Titian Love Nadia
My heart's leaflet

"Have you not had a shower?" the sound of Tiara's bells with her lisp protesting her papa who had just finished jogging directly sat on the dining table chair.

"Papa just want to grab a drink, same look at the breakfast menu that Ma'am Nina made this morning, dear." Rasya took the water in the refrigerator and sat down again in front of his daughter.

"Papa bathe cana, later catapult Aya cama," Tiara's edict was like contracting an old snob virus from her eyes.

"Yes, Miss Tiara's a tadpole." Rasya got up close to his daughter and managed to pinch next to her puff cheek then half ran towards his room on the second floor.

"Ih, tanan papa kotol," shebik Tiara with her manyun lips.

"Why, Honey?" tanya Bu Nastiti who emerged from the kitchen helped Sister Nina bring the cuisine.

"Papa beyum shower, Yangti. Papa pinched Aya's cheek," the little girl grumbled.

"Papa must have washed his hands, dear. It's eaten porridge, want to add no soy sauce?" haibur Bu Nastiti's.

"Yes, Yangti. But Aya wanted to add the souvenir sauce," Pinta Tiara.

"In the meantime, Princess Eyang get it," said Ms. Nastiti. Tiara nodded in agreement.

30 Minutes later Rasya down to the bottom floor was neat with gray pants combined with a light gray shirt with a dobby texture, as well as a matching color line tie. He took a chair beside the unfinished Tiara eating his porridge. Mr. Baskoro and Rayan have already joined there.

"Lho, Papa's son hasn't finished mamam yet?" Rasya commented on his daughter and gently stroked Tiara's hair.

"Yes and Papa" said Tiara.

"You want a bribe?" ask Rasya.

"No no no" said Tiara.

"Happy?" Tiara nodded.

Rasya opened the plate in front of him, filling it with rice and side dishes. Enjoy breakfast without a sound.

"Today you didn't go to the office, did you?" Mr. Baskoro asked in between his breakfast to Rasya.

Rasya chewed his food slowly while answering. "Later noon, sir. Today Rasya there is a schedule to teach the first lecture in two classes until 12 noon."

"You're Rayan, when are you going to step on the office?" asked Mr. Baskoro to turn to his youngest son.

"Hehehe, Rayan is used to stepping on the office floor, sir," said Rayan.

"You mean, when do you want to help you with your work at the office?" Mr. Baskoro explained his point.

"Later on, sir. Rayan's thesis has not been resolved," replied Rayan.

"When's it done?" challenge Pak Baskoro.

"Not yet to know, sir. Proposals alone back and forth revision. Rayan is dizzy, did Rayan just stop, help the work of the Father in the office," said Rayan smiling.

"Work you, Ray! Pak Baskoro S1's son did not graduate? What do you say business relations later," said Rasya.

Miss Nastiti who ate while feeding Tiara also laughed. "Losing to your mother, Ray," she said. "Did your instructor not know that you were the rector's brother at his place of work?" tanyakanya.

"Who is your instructor? Do you need help from Father, or Mas Rasya?" asked Mr. Baskoro curious.

"No need, sir. Rayan will try himself, Rayan will prove that Rayan can. Well, although a bit long," said Rayan sure.

"Good, it's only Pak Baskoro's son," praised Pak Baskoro.

"Why do you not ask for help with Ms. Rania or her husband just to work in the company. Unfortunately, the diploma, has been lecturing high up to S3, the ends are just being housewives doang," said Rayan.

"Hamdan was Kyai Abdun's only son, so he had to continue to be the leader of his brother's boarding school. While your sister is Rania, because she is a wife, you must obey your husband. He is an asset of the Father in the afterlife if the Father has died, Rayan. Later you if you find a wife who is like Mbak Rania, obedient to the husband," said Mr. Baskoro at length.

Rasya became insinuated with the words of his father. If time could be replayed. If only he had never met Celine. It's all over. Rice has become porridge. Now there are only useless regrets.

"If you want Rayan to have a devout wife, why did you and Om Ardi match Rayan with Aghni?" tymphal Rayan's.

Mr. Baskoro took a breath and exhaled softly and then said, "Before you guys will fit, it turns out that Aghni even stopped, hahaha. You are wrong, but neither Mr nor Om Ardi forced you, if you want your engagement to disperse, we do not forbid" he said interspersed with oddity.

"Yes, Sir. Rayan only needs to meet with Aghni to talk, but she always avoids. Is this Rayan's face scary huh?" chirps Rayan. They could not help but laugh, except for Tiara who did not understand what they were talking about.

