MSL - First Lecturer

"Good morning, sir." All the students in the classroom replied enthusiastically.

"Welcome to my class." The opening sentence seemed to bewitch all the girls in that class. While the boys looked casual with the lecturer, some looked ignorant.

"My name is Christopher Hudson, you can call me Chris."

"Hi Mr. Chris . . ." Greet Lolita, the most coquettish student in our class while raising her hand, she appeared to be wearing a short pink dress that was more suitable to wear to a party than to campus. It is understandable because our campus is a private campus, so the matter of clothing is not a big problem.

I turned to look at Stef and she rolled her eyes. I think Stef felt bad because there was a rival of her who both idolized the lecturer. And damn Lolita was really charming with blonde hair, perfect light pink lips and also a blushing face. Her chest was also proportionate to her beautiful body.

"Hai . . . what's your name?"

"Lolita Shayk." She replied coquettishly.

Mr. Christ raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Wow . . . you're still one of Irina Shayk's family I guessed." He tried to brook the ice of the atmosphere of the class.

"Maybe we have a common ancestor, that's why I'm as beautiful as she is." Lolita's smile expanded again, but her gaze clearly contained another meaning.

"Can I ask you something, Sir?" Lolita asked with her spoiled voice.

"Go on." He said in a deep voice and sounded very authoritative. I even had to rub my neck because inexplicably hearing his voice gave me sudden goosebumps.

"How can you be a handsome practitioner as well as an academic?" The temptation is flirtatious. And somehow it reviewed the slight smile on Mr. Christ's face, he even seemed to scratch the tip of his eyebrows maybe he thought the question was really naughty or something like that.

"I'm going to talk about why I became a practitioner and academic without any frills. And the answer is simple, because I love both." The man said with a murderous look. I was obviously uncomfortable once when our eyes accidentally met. He looked casually when our gaze was met for a second, but I couldn't be that calm.

"Ask what you guys want to about me, that the part of introduction. Because when you know me well, it will be easier to understand the topic in my class." He said as he walked towards the table and leaned himself against the table, making it seem as if sitting but not actually sitting on the table. His hands folded and his excursions drugged me, it felt like I couldn't even afford to distract me from him. And somehow I became clumsy as soon as our gazes met.

"You . . ." He pointed at me.

"Me?" I'm obviously excited about it. "I have no idea, sir." I shuddered, obviously not ready to talk to about anything.

"Come on, ask me something. I can see that your eyes are full of question, let me know one of them." He said as he kept looking at me, oh God it feels like I'm going to have a breath stop in seconds if he keeps looking at me like this.

"Em . . ." I racked my brains, trying to find rational questions that looked weighty to ask. "How can you divide your time between business and teaching sir?" I asked very normatively.

He smiled. "I love my job, and I'll do everything I love with all of my heart. I have a regular schedule of teaching beside my ordinary job, and for me it's like a vacation. Such a refreshing after all the business world that stressed me, leave them all behind for a while and meeting young people like you who are still very innocent is such a taking a breath with a very fresh air. But I believe one day, one of you or maybe more will be my partner of business or may be my enemy." He said with a look focused on me, I was downcast and only dared to look into his eyes from behind my lashes.

"So what's your name?" He asked, staring intently at me.

"Isabella." I replied softly, glancing at him briefly.

"Thanks for your question, Isabella."

"Yes Sir." I nodded shyly.

"Any other question?" He opened up the opportunity again and of course Lolita didn't waste the opportunity.

"Are you married sir?" Lolita asked in her trademark flirtatious voice.

Mr. Christ smiled to himself. "What a curious question." He said. "Should I answer this one?" He threw on the forum and all the girls replied in union "Yes!!!" I just smiled my eyes around, though I was screaming inwardly.

"Isabella, do you think I'm married?" Mr. Christ's question was addressed to me and again I was not prepared to accept it.

I shook my head in doubt. "May be not yet." I replied, in fact, it was more to me wishing he hadn't been married.

"How do you know that?"

"You don't use the ring on your finger" I answered with the low voice, that That shows how insecure I am.

