Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 29: The Hidden Genius
"Sir Wibowo Budiman!" Irene exclaimed with excitement as she watched her lecturer emerge from the inside.
Mr. Wibowo confirmed the location of his glasses, paying close attention to the young woman who was looking for him. "Who are you?" tanyakanya.
"I'm one of my students." Irene answered with confidence.
"My students are many, where I know."
Irene was a bit upset and was also answered by her lecturer. "My name is Irene Abraham, sir ...." He kept trying to smile at the teacher.
"Follow me to the back. If there's you, my shop doesn't sell."
Irene followed Mr. Wibowo backwards. Apparently, in the back area there is a garden and the residence of the lecturer. Looking from the front, the stall looked very ugly. Unlike the inside that is beautiful and quite comfortable for a place to live.
"Where do you know that I live here?" Mr. Wibowo asked as he skimmed through the tasks Irene had just gathered. "Only certain people know I live here."
"Father if at home it looks calm, yes .. whereas on campus it is fiercely unmatched," said Irene.
Mr. Wibowo gave a sharp glare.
"Hehehe .. sorry, sir. I'm just talking honestly." Irene widened her smile.
"So, who told you where I live?"
"Ares, sir." Irene answered honestly.
"Oh, that brat," muttered Mr. Wibowo. "Now it's much better that boy. Usually make it happen if you continue on campus, especially if you have discussed about the basketball club. Here again he wants to yes, take you here. It feels weird to see your closeness."
"Hehehe .. Why is it weird, sir? Because I'm ugly, huh?" queried.
"Yes, that's you're self-conscious."
Irene just grinned talking to Mr. Wibowo. The man was quite excited to talk. Really much different from the image of Mr. Wibowo on campus. Every lecture, surely the students have been snapped. The task given a lot as if to torture students.
"Jawab honestly, yes ... Who are you?" Mr. Wibowo's face looked serious.
Irene frowned. "I'm Irene Abraham, Sir ...."
"You're actually undercover, right? So spy or how to get to college and become my student?"
Irene fell silent. Even breathing doesn't feel brave. His eyes glanced there to hide his nervousness. The disguise that has been done so slickly, is it very easy to know by the lecturer?
"The tasks you give are almost perfect, even what you write is like describing the contents of my head. There are parts that you deliberately make wrong so that your task is not too perfect."
Irene stunned. Mr. Wibowo is indeed not a lecturer who can be underestimated. At the age of almost nearing retirement, his physique still looks fit even though the signs of aging have filled his face and hair. However, his intuition was so sharp that he could judge the quality of Irene appropriately.
"Actually I was helped by Bian and Ares to do my chores all this time." Irene tried to dodge.
Mr. Wibowo chuckled. "You think I don't know more about them? Before you went to college, I taught them. So, I can tell the quality of the tasks they're doing."
What Mr. Wibowo said has a point. Irene is a new kid on campus. Although the number of students is many and always alternating, there must still be some students who imprint in the memory of a teacher. Especially if the student has a different character or characteristic than most other students.
"Em, what duty do I still accept? I have to go home soon because Ares is still waiting ahead." Irene tried to distract. He wants to quickly go from there so as not to be urged continuously by Mr. Wibowo.
"Take Ares inside. I also want to ask him if he knows you or not."
Irene rounded her eyes. "Sir ...," he whined.
"Then tell me honestly who we are and why we went to college?"
"I'm not a spy, sir. I'm just an ordinary person. You do not need to worry if I****** that will bomb the campus. I am the peace-loving man." Irene spoke in a quick and firm tone.
"You must have been to college before." Mr. Wibowo cut the story. "Where did you study? What was your previous teacher's name?"
Irene could not escape anymore. The lecturer will continue to search for it if he does not want to tell the truth. He took a breath before speaking. "I've studied abroad, sir. Take a double major at XXX university majoring in IT and management."
Mr. Wibowo listened to Irene's words seriously. "What age are you in college? Aren't you 21 now?" He was surprised by Irene's story.
"About 15 or 16 years old."
Lak Wibowo looked amazed, not expecting one of his students to be a genius like Irene. "Just think differently from other students" he said. "Then, why did you have to go to college again? Isn't it boring to repeat the same thing?"
Irene shakes. "Lecture is fun enough to fill my time, sir."
"Mahaha ...." Mr. Wijaya still does not believe there are students who deliberately re-enter a place that is usually considered hell. People who have graduated from college will definitely not want to repeat, different from Irene. "Remain, is that the only reason?"
"I have other reasons I can't say. But, you don't have to worry because I won't make a riot on campus. I just want to learn."
"Yes, I know. It's up to you. That's your business. I will not interfere. Your job I accept." Mr. Wibowo gave his smile.
"Thank you, sir." Irene could breathe a sigh of relief. The secret in Mr. Wibowo's hands must be safe. He is the one who holds his words.
"Now, you can go home." Mr. Wibowo invited Irene home.
"Em, sir .. can I ask you something before I go home?" ask Irene.
"Please, just ask ...."
"I can buy some food up front, right, sir? I'm hungry but haven't had breakfast ...." Irene held onto her stomach which began to feel wrapped around.
"Mahaha ...."Mr. Wibowo couldn't help but laugh. He thought Irene was going to ask him something serious. "Of course you can, eat as much as you can. As long as it pays, yes. Here do not accept debt."
"If you may know, who are the two women selling in front of, sir?" Irene had been eager to ask him.
"They're my wives."
Irene rounded her eyes in surprise. "Seriously, Sir? Father's wife two?" Irene's mouth gaped so shocked. Secretly, the professor already has two wives.
"Serious .. They're my wives. You want to too? If the interest can still be the third," joked Mr. Wibowo.
Irene rolled her lazy eyeballs. "No, Sir. Thank ye. I just want to eat. Excuse me, sir." He immediately rushed out to leave Mr. Wibowo. Horror also if asked to marry the middle-aged man. Five handsome young masters alone still can not be accepted as a prospective husband, let alone an old one.