unable to speak again" threatened Keyrani then throw Devi's hand

"Wait for my revenge" furious Devi stroked her slowly painful cheeks while watching Kehrani's departure with her clenched hands

Meanwhile, Keyrani is currently arriving in the car. Immediately drive his car away from the parking lot. He tried to take a few breaths to ease his emotions.

His car drove into a residence that seemed to have been empty for a long time, but remained well maintained. This is her mother's only home. Often Kehrani felt sad, he would spend his time in this house. Recalling all his memories together with his mother including his childhood best friend who now disappeared somewhere.

Kehrani sat on the front bench of the house with a picture frame in his hand which was a photo of his birth mother. He rubbed it slowly trying to clean it from the dust.

"Ma, your own son. Papa no longer cares about me" said Keyani slowly then shed tears while hugging the photo of his mother tightly