My student's my future husband?
Episode 1's

The sun was warm that morning. The cool air of Bandung City that I once breathed, has now been changed by the crowded pollution on the streets. However, the sound of birds chirping and insect squealing can still be heard when the sun greets. The fog and smoke of pollution mix into one, which then a few more minutes will fade with time.

Today is like any other day. I left for college in the morning, because there was a teaching schedule in the first hour. The streets are full of all kinds of vehicles. My flagship leather jacket is always able to ward off the smell of pollution that will contaminate my clothes. Understandably, I always drive a classic-style modern motorcycle if I have to go to campus. Yes, in order to minimize being stuck in traffic, I must be good at riding a motorbike smartly, overtaking large or small vehicles in order to quickly arrive at the beloved campus.

My glasses and antique-style helmet came off upon arrival in the parking lot of the faculty I was teaching at. Before I go to class, I have to pass the department room. Ah, I feel like I've always been the center of attention for the many people I've crossed. Especially the look I wore today. Ankle boots shoes, a knee-length suede red skirt, a black shirt with a brown vest definitely looks very fashionable. Plus my long hair that was painted in red, made my appearance even more charming.

I applied a little powder and lipcream, and perfume before I taught. Sip, my appearance is perfect, and I am ready to teach with confidence.

I dress up and look attractive not to attract the attention of many people. It's just because I like it, and I feel more confident. I often hear some people who don't like me, he said I'm flirting, pretentious, or charm. Whatever! Importantly, I've become myself and I don't care about what they all say.

I walked through the corridor of building C, where I was going to teach.

"Good morning (Good morning), Miss Ajeng!"

The diligent students who had been sitting waiting for class greeted me. I'm glad they greeted me kindly, feeling they respected me. I returned their greetings with a smile.

The 304th class room on the third floor was already filled with about 30 students, if all present of course.

"Good morning, everybody (Good morning everyone!)!" Sapaku arrives in class.

A lot of eyes were on me, read by me, they were amazed by me. These are nice (Good)! I'm proud of myself.

"Okay, now please open your Grammar Book page 25 (OK, now please open Grammar Book page 25)! I said with spirit.

Yes, I was a lecturer in English Literature at one of the elite private campuses in Bandung City. I'm 25, still young? Of course (Still young? Sure thing)! I've been appointed a permanent lecturer this year. It makes me more energetic and energetic. This career has always made me happy. Surrounded by many people, while teaching what I have learned, I find it useful to many people. Therefore, I always try to look attractive and energetic, so that my energy can spread to all of them, my students, my lecturer friends, and anyone I meet.

Not infrequently, I get verbal sexual harassment. But I don't care, I assume the wind is passing. This is my life, so I must stand for my own life (This is my life, so I must be strong) .

"Is everything filled?" ask me to make sure before they get home.

"Ferdian, are you absent yet?" I ask, only that child usually forgets to spend my lesson hours.

A tall student, probably in his 180s centimeter, stood up from his stool. His face was handsome, his skin was pure white, and his shoulders were wide. He seems to have a job as a model. Dress style and her hair is neat. He walked forward, towards the digital attendance.

"Hey habit, next week don't forget again huh?!"

He nodded, then scanned the barcode from the map I brought in for his digital absence. Then walk back to his seat.

"Okay, thanks for today! Don't forget to do your assignment! See you later, bye! (All right, thanks for today! Don't forget to do the job, okay? See you soon, byeah!)"

"Bye!!" students retaliated.

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What an exhausting day. Even though it's only two classes on my schedule today. But it feels exhausting.

Suddenly my phone rang after teaching.

"Hello? What's up, Ma?" I asked my mom who called me all of a sudden.

"Well you'll be home, huh? Papa the arrival of his best friend, all of us are friends!"

"What's the event?" askaku while stepping foot towards the parking lot.

"Really really important! For your dad, Mom, and of course, yourself (Very important! To papa, Mama, and you of course)!"

"Really (Really)?!" Manya make sure.

"Sure, Honey! This is your dad's best friend I haven't seen in a long time. He was the one who always helped us to rise from the slump of life. Even he's also the one who financed your school until your business finances are completely stable!"

"Hmm. okay, I'll be there (Well, I'll be there)!"

"Come before 7pm?!"

I snorted in annoyance. I was planning to do some research for my latest review journal. But I have agreed, meaning I must not reason not to attend.

That night at exactly 18:30 I arrived at papa's house. My sister who lives in Jakarta, Nadya, also came with her husband, Mas Bima and their cute son, Alice. Ah, it seems that indeed the guest this time is really important.

"How are you (How are you), Unfortunately Papa?" ask Papa while peeping my cheek.

"I'm good, Pa! Papa's healthy, right?"

Papa nodded. Although both live in Bandung, I rarely come to visit Papa and Mama's house, only occasionally if the schedule feels loose.

"Find your Mama, gih! He has something for you!" abugn.

I walked to Mama's room. She looked beautiful even though her face was already visible.

"Hi, Ma! Papa said, Mama there's something for me?" I'm straight, kissing my mom.

"Yes, this is it, used now!" he said, while presenting a peach-colored dress with a length of sebetis and sabrina-modeled arms.

"For me? Wearing this, right now (For me? Wear this now)?"

Mama nodded steadily.

"But for what? What is the show today?" my question is full of wonder.

"Well, Mama help you wear it?"

I was forced to take off all my mainstay outfits, and replace them with that dress. It looks beautiful and it suits me very well. Why should I wear it? Plus mama draped a white gold necklace, with a maroon-colored jewel pendant like my hair color.

"Wow, you look so beautiful, darling (Wow, you are so beautiful, dear)! Nadja! Try to see here, how do you think Ajeng looks?"

Nadya came to lead her daughter.

He closed his mouth with wide eyes.

"Stunning (Charming)!" said brief.

Actually, I felt uncomfortable in this dress, it was cold because my shoulders were exposed.

"Mama! Our guests have arrived!" dad called us all.

We all rushed out to greet papa's special guest, who turned out to be a family from Om Gunawan. Unexpectedly, Om Gunawan who often Papa met was the main donor of our family. Usually he looks fit with his handsome body. But what I saw tonight was so different. He looked weak and his eyes were soft, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by his servant. Beside him walked his beautiful wife with long wavy hair, Aunt Bella. Then, behind him seemed to walk a tall and strapping young man wearing a tuxedo suit. Her hair was tidy and shiny like her pantofel shoes. His face was so familiar in my eyes, just where had I met him?

"Welcome to our residence, my friend, Mr. Gunawan!" greet Papa in the hall room of our house.

Papa hugged his best friend tightly with tears, it seems that their relationship is so close.

"Repair to heal, sir!" papa said, rubbing his eyes.

Om Gunawan nodded. He seems to have trouble speaking because of Haru.

We regret it one by one. And Aunt Bella too. I just realized that man, when I saw his face clearly in front of me.

"You, Ferdian?"

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