Chapter - 02

Anjani Pov

“Chapter four has been signed by Mr. Broto?”

I looked up, then nodded, “Yes sir,” I replied, looking at Mr. Ardan who was focused on checking chapter four of my thesis draft.

According to the promise that Mr. Ardan made yesterday via short message, today I started mentoring him.

“Your thesis deadline next month?” Asked Mr. Ardan without looking at me.

“Yes sir.”

“And you only got to chapter four?”

I froze, confused what to answer. Pak Ardan’s cold face made me unable to even smile.

“One week,” said Mr. Ardan as he put my draft thesis on the table, “Finish chapter five in one week. The day after tomorrow see me again, “

I took a deep breath. Even wanting to protest, it seems like it will only waste time and energy. Pak Ardan’s arrogant face has shown that he is not someone who can be negotiated with.

After nodding, I smiled, “Fine, sir.” I answered briefly.

Mr. Ardan confirmed the location of his glasses, folded his hands in front of his chest and looked at me deeply. Makes me a little embarrassed.

If Mr. Ardan is an old man with gray hair, I might just act normal.

But the problem is, Pak Ardan is a man with a handsome level beyond normal, an athletic body and a nearly perfect face. But unfortunately, Mr. Ardan doesn’t know how to smile. His face was always haughty and flat.

I rubbed my stomach, because my mom said, I have to say God forbid if I see anything that is not good.

“God forbid, I hope my son will not be arrogant like him.” I said to myself.

That haughty face looks annoying, and I don’t want my son to become annoying like Mr. Ardan someday.

Mr. Ardan’s forehead frowned, “What’s wrong with your stomach? Hungry?” he asked looking at me confused.

I shook my head, “No, sir. I’m pregnant “

Mr. Ardan’s face looked surprised. Understandably, I wore a thick jacket that made my belly less visible.

“How many months?”

Wow! I didn’t think that Mr. Ardan would have a curiosity too.

“Three, sir.” I answered awkwardly.

Pak Ardan nodded, maybe confused about what to respond to. That’s why the signs are strange.

“By the way, until now you don’t remember who I am?”

I frown. While in my heart I was wondering. Who remembers who?

Sensitive to my confusion, Mr. Ardan finally opened his voice on his own initiative.

“I was your senior in junior high school,”

Obviously I screamed. I don’t think I remember having an upperclassman as handsome as him. Also, even if there was, he wouldn’t remember me. I wasn’t that popular in school so I had to remember a handsome upperclassman like Mr. Ardan.

I giggled a little to break the ice, “That’s awful sir! It’s wrong sir, my seniors weren’t as handsome as you, ”I said, afterward sipping my cold drink.

Mr. Ardan rubbed the nape of his neck, then smiled thinly, barely visible, “I am Ardan Mahesa, who had wet his bed during the ceremony,”

“Oh my good!”

I choked, patted my chest quickly while coughing.

“Are you all right?” Said Mr. Ardan, handing me a tissue. I took it quickly and wiped the side of my lips impatiently.

“Ardan Mahesa?” call me to Mr. Ardan after my cough subsided.

Mr. Ardan nodded without answering, “I am Mahesa, the one who made you cry at that time,”

For a few seconds my breath caught, I shook my head in disbelief. How could my chubby seniors with round cheeks like buns turn ninety degrees like this?

No wonder I feel familiar with the name Ardan Mahesa, it turns out he is the Ardan I thought he was.

“Now I have turned into Ardan, Mahesa has disappeared with the fat in my body,”

I took a deep breath of oxygen, still trying to digest this unexpected situation. My eyes looked at Mr. Ardan who was also staring at me. Our gazes collide, mutter each other.

Still don't think that Mr. Ardan is my senior who used to be annoying and often made me cry.

Mahesa was a victim of bullying at school. Often scolded my pocket money because his friend ordered me to, if I didn't give him the money he would immediately grab my collar until my body lifted.

