The Way We Met's
3. Mr. Lecturer

Nina got carried away because the vibration of her cellphone did not stop, maybe since an hour ago. Very tired of his body. He didn't eat yesterday. Plus the cold wind of Magelang city entered into his body freely.

Nina came home last night when the day was about to change. Arriving at the room, Nina vomited. Enter the wind collaboration with the rising stomach acid. Its clear. But Nina had no intention of ordering food and taking medicine. She cried for a while, then fell asleep.

As a result, he woke up again today. Even more day than yesterday.

Nina opened her phone. I saw a lot of incoming messages. In his class group there are dozens of thousands of messages that he has not opened. Below, there are no less many messages from his friends.

Nina opened the message from Vania. There are 35 messages not yet open. Nina read from above. It simply asked Nina and her worries for Nina.

“Astaghfirullah.” Shouted Nina in shock. Nina re-reads the last five messages from Vania.

“Nin I picked up ya.”

“Nin your house is empty? Did you leave, huh?

“Nina where are you? Back in.”

“Nin the lecturer has come in.”

“Nina.. Lo soughtin his lecturer. Where are you now?”

Nina forgot. It's his first day of semester seven. Plus, he is in charge of this course. He left a lot of his responsibilities today. Nina did not contact the lecturer before the lecture began, she did not prepare a lecture contract that is usually signed at the beginning of the semester, she did not prepare the attendance of her classmates. Nina panicked and immediately replied to Vania's message.

Once in the scroll again, there was a message from an unknown number. Whatsapp profile photo of the scenery. Ala very fathers.

“Tomorrow meet me at 9 in the civil engineering lecturer room and bring your class data.”

“Dead me.” Inner Nina.

“Good sir, sorry I missed my task today.” Nina replied after thinking for a long time.

All he knew was the name of his lecturer Pak Abhirama. Not the original lecturer.

Nina monitors her whatsapp with Mr. Abhirama. It's opened. Nina was a little worried. During this time Nina never built a bad image in front of the lecturer. That's tips from Marco to be known to lecturers and a little much made easier by lecturers.

Free, it has been monitoring for an hour but not reciprocated by the lecturer.

Nina took a shower, and ordered food. Actually don't want to eat, but how can you drive in such a mess.

At 4 p.m., Nina returned to her hometown. Bringing a broken heart that is still intact.

“I have to come back here again. This place is beautiful. My heart is broken. If I recover, I promise I'll be here again. Maybe with Vania and Reza.” Nina said to herself.

Reza is Vania's boyfriend. They are very familiar, Vania, Reza, Nina, and Marco often double date. After not with Marco maybe the place to give now is only Vania and Reza.

Not a single thought of another man. Maybe he will fall in love again, or even get married following Marco. But it took a long time. It'll probably be another six or seven years. Slashing his dream of wanting to marry young. Nina must be really ready first. Be ready for any eventuality if he falls in love again. Most importantly he must be ready not to remember Marco again.

Nina focused on the road. Played a playlist of rock songs that he did not like at all. Because it's just a rock song that he didn't play with Marco. From pop, jazz to dangdut is the antics of Nina and Marco. I don't want to have too much room to remember Marco.

At 10 p.m., Nina reached her front of the house. That house never changed. Still grim. From the outside it was already seen how cold the walls of the building were. The paint color is dull, only replaced once during the 21 years Nina lived there. It was Nina's first holiday in the world. That means 20 years ago.

Nina opened the fence and parked her car in the garage. Unlock the front door and step foot in. No one greeted him with a face of worry like the one whose family members had just run away.

Nina saw her mother sitting on the sofa in front of the tv and facing the laptop. The sound of the door opening wasn't enough to make the bunch turn their heads.

Nina walked towards her room on the second floor. After college, he usually turned on all the lights in this house so as not to be too gloomy. Now he left it dark. Maybe this is how you feel when you leave papa.

Nina immediately laid her body onto the bed. But forgot to prepare a pleasantries what he would say to the lecturer.

“Ah to hell with reputation.” Nina chose to sleep.

Brakes..

Nina finally woke up.

“Banting what else that person is.” Inner Nina.

What the mother always does if she hears Nina's alarm for too long that never goes off, is slamming whatever it is. Whatever makes a loud noise.

Nina got out of her bed, stopped by the glass for a bit. The lump under his eyes grew larger and darker. Rather than a heartbroken person, Nina is more seen as a victim of violence. Taking a shower for a while, wearing glasses and a mask is enough.

Nina's leaving. Passing through those cold walls. Prepare to meet the fierce lecturer. At least that's Nina's assumption if you look at the message yesterday.

“Assalamulaikum.” Nina said as she tapped on the civil engineering lecturer room.

“Pak excuse me, I am looking for Mr. Abhirama.” Nina said to a man in his 30s. His face was quite handsome and his stature was large. Maybe this is what his friends say young lecturers idolize students.

“What do you need mbak?”

“I was crushed facing sir.” Answer again. Nina suddenly thumped. He will face the nagging of senior lecturers for his negligence.

“Mas Kasman please call Rama.” Said the lecturer at the office boy.

“Rama? Not very polite this father.” Nina said in her heart.

Duars... Nina's imagination about this Abhirama sir is changing. In front of him now is a handsome man maybe about 27 or 28 years old. His body is tall and athletic. There's a very thin beard and mustache.

Ah. Maybe this is true. Young lecturer favorite of engineering faculty students. Much more handsome than the father Nina had met earlier. But it does matter what Nina is. Nina is not a ganjen student. Nina remained focused on apologizing for her mistake yesterday.

The lecturer threw a wise smile at Nina.

“You are in charge of the digital design course that I contacted yesterday?”

“Iya sir.” Answer Nina slowly.

“Sit mbak.” Tell the lecturer.

Nina sat. Dealing with Mr. Rama. Nina calls him Rama now.

“Bring the documents I requested?”

“This, pak” said Nina while thrusting the file in her hand.

Mr. Rama filled in and signed the lecture.

“Yesterday I had a discussion with your class about the contract. So please contract this your photo and send it to the class group. Next week the rules for the contract will come into force. Then please fill out the list present. All in, except you.”

“Good sir.” Nina gave a thin grin.

“Good please come back.”

“Hah already?” Inner Nina. Nina wasn't scolded in the least.

Before leaving, Nina saw Mr. Rama seemed to type something on his cellphone.

“Good sir, thank you. Sorry for my negligence yesterday. I'm sorry sir.”

“Eh mbak wait. If there is no class, please accompany me briefly to the rectorate building.”

Nina together with Mr. Rama, idol lecturer. Towards the rectorate building on campus 2.