The Love Hypothesis
The Eps 30
Mr. Dhiaz and Aisyah arrived at the campus parking lot. “Sitting in front. There are important things that we must talk about,” told Mr. Dhiaz.
“I sit in the middle sir, usually it is also so.”
“Iya usually, but ribet Aisyah. Once your habit if you are told, there must always be a reply. Your mouth just stopped sniffing if I say thank you in your brain.”
“I sit in front if pressed sir. We are not muhrim,” elak Aisyah.
“Salah herself, how many times have I married. But your answer remains the same, definitely not willing. Do you really have no feelings for me?” ask Mr. Dhiaz with a serious face.
“Yup, I have no feeling for you.”
“Look at me, before entering the car try to do like this.”
Mr. Dhiaz made a circle using the fingertips of his left thumb and the tips of his left index finger. It also applies on the right hand, but is linked to the left hand circle first. It is formed like a chain.
Aisyah imitates it, “Terus?” tanyanya.
“Say I love Dhiaz while releasing your hand link!”
“I love Dhiaz.” With ease Aisyah's hand link came off. “Most is. It can be loose,” he continued.
“Good, you are very smart. Do it again, but change it so I don't love Dhiaz. Now!"
“I don't love Dhiaz.” This time Aisyah's hand link did not come off. Still fused so tightly. “Why can't you leave sir?” tanyanya's confused.
“Because you're a liar. If you talk your mouth likes to be out of sync with your heart.”
Aisyah stared cynically at Mr. Dhiaz.
“Enak only accuse.”
“I don't just accuse. Whether or not your hand link reveals the facts. If it is easy to loose means yes, if not easy to loose means no.”
Aisyah began to understand the meaning of Mr. Dhiaz. “Jadi . .”
“Test inaccurate. Come quickly sir, hunt afternoon!” Because of the salting, Aisyah immediately sat in front.
“You are too proud to admit your feelings,” said Mr. Dhiaz and drove his car.
“Forget it please! He said he wanted to talk about something important. What is that?”
“Tomorrow nights there is a race Cinderella Fashion Show.”
“Terus?” ask Aisyah to relax.
“I have registered you,” replied Mr. Dhiaz no less relaxed.
“What? Couldn't have decided something to say first. You are my lecturer, not my husband sir. You have no right to manage my life as you please,” umpat Aisyah.
Mr. Dhiaz said nothing. But his shadow was so faithful to hear all the ravings that came out of Aisha's mouth.
“Still there?” ask Dhiaz after a few minutes.
Aisyah is silent, “Keysya participated in that race. That is why I registered you too,” continued Mr. Dhiaz.
“I have no basis at all in the model world, and sir wish I could beat Keysya who is already a professional in that field? Be realistic sir!”
“What's so hard being a model? Just walk away!”
“The competition is tomorrow sir. Cinderella's dress doesn't exist yet, glass shoes don't exist, exercise so model's never been. Original, you are too crazy sir.”
Aisyah's eyes lit up with restraining emotions. Unfortunately, tears fell on her cheeks shortly after.
“Sorry if I was rash. I think you can avenge yourself by beating Keysya in the race tomorrow. If you do not participate, my wife as a registrant so the bet. But it is okay, than see you cry like this.”
Still faithful remind, dilike ya kak🙄