The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 32. He's everywhere

Somehow I fell for you.

The answer is the same when I ask who knows if we can be together or not.

Why is it that every time you meet, this feeling can just come out.

It feels so hard to avoid, it seems like only you have managed to melt my heart.

My heart made me stupid. I'm a fool when I have to wait for the certainty that I don't know when you can give me.

Immediately decide, what is my feeling this so-called love clapping one hand? Or is my feeling just love in silence?

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# Sherina POV #

I really don't like people who can't be professional. Just because of personal problems, making others harmed.

What if it happens to me?

I continued to curse myself who was not constantly thinking about Gibran.

What if he misunderstands? My inner.

My phone has been a victim of my turmoil. I tried repeatedly to contact Gibran, but soon I decided to call even before the call was heard.

This is what I fear if I start to open my heart, it could be that my focus on seeking justice for my father and Shafiyyah could be distracted.

I'm still struggling with all my thoughts, about Gibran's misunderstanding, about the first step of what I have to do to start the fact-finding of my father's accident, plus the guilt on Laila's mom who started to tease me.

Suddenly the door of my room was knocked, making me have to leave for a moment all the burden of the mind that is still struggling spoiled in my mind.

I hurried to open the door, and was a little disappointed because the one standing in front of me was one of my students.

I don't know why I was hoping that knocking was the annoying guy, the sensitive coercor.

But where ever did Gibran knock when he entered my room, my inner.

“Sorry to disturb Mom, I would like to send a message from the rectorate if you are asked to see Mr. Martin in his room,”, the student said.

“Alright .. thank you,” reply.

A sweet smile from me accompanied the footsteps of the student who was getting away.

Not wanting to make Mr. Martin wait for long, I immediately rushed towards the rector's room.

As usual along the campus corridor I went through, almost every student and student greeted me.

And as the favorite lecturer of the students, of course I have to return their greetings with my smile.

Before entering Mr. Martin's room I first met his secretary to convey the meaning of my arrival.

I saw the secretary call Mr. Martin by phone, and shortly after the call was over I was allowed to enter.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

“Good day Sir,” my handkerchief.

“Siang Bu Sherina,” reply, “Please enter.”

“I get a message to see Father,” I explained after being welcome to sit down.

Mr. Martin then handed me a paper, which after I read it was an invitation to attend a national seminar for the rectors of the university.

“University we got a national seminar invitation that will be held tomorrow in Surabaya,” said Mr. Martin explained the intention of the invitation that I just finished reading.

I just nodded as I continued to pay close attention to Mr. Martin's every word.

“I want you who this time accompanied me to attend the seminar,”.

In my heart I am very happy to hear this, but I feel inappropriate because there are still many other lecturers who are more senior.

“Thank you Sir for the opportunity given to me, I am really very flattered because Mr. Martin wants to trust my ability,”.

“However, it seems there are still many other lecturers who are more senior and more competent than me, sir,” said.

I'm implied to have rejected Mr. Martin's offer.

“But me and the deans have agreed that the one who attended the national seminar this time is you,”, said Mr. Martin.

I'm silent for a moment.

Should I just take it, Dad? my inner.

Maybe by adding to my busyness I can take a little pause to calm myself from all the burdens of my mind.

“Alright Sir, I will try my best to accompany Mr. Martin during the national seminar later,” break up I finally.

Not wanting to linger in Mr. Martin's room, I immediately resigned.

I just went back to my room to pick up the bag and immediately went home to prepare.

The seminar will last for 3 days and 2 nights, and of course I need time to prepare all my needs.

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The seminar day arrived.

After taking an air journey for 1 hour and 30 minutes, now Mr. Martin and I finally landed our feet in the city of Surabaya.

All accommodation has been arranged by the university in collaboration with the seminar organizing committee.

The seminar took place in a luxury hotel, which in addition to being used as a place for seminars, this hotel will also be a place to stay for seminar participants who come from outside the city of Surabaya.

I think the location of the hotel is not so far from downtown Surabaya, just that once again congestion makes everything longer.

It took more than 1 hour to arrive at the hotel. Upon arrival at the hotel, Mr. Martin and I were given our own room key cards.

The new seminar will start tomorrow, until some participants from outside the city take advantage of today to get around Surabaya.

While I who began to feel tired immediately resigned to Mr. Martin as well as several fellow rectors and other lecturers who had been chatting together since.