'Already fat, stupid again! Having a big body what use is it not being used against them ?! '

While crying, I cursed my seniors Mahesa at that time. And after that he never teased me again, because he reportedly changed schools after getting into fights with friends who bullied him.

I should have felt happy because no one bullied me anymore. But I don't know why losing Mahesa makes me sad, I always feel guilty when I remember my abuse at her at that time.

"Now I'm not fat and stupid anymore, right?" said Mr. Ardan, making my heartburn like a hit.

My eyes filled with tears, staring at Mr. Ardan who smiled as he stretched out his right hand to me.

My hand hesitated in return for his greeting.

"How are you?" he asked with a sweet smile.

"Fine, as you can see." I answered then unlink our hands.

"It's been a long time since we met, you still haven't changed, huh, it's still easy to make you cry." Mr. Ardan said which made me wipe my watery eyes.

Mr. Ardan laughed, "Are you married?" Asked Mr. Ardan, opening the topic of our conversation which deviated from the previous topic.

"If it's not yet true I can get pregnant, sir."

Mr. Ardan chuckled to cover his stupidity, “It's true, yeah. Just relax Jan, just call Ardan it's okay if it's outside campus, "

Drastic change. From the arrogant face that I thought didn't know how to smile, now without cause he laughed by himself.

"Okay, Ar ..." I said doubtfully.

Mr. Ardan crossed his legs, "What are your current activities besides studying, Jan?"

I chewed my lips, “Just lecture. Want to focus on pursuing a thesis so you can quickly graduate, "

Mr. Ardan chuckled, "If you have graduated, where are you planning to work?" Asked Mr. Ardan mockingly.

"Following my husband, to the city of Jogjakarta."

Pak Ardan's eyes widened at once, "What, is your husband in Jogjakarta?"

I nodded briefly.

"It turns out that long distance relationships do not apply to dating," he said humorously.

Our chat was paused, Mr. Ardan's cellphone rang. He walked away after asking my permission to take the phone call.

I glanced at the clock curled around my arm, it's three o'clock, time flies so fast, my feeling just landed my butt on this chair a few minutes ago.

Soon, Mr. Ardan came back.

“Jan, I think I have to go now. Who are you taking? " Asked Mr. Ardan as he tidied up his bag.

I stood up too, "I took a taxi, you go ahead," I said.

Mr. Ardan put his cell phone into the pocket of the material he was wearing, "Then I'll just take it, come on."

I panicked, “No need, thanks, it will be troublesome. I just took a taxi, seriously it's okay,” I assured Mr. Ardan. If Arsya finds out I was brought home with another man, he will definitely be angry.

Mr. Ardan let out a long sigh. Looks like he gave up on persuading me.

"Alright. If so I go, the day after tomorrow we meet again to see your progress, just the place you decide "

***

After returning from the meeting with Mr. Ardan, I immediately cleaned my body and performed the Asr prayer.

After praying, I went to the study table and opened the laptop. In one week chapter five should be finished, one week ... With laptop hours limited to nine at night, is it possible that I can finish chapter five in one week?

My steps are only one chapter away, but it's not easy.

Too short. I'm not sure I can hit the target.

DRT !!!

My cell phone vibrated, chat came in from Arsya instructed.

My husband: have you prayed?

My fingers dance across the touchboard, typing a reply.

Me: already Ar

My husband: how was the guidance with the new supervisor?

About my new mentor lecturer, I did tell Arsya two days ago.

Me: I see … It turned out that the lecturer was my senior from school

My husband: Oh yeah ??? Continue???

Me: How come your response is like a mother fishing?

My husband: No. I want to hear your story

Me: My supervisor used to be a bully, but he’s great, now he’s a lecturer

My husband: wow … Cool!

Me: He used to like me every day

My husband: not so cool

My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor

Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to

Me: the original is good

Me: now his appearance really changed

My husband: you mean?

My husband: turned into a handsome man?

Me: yes, but you are more handsome

My husband: is he married?

Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier

My husband: if we meet again later ask yes

Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger

My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih

Me: No way!

My husband: the husband's orders should not be denied, remember ...