C15 Cheap Woman

15. Cheap Woman!

The next day. Mesya woke up before the morning sun came out on the eastern horizon. After worship, she began to tidy up the room which was a little messy and dusty. Mesya wiped some furniture, tidied up the books and files that her sister used to work with.

Alin was still working in the office by serving as secretary of a large company. Only Mesya did not really know the details. When opening a drawer to store books, her hand accidentally pulled out a photo showing a woman and a man with a baby between them. Before Mesya could see their face, from another direction, Alin called out to her.

"Mey, you said you want to go to campus, just go away, you don't have to do anything."

Mesya turned around, put the photo in her jeans pocket and approached Alin in her bedroom. "Are you sure you don't want me to help first, because it's halfway to go."

Alin smiled seeing Mesya's face which was messy because she was not used to doing housework.

Mesya walked quickly as she approached the bed where her sister was still lying.

"That's true, you said you have a meeting with the lecturer today. You have to go back to the boarding house first. I'm afraid you'll be late. Besides, I can ask people to clean up later and will order food via the app in a moment."

Mesya nodded at her sister's words. To be honest, she could not cook and she often ate noodles or junk food when she's feeling hungry. After taking the sling bag, Mesya touched her sister's hand and kissed her forehead briefly.

"Alright, I'll go first. If there's anything, don't hesitate to call." Alin nodded with a smile, her face still looked pale after healing from surgery. To be honest, she didn not want to burden her slightly spoiled sister either. Because she knew Mesya could not help her much. After all, her sister would definitely be busy with the thesis and the final trial later.

Fortunately, Alin was not too worried because the contents of her savings were still sufficient for her sister's graduation fees, after someone sent her regularly.

Mesya arrived at campus almost eight o'clock in the morning, after previously returning to her boarding house to take her thesis notes and change her clothes.

Mesya stepped lightly with a smile, greeting some of her friends who were busy talking.

"Hey, Mesya!"

"Hi, there," Mesya replied, smiling kindly with a wave of her hand to several friends she saw sitting in the garden greeting her from a distance away.

"Eh, Mey, are you angry with Rama?" Nanda asked while putting her arm around her shoulder, the girl with the boy appearance seemed to be walking towards their class on the second floor.

Mesya stopped walking, her brow furrowed deeply, then stared intently at her friend. They were not really close, but they got along quite well in class.

"Why do you say that?" she asked in surprise.

"Well, I'm just surprised, earlier friends who were male asked Rama about you, but your boyfriend was angry and even wanted to punch Yudi. Luckily, the others quickly intervened. Isn't that weird," Nanda said.

'Did he already know?' Mesya was silent thinking about various things in her mind and suspected that Rama was starting to know about her relationship with Rifki even though she was not sure.

The woman took a deep breath as she exhaled slowly. "Okay, okay, don't talk about him. I'm afraid we'll be late. Come on," she asked Nanda, pulling her friend's hand.

"You promise, tell me after talking to him. Okay?!" Nanda asked curiously.

"Okay, Nags girl," Mesya exclaimed with a smile.

"Wow, I was said to be a nag. Even though you're the one who really nags."

Mesya pinched Nanda's arm as she entered her room. There was already Rama sitting on his bench.

When he saw Mesya walking closer, the man immediately looked away and looked down.

Mesya, who saw the unusual behavior of Rama, immediately approached and sat beside him. "Are you mad at me, Ram?" Mesya asked, not understanding Rama's bent face.

But instead of answering, the man got up and grabbed his backpack roughly and headed out of the room. Ignoring Mesya who looked confused.

Mesya remembered maybe she did something wrong, but nothing, and thought everything was fine.

Her other friends were surprised by Rama's unusual behavior. "Eh, are you guys fighting?" Yudi asked as he approached and sat on the bench that Rama had left behind. "Earlier I almost got bombarded by your boyfriend. Even though I was just asking about you, why haven't you come yet."

She looked up with a confused look. "I don't think so. We're fine. But..." Mesya's words stopped, when she remembered when her sister said that Rama would come to pick her up from the hospital.

Was it possible … Mesya pulled her bag at random and immediately went to catch up with her boyfriend wanting to give an explanation.

"Hey, you. Class is about to start and you're running around. You don't have any manners!" Ilham glared at the two of them almost colliding at the door.

Mesya, who remembered what happened at the man's house, immediately glared in disbelief. "What manners, if the lecturer himself almost sully his student."

Ilham was silent, stiff. Mesya's words pierced his heart. It was witnessed by students who of course could hear Mesya's voice clearly. Ilham cleared his throat and did not care anymore.

But instead, the whole class fell silent while looking at him full of intimidation. They still remember when Mesya came last and ordered the girl into the room to wait, while the others were told to go home. Now they were guessing what happened and thought that Mesya was an easy woman who was willing to sell her body just so she could graduate from college.

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Mesya ran a little faster because she wanted to catch up with Rama immediately. When she succeeded and stood right behind the man, Mesya stopped. "Rama, wait, I want to talk!" Mesya exclaimed while normalizing her breath which was panting, tired, due to going down the stairs too quickly.

"Why? Is there anything you want to explain?" Rama asked while snorting.

Mesya's hands were clenched into fists, it was useless to talk to people who seemed angry. "At least listen first, I want to talk," Mesya said with her hands on her hips, usually the man would melt when he saw her sulking.

Rama squeaked disapprovingly. Then look the other way. The image of Mesya kissing Rifki hotly disturbs his mind. "Tsk. What do you want to explain!?"

Mesya was silent and confused, but her gaze continued to focus on Rama's eyes which instead flashed with anger.

Rama's hands locked her on the wall making Mesya shudder, and a little scared. "Rama, listen to my explanation first, please," Mesya asked with a pleading look. Between wanting to be honest and not, her heart kept raging. She had never seen Rama this angry except when the man complained to him about the problems his family was experiencing and the cruelty of his father in treating his mother.

"No, I want to go home!" Rama said as he turned around. His heart felt longing and his chest hurt at the same time. Rama was not ready to lose, but also hated to hold on.

"Rama, wait!" Mesya said while pulling the man's arm, which was immediately thrown away. Rama looked furious and looked sharper. tsk.

"What more do you want to say, hm. Cheap woman!"

Deg, Mesya was rooted to the spot, her chest like being stabbed by a dagger. Painful.