Syakir And Syakira
She again?

Syakir looked at the entire room he had just entered with eyes to a girl who was now looking down with a wry grimace.

He sighed. "Well, before I start. I want to have a quiz first! For those who are new to join and do not know the order of my teaching please see carefully because I will not repeat it twice!"

The deg!

The deg!

Syakira who was looking down and cursing Syakir in her heart, was suddenly surprised to hear the voice. The same voice hit him as he was about to enter the Dean's room.

"We're starting!"

Syakira spontaneously looked up and looked ahead.

Grn, deg, deg..

The two eyes looked at each other again like before. Syakira. He does not believe in people who are currently standing in front of a table that should be occupied by their class lecturer.

She again? Why is that miser here?? Was he the one that Ayu had summoned Asdos?? Ck. Why do I have to see you again?! Growing up broke my mood today!" His mind was still looking at Syakir who was now staring at all his students.

Syakir who saw the girl with the same name as him was now back with a sour face, could only sigh.

"What's my fault with her to the point that that pretty face is so mad at me? Uh. Beauitiful? Yeah anyway. She is beautiful. But Honey.. Gorgeous-beautiful fierce!" His mind wanted to giggle amusedly.

But he could not laugh because he was currently replacing a lecturer who was attending a seminar out of town.

The economics major course continues to run for up to two hours. Throughout those subjects, Syakira unceasingly frowned and continued to grumble inwardly.

But he could not get out of the room. Because the father told him to still have to go to college even though their current finances have been thinned.

Something Syakira herself doesn't know. And deliberately hidden by his Papa.

Syakir and Syakira collided again until they fell on the floor.

Bruoukk.

"Astaghfiullah!"

"Huhhh.. Se tan lo dodol!!!" peekik Syakira was so upset with Syakir who was currently fighting again with him.

"Ooh.. Ssstt.." sizzled Syakir who felt pain in one big toe of his foot that was stepped on by Syakira's foot.

"That's why, then? How do you like it every time your path always nabrakin me? Is my fault the same you?? Huh?" he cried to Syakir who now closed his eyes when he heard the high shrill sound of Syakira.

"Yes.. It's not my fault, either? I know someone else wants to go out but you're playing a robot! Yes hit! Good thing it's just my body! If my bike can change you!"

The deg!

"What did you say? Do you pray that I die, right? It's good for you!" he said he did not accept Syakir's words

"As far as you are. Obviously, I'm not the one who's wrong. But You! Also in the hallway of the campus. You hit me, you accused me!"

"Gue doesn't care! That's obvious. Here's what's wrong you! Not me! Hishh.. Where else hurts my hands!!" his reply did not want to lose while continuing to collect his books scattered in front of Syakir.

"Next time keep the book at home. No need to take a lot to school. It is very clear that girls like you never learn at home and always like to hang out everywhere and always go home at night. Remember Neng! This is Medan, not Jakarta!"

The deg!

The deg!

Syakira clenched both her hands.