SHE
4| Baby???

People say life is like a wheel sometimes on the bottom, sometimes we feel the pleasure of life and sometimes we feel the challenges of life. I know, it has become a human destiny.

Today the weather is cloudy, the breeze is coming from North to South. Like the weather is like gini, I choose to sit in the campus garden surrounded by beautiful flowers. Enough of my ears are hot to hear the humming of pretentious humans judge something without them knowing the original incident or the evidence of the truth, I better hear the buzz of bees, I hear the humming of bees, at least I don't know what the bees say.

"Why are you here alone?" Ask someone who suddenly stood in front of me, blocking the half-day morning sunlight that shone on my face.

I'm surprised who's talking to me in such a raw language, but after I see in my heart I say, no wonder.

"What are you doing here, too?" Ask me without answering the question.

"I want to pay attention to what you notice" replied Mr. Reon while sitting next to me.**** I was shocked, why he replied soft-spokenly. What other rumors will spread if you know Mr. Reon is sitting next to me.

"Why are you sitting here?" I asked in shock at his behavior.

"What if I'm sitting here? It's a public place, right?" The answer. OMG, this father does not know what rumors are circulating among his students? What is he not busy with his job?

"Please you sit here, I want to go home first" said I invite at once goodbye to my esteemed lecturer father.

"I haven't told you to go" Reon said, making my blood boil.

I take a slow breath. Giving a warning to my simmering emotions that he was my lecturer and my value was at stake. Finally I turned to face him who was still faithfully sitting while facing me.

"Sorry sir, but this is in a public place. I don't want there to be rumors spreading about my father and me, if anyone wants to talk, please father my WhatsApp." I immediately turned around and left Mr. Reon alone at the park.

I'm not that crazy for the same single lecturer who almost all 3 faculty students ngefans at once horrified the same him. Said Jeli ~my best friend who was covered~ pak Reon was perfect, already pinter, rich, young, ngggganteng anyway. Only one drawback, he never showed his good heart to his students.

At that time I believed the same Jeli talk, in that time I was only in semester 1, still ABG labile who met a guy ngganteng a little klepek-klepek. But now, after 2 years here and 2 weeks of getting to know Mr. Reon all the flattery is gone and run aground replaced by a sense of reluctance and emotion. Only one that I really from Jeli's talk, Mr. Reon was never kind to his students. Camn it!

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Mr. Buthek is calling...

WHAT??? I was 100% shocked after the swearing I made earlier. Why also my lecturer called the middle of the gini mall, this is at 2 am on Tuesday morning. The first call I didn't pick up, my shadow might just be him slipping and calling me. But after 3 calls, I picked up the phone from him.

"Hallo, what's wrong, sir?" I asked half sleepy.

"Where are you?"

"Home sir"

"You'll be ready at 4 I'll pick you up"

"Why are you, sir? I don't want to be kidnapped"

"Hahaha who wants to kidnap you? Tomorrow I have a research seminar in Singapore, we fly there"

"But sir-"

"I don't accept Tiara's refusal"

Diiite... Diiite...

"Pak- hello... Hello"****, I'm spontaneous. It's a really bad father, really tomorrow's holiday but I'll have my own show. Then I now have to why, cook me packing-packing middle malem? I don't know how many days there? What should I bring? ***** was Mr Buthek!!!

Finally after the maki-maki is not clear, I returned to the floor because my mattress is full of items that I will bring to Singapore.

I was half-conscious when my door was knocked from the outside, rubbing eyes that somehow could not open, I opened my room door.

"Outside there is your nyariin, man" said Mbak Eri told me.

"Who the hell is mbak? Not people times, dedemit." I said half conscious.

"Your lecturer said" said Mbak Eri who also held back sleepiness.

WHAT, MY PROFESSOR???

I grabbed a towel hanging behind my door and ran to the bathroom.

"BILANGIN MBAK, TELL ME TO WAIT A MINUTE!" I screamed from the bathroom.

Oh my God, I forgot to have an appointment with the professor. After a super fast shower, super fast clothes, super fast hoodies without make up, and get in my stuff super fast. I finally got out of my rented house, Reon sir sat in his car while looking at his advanced smartphone.

"Sir" I said with a smile as sweet as I made.

"Tell 20 minutes, come in!" His orders are on me. I quickly opened the car door and sat down next to Mr. Reon.

Awkwardly. That's what I felt in the car, between awkward and sleepy. The problem is, Reon was also silent without saying a word. People get angry the same time I, I thought. Finally with the courage that I forced out.

"Sorry sir" I said at last. And you know what Mr. Reon's reaction is? Just shut up, without even retaliating. Finally because he did not want to answer and I sleep heavily, I choose to sleep in the car Mr. Reon. Stupid considered to have no manners, I am still a young girl bang!!!

I looked up at Adzan Shahuh from a distance, this time I did not forget that I was in the car again Mr. Reon. Mr. Reon turned his car around after seeing a mosque on the left side of the road. I'm shocked, as long as I think Mr. Reon is different from me. Do you know what it means to be different? Well different beliefs are the same I, where I know if he turns out to be the same as me, the problem is that Mr. Reon's face has an accent British not Indo.

"You want to go down no? The car wants me the key" Reon said after parking his car in the courtyard of the mosque. I just took my bag next to my feet and came down, I didn't want to die young in the car because I was out of oxygen.

Mr. Reon left me so beside his car without wanting to show where the location of the women's special wudlu, very bad yes ni lecturer, not very sensitive. Ok, I am fine, I can really find my own, my inner self.

After performing the prayer of worshipers shabuh, I misah from the line of female shaf consisting of only 7 women who have mostly eaten the sweet acid of life, until their faces wrinkled. While waiting for Reon, I prepare first. Usually women's preparation will not be far from powder and lipstick. After 7 minutes of waiting for Mr. Reon, finally my esteemed lecturer came out of the mosque. Maybe if my friends are in my current position, they will definitely drool while looking at the face and body of Reon without blinking. Why did I say that? Because now Mr. Reon looks charismatic and so cool.

"Why did you see me that way?" Ask Mr. Reon to me, I suddenly cleared a little to eliminate my nervousness. I think my eyes and brain need to be tergerfishin if I come home from Singapore.

The situation in the car was still like that. Awkward without being prevented. I am confused about what to do and how, if I want to sleep again, embarrassed my dong is running out shajuh. When I wake up, what do I do?

Finally the silence and awkwardness was solved by the sound rington from my lecturer HP.

"Please lift!" Pinta sir Reon on me. Without further ado I raised his HP Mr. Reon, and I loundspeker.

"Hallo Reon, where are you?"

The spoiled voice across, made my feathers stand up without my command.

"I'm on my way, going to Singapore. Why?" Ask Mr. Reon.

Me, you. Is it not wrong for me to hear?

"When do you come home? Baby I miss"

WAIT.***** is it, so has Mr Reon been married and have children???

So, hot news that Mr. Reon is not married yet, lie dong???

FOOLED BY ME!!!

Seriate...