A. N. S
Consultation Chapter I to III

" Tilulite.tilulite.kringg... Assalamu'alaikum Ma'am. Want a thesis consultation part one. You're coming to college ?" warm greeting from the phone.

"Wa'alaikumussalam. This is Falya, right ?" answered my guidance counselor. Which is very bad in my voice.

" Yes, Mom. Its me. He"

"Yes, I'll be on campus by 08:00. But I did teach fifth semester plant breeding first. No, papa, Fal. In the Lord, you can meet me at 10:00. Later here with Ahmad, right ?"

"Yes, Mom. Sending husband."

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. The shaman is always the son... Ahmad told them to face them. I want to talk."

"Yes, Mom. I will tell Ahmad. Thank you very much, Mom. "

"Yes, equally... Be careful on the road."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you for your attention to us."

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" Mum Yeti came to campus, mas. Mas, work first ndak papa. Today there was a visit to the farmer's field. The Yeti ma'am had a message that she also wanted to meet mas."

"Yes, that's it. Go to the land first. What time is the consultation ? Let me guess what time I leave here."

"At 10:00 we meet the lecturer, Mas."

"Alright, go to the land first. Help Mr. nyiapin ground to nebar fertilizer farmers." I nodded and Ahmad kissed my forehead and cheeks.

Indeed, this morning the Father-in-law spoke to have gathered farmers to be invited to demonstrate the aircraft ground spreader pesticides. Farmers are very enthusiastic and willing to get any queue number.

Mas Ahmad new story length times width times height divided by two multiplied by phi with the result area per land to be planted prospective chili for scriptiku later. Genius has a husband like this.

Pantesan only dared to propose to me when I was still sitting in the sixth semester. He bravely went to my father, mother and family. It turned out that he already had a working capital and salary from where he worked. I gawked while watching him talk from earlier.

"Oiya the planted seed has been sent yesterday dik ?"

"Oiya already, mas. Forgot I haven't opened." I took the brown envelope from the top of the closet I handed it to him.

"It's a mas." he then opened the brown envelope and took out 1 seed envelope.

"That's a male chili seed mas. Later the seeding please give sign yes mas. Don't equal. We'll play it in the treatment."

"Yes, siyap. Later I love the farmers' mothers to be watched by Ibuk while we go to campus."

"Yes, thank you very much. Help me out. Sorry for being a second thesis..."

"Hehhh.... It's nothing, baby. For the sake of my beloved wife who always makes me jealous. And this is all that can be done to you. My beloved wife. Let's just let's have a kid later."

"Well..what's the connection???"

"Your PR is !!!" smilingly looking at me who was confused.

"I don't know if I don't know the answer. I'm a kid, my right hand hasn't reached the left ear !" while I show my expression. He laughed more and more.

"Mas, go first, brother. It's still 06:30. You learn the consulting materials first." Mas Ahmad immediately passed from before me and approached the office of the working mother alias in the kitchen to clean up the dishes used by Mr. breakfast.

Ahmad spoke to Ibuk and handed him the seed envelope. I received the envelope and the explanation I said to Ahmad earlier.

Mashaa Allah, this family has greatly lightened my burden. They don't let me handle the land myself and sow the seeds. I don't know what to reward them with, O Allah...

I immediately grabbed each sheet print out chapter by chapter that had been neatly arranged on the room table. I read and absorb every material, subhanallah there is nothing lacking in literature and how to write the script material.

You are smart, my. It is not wrong that you are praised and loved by all lecturers. Known as the smartest student to be called the smartest student at graduation yesterday.

Lucky to have a husband like you, my heart murmured unmistakably I dropped my heart's choice on you. Allah Masyaa...

Chapter one, two then three. Has God reached chapter three ??? I'm amazed. Last night I fell asleep next to his left hand holding literature. I didn't realize my eyes were scraping and you would occasionally stroke my hair and kiss my forehead. I remember that part, but I don't remember working on my own script.

Huft. Look, my husband knows I'm bego. Just a little read the book has died swallowed by an unbearable drowsiness. Whose fault.. Yes, it is your fault. Who told you to ngajakin... I finally made you tired of the responsibility. Hmmmm....

Even though it's not good, Ding also refuses to want a husband. Fear sins. Luckily he was understanding and wanted to help me write my script. Alhamdulillah means I can get a quick thesis. After the consultation can continue the initial seminar, then planting seeds on the ground. Thank you, O Allah.

May You ease his plan, Robb. But I'm still confused by what PR said to me just now.

Is there a thesis relationship and quickly have children ? Ahhh really I was confused. Later in the afternoon just as the trip to the campus I made it clear again. I hope you want to ask.