Trouble Honey
Rainy Days

Jiyya was able to calm down today because all day on campus she managed to barely see Sir Joan at all. But unfortunately it did not last long, until the weather betrayed him. The rain decided to involve itself in ruining his near-perfect day.

It was afternoon, and Jiyya had finished her class with Miss Dona. He even got a fairly high score under the guidance of the woman, so get a speech of appreciation because everyone on campus knows that Miss Dona is among the hardest and stingy Killer lecturers to give value to students under her teachings. It became one of his own pride for Jiyya as well as celebrating her beautiful day.

Thanks to that, Jiyya managed to forget as well as possible the stupidity she did last night. Also a row of conversations between them that sometimes gradually filled his memory like a flashback. Jiyya thought she really wouldn't see Sir Joan until she came home and could breathe a sigh of relief.

Actually Jiyya knew that she was a little silly about this. Sir Joan was not a stalker who would follow her, nor was she the kid yesterday afternoon who was trying to chase after Jiyya to get her attention. Sir Joan was a lecturer, and of course he was also busy with his affairs. But still…

Jiyya glanced up at the sky, a wisp of black clouds already perched up there. The first drop even fell on his nose as he looked up his head. The girl was constantly surprised, she still had to walk to the nearest stop to go home while she just came out of the campus courtyard. Unfortunately he also forgot to bring an umbrella, and did not check the weather forecast before leaving earlier.

That girl swore in my heart. Maybe he will get soaked on the trip if this is so. The only nearby shelter is an apartment building. Inevitably Jiyya took shelter there because the rain is really heavy now. He checked his phone for help but unfortunately the battery ran out. If this is the case, Jiyya can only resign. He was trapped, and could not go anywhere. Its bad.

“Oh Jiyya, what are you doing here?” Jiyya looked up and found Sir Joan walking closer to her, she was also just as wet and even wetter than her. Appearing his stocky body behind a wet shirt that happened to be white.

For God's sake, having painstakingly avoided it all day on campus. Jiyya even took shelter right where the young lecturer lived? How desperate and scary is he now? Jiyya was afraid that the man meant it as an agreement from her invitation last night.

“I'm not here to visit you,” timpal Jiyya on cash instead of answering it in the normal way. Oh no, did he just say something pretty rude?

Slowly Jiyya looked at Sir Joan, but from her facial expression Jiyya found nothing unusual. Could it mean that he was not at all bothered by Jiyya's overly conspicuous attitude?

“I don't think so either,” answers. “But because now you are here. Wanna go inside? Your home is far from campus, right? Moreover, you can flu if you stand outside in such wet conditions," he added relaxed. Jiyya then glanced at him, he was wet but not as bad as Sir Joan and frankly he was cold because the wind had hit his skin.

But go to Sir Joan's house? Was that the wisest choice he could make ? He was afraid, his face even heated when his body was cold in the rain. “I... I can't go inside,” said Jiyya. His voice was really slow.

“I won't do anything to you Jiyya.” Jiyya was slightly goosebumps with the reply she received from Sir Joan. Her voice is so soft. Was Sir Joan like this to him?

“But I—”

“I only offer you shelter until the rain subsides. At least if you stay in my house you'll be much warmer than you wait here" Sir Joan said quickly.

Jiyya kept quiet for a long time, if the girl tried to reject her she might make a new misunderstanding of being an impolite girl who rejects kindness. Besides it might just be him thinking badly about last night, Sir Joan herself would definitely not think about it right?

“Of course not Jiyya, right I offered. Then let's go inside.”  Jiyya then followed the lecturer, the man guiding the steps towards the floor where she lived. Everything really seemed normal until the moment when they entered the elevator, then Jiyya again had to be busy cleaning her mind.

Hang out with Silvana makes his mind easily contaminated with bad things. Especially when he and Sir Joan were together like this. Every now and then Jiyya glanced at the man. Her body was really good, her divine feminime whispered inwardly. It is true what Silvana said, if it would be highly doubtful that Sir Joan had never done it with anyone. He is an attractive man, must have been many bodies of women that he has been told by this appearance.

“Jiyya, what's wrong? why daydream?”

“A-ah? Yes?” The daydream is cut off, Jiyya is really embarrassed because her mind is not focused and now the man has been out of the elevator somehow since when.

“We've arrived, so let's get out of the elevator.”

“Iya.” Jiyya wanted to hole the ground and bury herself there. The shame has reached its maximum limit. And why else would he not be able to behave properly around Sir Joan as he always does? This really made the girl desperate.

Sir Joan just smiled, then walked back to a door that was at the far end. The man opened the door and opened the door wide.

“So Jiyya please come in. This is my house, sorry inside it might be a little messy. Understandably I am still single,” said the man. Somehow Jiyya felt the last word the man spoke was somewhat emphasized. For whatever purpose, but instead of responding to it longer Jiyya chose to skip the conversation just like that. He stepped inside after the man stepped inside.

“Excuse me,” Jiyya said as she took off her shoes. Joan just glanced at me while giving a smile.

The first thing Jiyya found from Sir Joan's residence was the distinctive perfume that seemed to be her signature. The room was so neat and orderly, so contradictory to what Sir Joan had just said. There are a lot of good books on the bookshelf. Sir Joan has a hobby of reading books. And that's good, because Jiyya also has the same hobby.

Then Jiyya's gaze stopped on a wide open door, there was a mattress there in different conditions with the room that Jiyya occupied. Oh shit, Jiyya just peeked into her lecturer's bedroom.

“Anu, may I hitchhike to your bathroom, Sir?” jiyya whispered in shame. She was a bit uncomfortable with her clothes now, so Jiyya thought maybe she could dry them in the bathroom which must have a washing machine and dryer there.

Sir Joan smiled at him while nodding her head. “Of course, the bathroom is in my room.” The man pointed towards the door which a moment ago had been peered at by Jiyya.

Oh no, why of the vastness of this place, why should the bathroom be there?Inner Jiyya screamed. To be honest, the room was the place he avoided the most. But now he should he go in there?