"Good analyze." He said then walked to the middle of the classroom. "In the business world, we must also be reliable analysts in reading all opportunities. Because for business people, no opportunity will come twice. All opportunities must be seized as best as possible. Analysis and instinct, all play a very important role in determining future targets. And you, miss Isabella, You're a good analyzer."

He is very intelligent, even when the class deviates far from what was discussed by him to enter the realm of being very private, he can return the groove to the original rail. And without directly answering Lolita's question, he was able to silence all the questions that were very pripetuous in this class.

"It's a good warming up. I wanted to make my class feel very relaxed but also make sure you guys understood why you guys chose this major. Some students go into majors that are actually not fit with them, and this is the big mistakes they ever made."

"Mss. Shyank, give the reason why you chose to major in business?"

"Simple, my father is a businessman and he needs a successor." She replied smugly.

"Are all that so?" Mr. Christ asked and some of the children shouted yes. Leaving me downcast in shame.

"You . . . what is the reason for you to enter this major?"

"My father is a banker, I think I will continue his profession."

"Good."

"You." Stefanie was appointed.

"Like Mss. Shyank, I should also carry forward my family business."

"And you Mss. Isabella?"

I really don't know what to answer, bowed for a few seconds, it feels like disappearing from this classroom instantly, but everyone's gaze is on me. Oh God.

"I . . . "I sighed deeply, sooner or later people will know who I am. I have nothing to hide anyway. "I'm an orphan, I don't have any parents, let alone a family business." I didn't dare to look at Mr. Christ. "I am a scholarship recipient in the business major and will intern after finishing college, if my job is good maybe I will be appointed as a staff in some good established company or something like that, so for the very first time I can write my own destiny for my future, beside my past that was very unlucky." I said honestly, and I raised my face looking at Mr. Christ as I said my last sentence.

"Good . . . So all have a purpose, all have a reason. Keep your own reason until you finish your education and can achieve your goals." He said. He didn't even judge each of his students' answers, he discussed them in general. And it made me admire him all of a sudden because he didn't look at me any differently than my friends who to go to college in this place had to pay a huge price while I was free. Two hours felt so fast, that he finally stopped at the point of conclusion.

"If you have any other questions that haven't been addressed in this class, you can email me. I'll leave my business card on the table." Mr. Christ said.

"Thank you, Sir." Said Lolita with bright eyes. Class was over and all the students rushed out of the classroom after Mr. Christ left the room. Leaving me and Stef standing in front of the notice board to choose the extracurricular that suits us.

"I want to go to the theater." Stef said.

"Wow that's so cool." I said still looking up looking at the other options.

"Why are you take too long, Bell. What are you thinking about?" Stef asked.

"I don't have any hobbies Stef, and it makes it difficult for me to choose extracurricular lessons. "

"Tell me what is your reason for joining the theater?" I asked, because I need an example.

"There is Nicholas's name on it."

"Who's Nicholas?" I asked confused.

"The blond man standing at the end of the aisle just now." Stef's smile.

"Where did you know that guy was named Nicolas?"

"I found it here." Stef pointed out a social media account with photos of the man.

"Oh God . . ." I shook my head in disbelief.

"Maybe I will choose a campus magazine class or the like." I said originally.

"Ok, it's up to you. By the way, how about we go to the club tonight, celebrating our first day on campus."

"Sorry Stef, but I have to work. You know I could be a student on this campus because of a scholarship."

"I'm going to traverse you."

"Thanks, but I have to work."

"Ok, tell me if you're finish." Stef could accept even though he looked a little disappointed.

"It will be end after 9 pm." I anwered.

"Ok, may be next time you can join us."

"Sure." I nodded.

"Oh, my handsome driver was arrived, I have to go. See you tomorrow, Bell."

"See you."

We parted ways after Stefanie's personal driver came and took her away. Even though I was offered a ride, I felt I could back to the dorm on my own on foot. After all, self-indulgence is the most forbidden thing in my entire life. When I arrived at the dormitory, I hurried to take a shower and change my clothes, there was not much time left for me, because my part-time job was already waiting.