The Love Hypothesis
Eps 25's

Of all the cakes available, Aisyah put her choice on sponge peca’. A typical South Sulawesi cake that has a soft texture, with a sweet taste by palm sugar.

“Eat this ah, let the words that come out sweet all. Sir should also try, peca’ sponge made by mothers here delicious loh.” Aisyah replied to Dhiaz sir's circus.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Dhiaz devoured sikaporo’ that he had taken. A bright cake that looks like a pudding, feels very soft when chewed in the mouth.

Mr. Dhiaz again attacked Aisyah mentally. “More good sikaporo’, the texture is soft. If you eat this often, attitudes can turn soft to each other.”

Mr. Dhiaz showed a proud smile, as if he had defeated Aisyah. But Aisyah went back on the counterattack.

“Box is sir, realistic dong. People if often eat sikaporo’ not make the nature so soft. Diabetes is caused by mostly sugar. Especially if you eat it in front of me, uhh sweet taste sikaporo’nambah.”

“If you see you, the cake is bland. No sweetness at all.”

In the midst of the quarrel of Dhiaz and Aisyah sir, Jusma called her mother. These two people are freer to berate each other. No more Jusma to break up their bickering.

“Yeee, tasteless bland.”

“Pictures like this many like.”

“If many like, why is it still so weathered bujang until now?” challenge Aisyah.

“You are also single,” ledek pak Dhiaz.

“If I am single, reasonable. It's still young, if that sir is unnatural. I am old and not married. Don't-don't sir impotent yes, ha ha ha ha.”

“What the, your mouth is really a source of slander.”

“Not impotent huh? Sir has not moved his direction as the prophets of Luth since breaking up from brother Aisha Muna. That's why I haven't married until now. Shame if exposed as a lecturer who married same-sex.”

“Do you need a new kukiss your mouth stops babbling?”

“Indeed there is a taste if the kiss is different type?” ledek Aisyah again.

“There, want to try?” ask Mr. Dhiaz with a smile and a mischievous look at Aisyah.

“Will never,” reply him in a relaxed tone. But his expression could not lie, if fear was approaching him.

“Dare to make a hypothesis but dare not research it. I'm deeply offended by your hypothesis. I'll make sure you check it out next year. Right on the first night of our wedding, you'll know how normal I am.”

“Enak aja, ogah.”

“Say ogah, but kepo with my personal problems. At least that's consistent yes.”

“How do you know my ex-boyfriend's full name if you don't? While you are not a psychic.”

“The name is also a student, it is natural that the lecturer.”

“Watch it is natural, you are my future wife.” This time Mr. Dhiaz's expression was flat, indescribably happy or sad.

“The agreement is no longer valid sir. I no longer want to play the role of pretending to be your future wife. One more, I am done to be your assistant.”

“It's not that easy to stop working with me Aisyah. Once you want, never expect to escape me. Coz it is impossible.”

Mr. Dhiaz who was usually just cold, is now getting worse. The lecturer who used to look killer but kind, instead looks like a psychopath who is threatening Aisyah now.

After finishing his tea, Dhiaz went straight home. But before he got out of the house, he took the time to turn first.

Her smile instantly expanded when she found Aisyah still sitting glued. Finally, he managed to scare the assistant away.

Mr. Dhiaz has gone home, at the same time Jusma has also finished doing the task of his mother.

“Your lecturer has returned Ai?” ask Jusma who just arrived there.

“Iya Juice.” Aisyah tried to look okay. Although actually he was still frightened, because he was ringing at the speech of Mr. Dhiaz before returning home.

“Your lecturer is handsome beut Ai. Make melting everywhere,” netra Jusma sparkles when saying it.

“What handsome? Just plain.”

“Table bell Ai. It's handsome, cool anyway. The dream man of a million women is mah.”

Aisyah also put the back of her hand on Jusma's forehead. “No fever, it means you do need glasses minus Juice. Your eyes are troubled, creepy guy as soon as you say cool.”

“Kak Aisyah, let's go home! Mama waiting outside,” invite Wahdah.

“I go home first well Juice, thanks for the foods and beverage. It feels number uno.”

“You are welcome Ai, by the way sometime I go to your house huh. Want to discuss the handsome lecturer earlier.” A thin and sweet smile adorns Jusma's face.

“Okay bestie, just come. My door is always open twenty-four hours for you.”

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