The Love Hypothesis
Eps 12's
The next day in the room, Mr. Dhiaz felt the gab. So he opened the sosmed, he found a funny post about the Get Contact app.
Mr. Dhiaz was curious to try too. He started to decide to download the Get Contact app as well.
After installing the app. He found the name in the number is generally kept with the usual name only.
It is different when you open a special number. He was spinning because one of the contacts named him Lecturer Killer.
Who else if not Aisyah, only she was the student who had her contacts. Mr. Dhiaz laughed for a long time.
Suddenly he remembered something. Today he had to play futsal. Futsal matches between lecturers and students have indeed become a routine on the campus where he teaches in every semester.
Mr. Dhiaz's thoughts are now flashback to last week. When some auntie excited seduce him for sitting without a partner.
If Aisyah comes along, the overexcited aunts will not bother her anymore. In addition to being mistaken for his partner, also because Aisyah who can bluntly defend him like when at the house of Aisyah Munaf.
In the middle of that thought, his face rang. Apparently the caller managed to return his smile.
“Halo, assalamu ‘alaykum sir.”
“Wa ‘alaykum greetings. What is Aisyah?”
“Thank you well sir, already send Sammy to home.”
“Sammy who?”
“Sammy perias it loh, which sir told him to teach me martial arts too.”
“Oh that one. His name is Sissy, not Sammy.”
“The original name is Sammy, sir. Thank you sir, later if I already have money, sir money will I change as soon as possible.”
“No need to return. Oh yes Aisyah, you are ready. I'll pick you up later in the afternoon, there's another assignment.”
“Can't have the task postponed tomorrow only. I'm tired of just getting home from college sir. Understand me please!”
“After doing his job, I take you for a walk. Just pick a place, I promise you'll go there. Please Aisyah, just you can help me complete this task.”
Aisyah just shut up, make Mr. Dhiaz slumped. Mr. Dhiaz is now racking his brain. “I release you from assistant duties for a week.”
“Promise well sir for a week.”
“Yes, promise. I'll be there later. You get ready, dance like Sissy taught you. No need to wear heels, this time you are free to use flat shoes.”
“What? Just yesterday, Sissy taught make up. Not yet proficient me sir.”
“Ya already then do not need dandan.”
“Okay, sir." Aisyah then disconnects the phone call from Mr. Dhiaz.
“Yes. Can be free from the shackles of Mr. Dhiaz for a week,” he said then to the bathroom.
After bathing, Aisyah also wears one of the gamis given by Mr. Dhiaz.
Mr. Dhiaz was ready, without lingering he immediately drove his car to Aisyah's house. Before long, Dhiaz arrived at his assistant's house.
As usual, Aisyah sat in the middle seat. Mr. Dhiaz as a driver immediately drove his car to the stadium where the futsal match was held.
“Padahal already wear T-shirts. But the aura of the killer lecturer remained emanated,” thought Aisyah after entering the car.
They arrived at the stadium. Some students and lecturers who participated in watching the futsal match, continued to highlight the name of Mr. Dhiaz who was proficient in playing futsal.
The match went on, the provisional score was 1-2. It was the team that led the match.
“Damn it, two days ago I was humiliated on campus. Masa’ humiliated also here,” Inner Ilham as opposite team play pack Dhiaz.
The referee's whistle finally let out a long and loud scream. Inspiration has tried hard, but he still lost until the game is over.
“Congratulations,” pak Dhiaz greeted Ilham by showing a mocking smile.
“This is what I like about you Key. It's pretty like to encourage anyway. Thank you dear.” Inspiration then hugged Keysya.
While Mr. Dhiaz, he was mobbed by his fans to ask for photos. Maybe because Mr. Dhiaz looks so macho when sweating.
The sweat that soaked his body revealed his torn bread. Mr. Dhiaz looks so sexy because of that.
Let alone pure women, rainbows like Sissy just label a sexy Dhiaz sir.
“Ganteng-gang single, should have been married at the age of three heads. In order not to be disturbed by many women anymore, Aisyah's inner” when witnessing the phenomenon of Dhiaz lovers.
Mr. Dhiaz serves only a few fans. He who was thirsty just took a cold drink in Aisha's hand, and gulped it down.
“Sir, that's my side.”
“Duh, sorry sorry. I'll replace ya.”
“Not a problem instead sir. I just feel kek student durhaka. Masa’ yes lecturer drinking the rest of his students.”
“Newly aware yes you are a student of insubordination?”
“Yes yes, I am an exemplary student.”
“Exemplary students from Hong Kong. Being invited here should be given free duty first for a new week mau.”
“The name is also symbiotic mutualism. If only nemenin without being given free duty, it's called symbiosis parasitism sir.”
“Stay mutualism, because you must be happy to see Ilham lose. So, thank your lecturer this.”
“That there is a sir who should thank me. Thanks to me, the aunts no longer want to bother sir.”
Mr. Dhiaz directed his gaze towards Aisyah looking. “What's up with the aunts?”
“Sok amnesia yes sir. Suddenly instantly forgot with his acute fans.”
“Ha ha, okay tell me. What happened?”
“Tante-tante was wondering what I am sir. Because I'm so good, I said I am your future wife. They immediately broke their heart. I am sure they will not bother sir again after this.”
“Nice aid Aisyah's. As a token of gratitude, thank you I will treat you to eat ice cream as much as possible.”
“Bby, ice cream made by brothers in the park only sir. It feels numero uno.”
His exit from the stadium, Mr. Dhiaz kept his promise. On the way home, he stopped the car when he saw an ice cream seller in the park.
They both ate the ice cream he ordered. Delicious, Aisyah asked again. The second ice cream.
He suddenly stopped, as his net caught Keysya and Ilham joking around in the park. Ice cream that had been sweet, changed the taste to be a little bland. Even so he still spent because he did not want to mubadzir.
Aisha looked at them. “Someday, you will feel the pain I feel.”
In the evening, the prima donna of the campus contacts Keysya. “Key, you know not the woman who accompanied Mr Dhiaz in the stadium earlier?” send Adifa via WhatsApp message.
“She's my classmate Fa, why wonder about her?”
“Just curious anyway. Expect me from him?”
“Ya is obviously looking forward to you is a sist, far away even the difference. Like heaven and earth instead.”
“You can just praise it,” send Adifa by including shy emoticons.
“Not praise, but it is a fact so.”
They keep talking. Until not felt, mango has become a fruit. Sour fruit flavored spicy, salty, also sweet at the same time.
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