After the breakfast together was completed, Pak Baskoro, Rayan and Rasya departed by driving their respective vehicles. Ms. Nastiti collects dirty dishes and glasses, takes them to the kitchen.

Today Rasya will fill in the 3rd semester room of Management from 07.30 until 09.30. Then the next schedule from 10:00 until 12:00 in the 1st semester room of the Management Department.

"It seems like everything, why do I feel nervous like this? This is normal," he murmured. He checked the items he had put in his laptop bag. "Ah, glasses. But where are my glasses? Is it still left in room B3?" mumbling again.

Rasya came out of the rector's room, arrived at the lecturer's room. "Bu Siska, Mr. Dani and the others, sorry anyone saw my glasses, no?" rasha asked softly afraid of offending them.

"If you may know, Rasya sir brought how many glasses?" Miss Siska asked back.

"I only have one pair of glasses, Mom," Rasya replied confusedly. Miss Siska smiled.

"That's what you're wearing" said Mr. Dani smilingly pointing to Rasya's eyes.

Rasya touched his forehead, "Good! hahaha," he exclaimed with a laugh. He shook his head. The whole room laughed.

"Mom why are you so nervous?" mrs Siska asked still with a smile.

"No idea, Mom. Why am I nervous now. Though earlier I was also from room B3," answered Rasya gamang.

"Eagerly, Sir! Read Alfatihah before entering," another lecturer chimed in.

"Thank you, my friends" said Rasya.

Rasya steadied his steps out of the lecturer room, carrying his laptop bag down the campus corridor. Arriving at the door of room A1, his steps came to a halt. His heart is pounding. "Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," he said established himself.

Rasya opened the door slowly, stepped gallantly towards the lecturer's seat and placed his bag on the table. Sit down and open his laptop, connect with the LCD projector. I don't know why the laptop doesn't appear on the screen. Retract the VGA cable connected to his laptop then plug it back in, but the result remains the same, nil.

Feeling desperate, he grabbed the list of attendees, got up then got closer to the student bench. Circulating his gaze swept across the faces of the students present. 'It turns out he's in this class, ' his inner self after finding the face of the girl who recently made his heart go haywire.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokaatuh," he said. I heard the answers from some students.

"Congratulations, morning everyone. Let it be more familiar, I should call you how good it is? The kids? Any ado? Mas-Mbs? Brothers or friends?" ask Rasya.

"Whatever you like, how good" chirped one of the students.

"Yes, conditionally just according to my mood," answered Rasya interspersed with jokes. "All of you know my name, right?" tanyanya.

"Already, sir," replied all the students compact.

"To get to know me further, please fill out the attendance list according to who was present," Rasya handed the book he held to the student who sat on the front bench. "No sign!" hatchlings. "I will read one by one the names of students who have signed directly. If the name I call is not in the room or is not allowed out, I will not hesitate to give D points" he said firmly.

"It turns out that the original was terrible, the lecturer killer," muttered Nadia who was still heard by Prima. Prima nudged Nadia's arm.

"Somebody can help me, my laptop screen why can't it show up?" Rasya asked the students for help.

A student came forward to the projector directly pressing the button that was there. Directly plastered on the profile screen of the Rasya family there.

"Already, Sir. Anything else to help?" ask the student to offer help.

"Enough, thank you, Mom. What's your name?" sahut Rasya continued to ask.

"I'm Radit, sir" said the student.

"okay, Radit. Thank you, please sit back," said Rasya. "Oke Mas and Mbak, I call Mas and Mbak only huh? We continue our introductions. Please look at the screen, it's my profile, readable yes," walk up to the table take a laser pen, then highlight the screen with the object. "This is my WA number, you can send a message if you want to ask permission not to enter my course hours. If anyone does not enter the course that I can, but there is no information, I will not hesitate to give a D" he added.

"I have given tolerance to you to ask permission just by sending WhatsApp messages, I've been generous," Rasya said again.

Nadia saved Rasya's mobile number, stored in her mobile contacts under the name My Killer Lecturer ending with emot 😘.

"Have enough introductions?" ask Rasya.

A student raised his right hand. "Sir Rasya, is it still open for a second wife?" chirps the student. Nadia looked focused on Rasya.

"The second wife? Emmm ... Tell me not?" sahut Rasya pretended to think with his right index finger tapping his forehead. Suddenly Rasya's eyes hit with Nadia's eyes looking at him too. As soon as possible, the girl shifted her eyes.

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