The After Met Him
Chapter 6

Why am I so scared of gini. My feelings are okay so why. I really don't feel good.

And I was now in front of the new lecturer's room.

Time because I daydream in class immediately called to his room.

I take a slow breath, throw it away.

Everything Will be alright

That word stuck in my head. Everything's gonna be fine. Bener, it'll be fine.

I keep my heart open the door in front of me.

Tok

Tok

Tok

"Get in" I go straight in, walk right in front of her desk.

"Sit down" I sat down.

I dare to talk. Let's get the business done. "What's up, sir?"

He closed his laptop and turned to me in front of him.

"What do you think?"

Whaan? What am I thinking about again? I unconsciously frowned, thinking.

He instantly frowns my dong.

"Sick sir" I said as I rubbed my chin.

"Not to think about my words"

Lah? I don't know gini anyway. Belibet-libet he said it.

"Why not chat me? Didn't pick up my phone? Are you a busy person?"

I scratch my nutmeg, confused.

"I don't think there's any more business, sir"

He breathed slowly.

"There's still class? What time is it?" Ask. I'm sure he must have missed the conversation.

"Still sir. Sampe at 3"

He's still on me. I think someone wants to talk again.

"You can get out"

Huh huh? He told me to come here just for this nanyain doang? Kirain what's up. I should have finished this lunch.

"Excuse me sir" I immediately stood up and walked towards the door. Before I closed the door, I was just writhing him again, which turned out to be my wife as well.

I went straight out. I'm ashamed.

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I went straight to the canteen. Nyamperin my desk. There's a Dance, Fatma, the same Ical.

"Where's Jeng?" The Ical is the same as me, but his eyes do not switch one bit from his cellphone.

I dong diem, he again play mobile phone. I took him back to his phone.

"Lo ain't nothing, is he, jeng?" Ask Fatma. He is not the same class as me. Must be Dance that story.

"Father daddy. I want to eat first" I immediately stood up. My stomach is reporting from Daritadi.

I mesen ketoprak same ice sweet tea. I was immediately tempted by the menu.

I went straight back to the table.

"Jeng, when do you want a moto?" Ical asked, he's naro.

"Where is it? I don't know any good photo spots, Cal"

"On the street is also ok" he said as he sipped his tea.

"Jaudah. I will teach you later"

He just nods.

My eyes accidentally caught the movement of the stand that I was eating earlier.

That's the guy that hit me this morning.

I immediately nenggol Ical," cal, you know the guy is not?"

Dance and Fatma also looked towards the stand. "Ooh... That's Mr. Arya's grandfather"

Who said it? Fatma dong

We all looked at Fatma. "Arya's grandfather?"

I'm the same Ical instantly hysterical dong. Guess I'm the Ical too know, apparently not.

Wait for.

"Whose Aryan sir?" Who do I want Arya sir? But I've been horrified directly. But from whom?

"The lecturer you samper in his room earlier, jeng"

Huh huh? So the lecturer's name is Arya ?

"Seriously? How do I not know?"

"She just came from Germany. Continue here."

"Do you know where fat is?" I'm grateful Ical vicein asked me a question.

"Yaiyalah I know ora-" said Fatma cuttlefish food I came.

"Thank you mom"

"What about fat? " Tance this time was also curious.

And Fatma just hung her shoulders not caring. " I don't want to tell you. You guys have to figure it out yourself."

"It's the goat"

Ical sneered. I'm sure they're also curious about the same, Mr. Arya.

How do I feel I know the same as Mr Arya?

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