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6| Mr Broto, Please!

One word out of a million names in this world that could create various strange expressions on people's faces, that one word was news. Whether we realize it or not, our lives are full of news, not suffering. News is like the color of our lives, it makes us express what God has created for us. Just imagine if people never get news, then his life will be monotonous. She will never be happy, because she never gets the news. And he will never be sad, because he never gets sad news.

I also just got some news that made me worried and nervous. Do you know what will appear on my face now? What is certain is that I am not clear now. Btw, the news came from my beloved lecturer, not from Mr. Reon huh. This came from Mr. Broto, my PA lecturer. So you know now, why am I not clear?

I have now sat in front of Mr. Broto who is still faithful to eat siomay that I bought in the faculty cafeteria before his room.

"Acb... It's really uenak. You still want my favorite portion of siomay. Though for a long time I did not tell you to buy siomay kayak now. You want? If you want money, you buy it again later I nitip." Said Mr. Broto who I answered immediately with a slab. Where do I want to be told to go down again to the faculty, because nawarin in the end is also just a mode.

"okay... Okey... Yes, if you don't want to. The bottom line is why I called you into my room, while your grades are still safe in the last semester and these weeks. You know?" Ask mr. Broto. Well sir, if I know mah I will not defend my father here, my mind in my heart. But for the sake of maintaining my politeness as a student, I shook my head slowly.

"Well, if you don't know, don't tell. Here's a letter from the boss stating that I'm no longer your PA lecturer." Mr. Broto said like lightning in my ear. WHAT??? Mr Broto is no longer my PA lecturer? Who is dong?

"If not the father, continue my PA lecturer who sir?" Ask me with a haru-blue mimic. Because Mr. Broto is the best lecturer I have ever known at this campus, I am also comfortable at the same guidance Mr. Broto. Well why now can be moved as delicious as jidat gini.

"According to this letter, your PA lecturer is now Mr. Reon." The thunder and thunder with the rain grabbed my ears, head, and eyes. Unknowingly I stood up and prostrated to hold the leg of Mr. Broto.

"Oh God sir, please don't move me sir! I am very comfortable and happy with my father, I do not want to be guided by Mr. Reon sir. Help me sir!" I said unconsciously while crying on the knees of Mr. Broto.

Do you know what Brother Broto's expression is? He was shocked to see my behavior that did not have this shame vein. But if I ask the same Mr. Broto, he could not change the decision of the superior. Unless I ask and that too with a million questions that must be answered logically.

"Try it first!" Said Mr. Broto after calming me who is still sad over the transfer of my right of guidance. Finally with still sad I decided to receive this news with a roomy chest and out of his room Mr. Broto to meet my next om.

MR. REON.

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Pak Reon's room is still the same as his awesomeness, it's a very different assessment in my opinion as the assessment of the architectural child. If the architectural child judges that the room is masculine, Mr. Reon has a high artistic value and is young at heart. Yes, but this is not about art let alone economics. It discusses the air created by the owner of an expressionless room.

"Why did you come here? I don't call you" said Reon, who jleb directly in my heart. By the way, that's very cynical.

"I want to ask sir, is it true that my supervising lecturer is now replacing Mr Broto?" Ask me very carefully. Enough is enough, I do not want to be answered cynically again by him.

"According to this letter it is like that." The answer means that he is my next PA lecturer.

"Is there a problem with my grades sir?" Ask me again, although I already know that my value is not problematic for now.

"Your grades are pretty good and I'm sure you can keep them, as long as you're not busy going out with Aga." Replied Mr. Reon who made me complain restrained. Just now I want to be excited because his praise is rarely heard in my ears, but a second later he has slandered me who did not. I think Mr. Reon has misunderstood my relationship with Aga. But how else, Mr. Reon is the types of people who do not accept explanations that he thinks are not important.

"Let you here please help me correct the quiz belonging to your generation!" Tell him while thrusting a stack of papers towards me. I again complained stifled, my initial intention was to refresh the brain in the faculty cafeteria after from the room Mr. Reon was even now restrained here.

Just a minute I was sitting on the sofa opening the first sheet, the phone in my bag rang. With a quick motion I take a cellphone and see who nelphon me at this hour.

Mimi I'm nelphon? Without further ado, I immediately asked Mr. Reon's permission to lift the phone outside his room. Well I'm ashamed if to the extent that Mr. Reon eavesdropped on my conversation with Mimi.

"Mi Hallo?"

"Assalamu'alaikum" Mimi said across the phone.

"Wa'alakummussalam warohmatullah, Mimi"

"How are you doing in London?" Ask Mimi.

"Ara is good Mi. Mimi, how's she doing at home?"

"Alhamdulillah, all the families here are fine. When are you coming home, ndok?" Ask Mimi

"Yes Allah Mi, Ara loh just here about three months of cooking has been asked when to go home?" I answered a little sewot.

"That means you're not going home next semester?"

"home. Ara must have come home Mi, even Ara's friends want to go there." I just said I was giving information.

"Yo wes if that's it. Don't forget to pray in the care, wiridnya, learn, do not splurge anywhere, eat nutritious food do not be ready to eat every day, and do not forget to share with his friends."

"Nggeh Mi, must be Ara inget really. Was it first, huh? Ara was called by lecturer Mi."

"Yes, assalamu'alaikum." Greetings Mimi ends the conversation.

"Wa'alakummussalam warohmatullah." I said hello to Mimi.

I sighed, always gini it feels like when the telphonan with Mimi. Mixed between relief and sadness. It felt like crying, wanting to go home and sleep on Mimi's lap.

Still in a jumbled state, the door beside me opened and displayed the neat figure of Mr. Reon with his majesty suit.

"I have business. Later at 1 o'clock I will supervise your adek-adek presentation, and the task that you have corrected. I don't want to know if it's in my house tonight." Said mr. Reon.

WHAT??? What kind of strong words are these? This is called studentless coercion!!!

Seriate...