
A cold chill pierced my skin, when I felt a pat on my left shoulder. In my shadow, I was just applauded by the twin angel Munkar-Nankir who likes to talk about charity.
"What the hell is kir? I have never heard of Iqbal CJR. The oath!! No lie!!" I said, cupping my hands in front of my chest and kneeling in front of the angel Nankir.
The clap of angel Nankir grew louder, making my left side sag to the ground. With a voice,
"Tiara, what are you talking about?"
WAIT UP!!!
Why is Nankir's angel voice like a gini? Is Nankir njelma's angel a girl???
"Tiara, wake!!!"
Ohhh!!! It's Nankir's angel, really njelma being a girl. I said in my heart after seeing the appearance of the beautiful woman standing in front of me. But, how big is his stomach???
"Angel Nankir is 7 months pregnant?" ask me reflexes.
"THE TOWER!!!"
Wugh... The terrible cry from my front toa makes me realize that I have been dreaming and imagining about my biased deeds. I rubbed my eyes and saw Eva standing in front of me with a waistline.
"Loh. mbak Eva" said I pretended to be stupid, although I remember the events I just did in front of him.
"Huf... You make me high blood!! Comein! Don't sleep here, sleep in the guest room!" he said it embarrassed me. But I shook my head slowly, I did not want to spend time at my lecturer's house. Can die my lice if my lecturer knows my behavior when sleeping and waking up.
"Keep... Do you want to go home?" ask Eva.
I nodded and got ready to go home.
"Outside of the heavy rain, Reon had also been sleeping from an hour ago. If you want to go home, what do you want to ride?" Ask.
WAIT UP!!! Mr Reon was pat from an hour ago? And let me fall asleep while sitting here? What kind of a human is that???
"Gojek mbak" I said while removing HP whose signal was not touched at all because of the rain.
"What about the gini midnight gojek?" Ask Eva again. Suddenly, I saw a sweet circular watch on my wrist. Hours 23.45.
My body like to lemes without bones, can not be supported. Finally I decided to accept the offer mbak Eva to stay at his house Pak Reon. Sister Eva showed me to the guest room, and left me after giving me a glass of warm milk chocolate.
Huft... I threw myself into a super soft bed. It's softer than my bed at home. This was my first time staying at my college. What should I do tomorrow? Do I have to act like a beautiful teenager? What if my absurd soul shows up tomorrow?
Hu-hu... I want to cry!!
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On the morning, life in this house began to gradually live since the dawn had ended. Finally, I can be transformed into a teenage girl full of elegance after I set the alarm 5 times on my HP without stopping.
Mr. Reon became a prayer priest of the shajuh prayer which only filled two ma'mum, namely me and mbak Eva. I'm not going to say that Mr. Reon's voice is amazing melodious when chanting the Quran readings as in the stories of novels, where he will be my priest in the future. Because his voice is mediocre in my opinion, still good qori sound in my home.
After praying, Eva invited me to cook in the kitchen. She said she wanted to eat cheese waffles early in the morning, but she couldn't make them and she told Reon to make them. Haha... I laughed when I saw Mr. Reon clumsy with kitchen utensils.
"Ev, you're so nosy about telling me to make cheese waffles?" sungut while putting flour dough that I feel it tastes mixed, not clear.
"Come on Re, for my baby's sake" said spoiled Eva. I'm still in the stealthy type behind him.
If my HP is not lowbat, surely I am Vidio in!! my inner.
"Near!! Please, you help Reon dong! You said you could make waffles" he said, surprising me. I cooked the same Reon sir? Hello, how's my heart and ears?
"Should ya mbak?" ask me, trying to subtly refuse.
"Yes. I'm asking for help!!" He said as he looked at me with a stare of emphasis. I remember Mr. Reon's words,
'I don't accept rejection, Tiara'
Finally, without having a choice to refuse, I also stood up and walked towards Mr. Reon who was busy with the dough that did not so-so. I saw gemess!!
"Tiara? What the hell are you doing? It's not sterile!!" Snapped Mr. Reon after seeing me as good as eyed dipping my finger into the dough and feel it.
"Ouch... You want to poison me, right? This salty dough is not curled" I spray directly to Mr. Reon, without realizing that what I sprayed was my lecturer.
"Who told you to dip your hand in the dough and feel it? If this is a chemical practicum, it could hurt you!!"
Wadaw... What is the language of chemistry? Well, I also realize that the chemical practicum is not necessarily safe. Well, this is a kitchen practicum, the material is definitely safe.
"Sir, this is in the kitchen, not in the lab. Ah, I threw away that dough! We'll do it again!" I finally said. Rather than later my mouth can not be conditioned and threaten my student status.
With the view still intimidating, Mr. Reon finally chose to obey my will to build the dough that has been made with difficulty. After mixing up all the dough, my prank instinct appeared to prank Mr. Reon.
"Sir, take spatula dong!" Ask me without looking into his face. But in the end Mr. Reon complied with my request and turned around.
Haha... At that time I immediately turned to a spoon full of dough right behind his head. And once Reon's sir turned around,
CPAK...
I can't help but laugh, still pretending to be stupid.
"HAHAHA..."
The sound of laughter came from behind me, precisely the sound came from Eva who was sitting sweet while recording me and Reon cooked. Shit!! Miss Eva caught me.
The sound of someone's growling distracts me from Eva's HP.
"You're intending to use me?" ask him with a drawn look right in both of my eyes.
"Lohs... Father why?" ask me to pretend to be stupid.
"It!! Finish it yourself!" said mr. Reon. Then it passed from in front of me and Eva.
Ma'am Eva is still laughing, while I've smiled with the success of my brain to prank Mr. Reon.
"Do you dare really work with Reon?" said Mr. Eva who I answered with a smile.
Yes, mbak, rare opportunity I can get a moment to work with Mr. Reon.
"Be careful!! Reon's a little bit vindictive!!" said mbak Eva made my hair stand up.
Have I gone too far??? my inner.
Seriate...