I set my foot on the elevator, I can't wait to break my body.

The atmosphere this afternoon was quite quiet because I was the only one standing waiting for the elevator.

Ting....

A sound was heard when the elevator doors opened.

“Sherina ..”

“Pak Sadewaa ..”

I don't know why my tiredness suddenly came out when I met again with a widower who used to make my heart beat when near him.

“You're here for the seminar too?” tanyanya who got the nod from me in response.

“Wah .. I was lucky to meet you here,”.

“Sama ... I didn't expect to see you here,” reply.

“You are more beautiful Sherina,” praise without heeding the confused look of a woman who I suspect is a lecturer who accompanied Mr. Sadewa during the seminar later.

“Thank you Sir,” reply.

You are also more handsome, my mind also reciprocates the praise of Mr. Sadewa.

Yes ... I praise him in my heart. Since then, how dare I praise Mr. Sadewa directly.

“How are you?” tanyaku.

“Zaskia, how's it going? I haven't seen him in a long time,” I said.

Mr. Sadewa laughed, his laughter was still the same as before. He still looks more handsome when he laughs.

Oh, my God, what's wrong with me? Why am I so weak when I see the clear like Mr. Sadewa and Gibran, my inner being.

“Wow ... I will answer your questions one by one,” he replied.

“I'm fine Sherina, I hope you're the same.”

“Zaskia .. she is also fine. Now Kia and her mother are domiciled in Medan, at the home of Kiara's parents,”.

I just nodded, not wanting to comment on anything that could have made us finally discuss about the household matters of Mr. Sadewa and Ms. Kiara.

“What are still other questions?” ask Mr. Sadewa with a face that teases me.

I laughed while shaking. “Enough sir,” answered me while continuing my laughter.

“Then, can I ask you now?” tanyakanya.

I nodded, “Please, as long as your question is not as difficult as the question during the quiz in class,” I replied in a joking manner.

“What are you now still alone?” ask him without a stale base.

“Do I still have a chance?” ask again.

Blank .....

I looked, what answer should I give to Mr. Sadewa who now continues to look at me.

“Ekheemm ..” dehemhan from the woman who had been only a listener between the two of us had finally become my savior.

Mr. Sadewa looked disappointed, then turned to look at the woman.

I could see Mr. Sadewa raising both eyebrows, as if asking what his dehem meant.

“It's past 15 minutes of your schedule, Sir ..” he said.

Mr. Sadewa nodded then looked back at me.

“Can we have dinner together?” her door.

I have not yet answered, Mr. Sadewa has returned to speaking.

“I haven't given you a birthday present and you haven't bought me,” either.

While Mr. Sadewa was talking, I just kept silent. Still thinking of the right way to answer Mr. Sadewa's question before.

“How? We can have dinner together, right?” ask again.

“Ya, can .. I bi-can Sir,” replied I doubt.

A smile rose on Mr. Sadewa's face, before he finally resigned to attend his delayed meeting.

Jeez Sherina .. What other problems will you face tonight, my inner self.

I could only stare at Mr. Sadewa who was walking away, then after that with heavy steps I headed for my room to rest.

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Not felt the night arrived, successive messages from Mr. Sadewa have since adorned the screen of my phone.

“Do I pretend to be sick?” muttered.

“Or am I pretending to fall asleep?”

“Or me .....” my murmur came to a halt when the sound of knocking on the door sounded.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

Chequek, czech,

“Night Mr. Sadewa,” my handkerchief.

“Night ... are you ready?” tanyakanya.

How does he know my room number? I asked in my heart.

“Wait for me in the lobby well Sir. Give me 15 minutes to get ready,”.

“Alright, just relax and please take your time. I waited in the lobby,” reply.

After Mr. Sadewa left I realized that there was no way for me to escape, run, or avoid.

Face Sherina, tell me if your focus right now is not a love affair, I said in my heart to encourage myself.

The next fifteen minutes I was in the lobby. I spread my gaze looking for the figure of a tall man, who was dressed neatly with glasses that adorned his handsome face.

“Pak Sadewa ...” as I found the figure I was looking for.

“Sherina ...” a second later my name was also heard echoing.

Mr. Sadewa and I turned towards the source of the sound.

Mr. Sadewa's forehead frowned, observing the figure of the man walking hastily towards us.

“Gibran!” my peek.

What is Gibran doing here! Why is he everywhere! Inner me grumbling.

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