2. Mr. Diaz Wardhana

Yenny was still staring at Clarissa who was smiling in front of her. She wasn't sure if Clarissa really liked the lecturer. All she knew was that Clarissa was the pickiest with guys. How many times she did turn down the guy who told her they fell in love with her. And she did it in a less human way. She pretended to have fun with the boy’s love, but then she kicked away the guy who spelled it. Hanging out together, as if Clarissa gave hope, then as soon as the boy confessed, with a mocking smile, grin, Clarissa left the boy.

"Are you sure what you say?" Yenny hasn't turned away from the sharp gaze at Clarissa.

"Very sure. He's different from any guy who I ever know, Yenny." Clarissa looked up at the classroom ceiling. He returned to imagining the face of his new lecturer.

"He's handsome, with a good sharp nose. His chin is firm but not fierce. His smile, not sharp. His posture, oh, no ... Yenny, for me, he is the man of my dream." Clarissa caught her cheeks.

"How could you?!" Yenny held Clarissa's forehead as if checking her friend's condition. "Are you sure, you’re just fine?"

"Obviously. If I am sick, I am better having a sweet sleep, why do I have to sit for long in class like this," said Clarissa.

"Clay, don't be weird, please. Mr. Diaz is our lecturer. You can look at the other students. If you want to see the mature one, find our senior level. Many of them are okay too. Don't go too far away. It can be dangerous." Yenny reminded her friend.

Clarissa played the ends of her hair. She twisted and then he let go again. She didn’t wonder Yenny would say this.

"I am a quality girl. I can definitely win Mr. Diaz’s heart. So far, I have refused the men, from those who came voluntarily, or those who did bring in my mother, because she longed to have a businessman son-in-law, nothing got involved. This time I couldn't hold my heart. " Clarissa held her lungs, it felt like a soft rustle creeping in talking about Mr. Diaz.

"Oh, Clay ... At most a week and two weeks. Then you will not care about it anymore." Yenny shook her head, still unable to understand her unique friend.

"We'll see, the kind and generous Yenny," said Clarissa. He patted Yenny on the cheek.

Class continued. Clarissa couldn't enjoy the class. Her mind was really disturbed because she remembered Mr. Diaz. She will find out about the handsome lecturer. And she would approach him, very soon.

Until classes finished that day, it felt like Clarissa was still in another place. She didn't know what the lecturer was talking about that day. As soon as class was over, Clarissa immediately drove back to the boarding house. Good, Yenny had an activity that day, Clarissa would not hear a boring speech from her friend.

Clarissa went into her room, took off her shoes, put down her bag, and quickly opened social media. She was looking for a Diaz Wardhana account. The name was unique, not a common name, it would be easy to find it. Yes, it didn't take long, Clarissa already got three accounts on different applications.

Clarissa started scrolling, looking at the gallery and what the professor's posts were. The main thing that Clarissa wanted to confirm was that the lecturer was still single. It wouldn’t be funny if he turned out just been married or had a girl. It is supposed to be safe. There was no status about a special relationship. There were no photos of Diaz with a woman. Clarissa was sure she could approach the lecturer freely.

"Ahh ... I'm so happy. Mr. Diaz Wardhana, you have a huge fan. Just wait, I'll give you lots of surprises. And surely you will turn to me." A big smile appeared on Clarissa's thin and tiny lips.

Clarissa's mind continued to spin how she could have a chance to communicate with Mr. Diaz. Indeed, the lecturer has already provided a cellphone number, and email address as well. But she had to be elegant in his non-offensive way. She had to do it in a classy way. And one way started popping up in her mind. Hopefully, it can be done soon.

*****

The library was not that crowded. Only a few students seemed busy there. Clarissa came to the library that afternoon because of a schedule to return the books she borrowed. Though she didn't read them right either. She wanted to look such a diligent until she got home, it was more fun staring at a film on a laptop or scrolling through social media to see what was fun there.

Clarissa just finished and was getting ready to leave the library, the handsome lecturer walked in. Clarissa's lungs rumbled. So cute, oh my. Was this coincidence or what? In fact, the plan has not been executed, good luck on her side.

"Good afternoon, Sir," Clarissa said hello first. And she didn't forget, she was in the library. Clarissa said in a half-whisper.

Diaz turned to the quirky student. This time her hair was purplish red, according to the clothes and bag she was wearing. Diaz wanted to laugh. This girl was just like a mannequin in a clothing store that can be changed the hair color with a wig and match the clothes to promote.

"Good afternoon," replied Diaz. He stopped his steps.

"Uh, can I ask for suggestions about books?" Clarissa found a way to communicate with her lecturer now.

"What book? The lecture I teach? Or what?" Diaz asked back.

"Both are fine, sir. It must be very helpful for me." Clarissa looked at Diaz with a dazzled gaze. His voice is not that heavy, but nice to hear.

"Okay. We'll step aside there, so we don't disturb the others." Diaz stepped to the right side of the library. There are tables and chairs for those who want to work in groups and have discussions. The room is bordered by glass walls where no one else can hear when they are talking.

Clarissa smiled broadly as she walked following Diaz. What an unexpected day. They sat there, facing each other. Diaz started asking what book Clarissa was looking for. Clarissa didn't hesitate to speak. And Diaz turned out to be very kind. He was friendly and did not hesitate to give information, explaining clearly.

He was very smart. Whenever Clarissa asked about a topic, he would know what book Clarissa needed and where to find it. It seemed that this lecturer has memorized all the locations of the books in the library. With great pleasure, the first nickname Clarissa gave Diaz was The Walking Library.

"How? Anything else?" Diaz asked again.

"Hm, that's enough for today. I've recorded everything. It's so nice to meet you. It feels like dry land splashed with water, so fresh." Clarissa smiled.

"You are funny, Clarissa." Diaz pulled his lips and smiled too. He admitted that Clarissa was very beautiful. Even though her appearance was a little different from the average student's, it was still good.

Diaz was sure, there was something about this girl, why she acted like that. He might be able to understand and try to help. One of the things Diaz liked about being a lecturer was not only about sharing academic knowledge, but also sharing life experiences. Diaz was satisfied to be able to provide direction so that students he knew how to live the life he had to go through.

"Next time when I need help, I hope I can come to you again, Sir. I want to be a successful student," Clarissa said.

"Yes, anytime. But don't feel anything, if I do not reply to your messages quickly. At that time, I am sure I have a lot of work to do. When I am free, I will respond," explained Diaz. The man stood up, who left the library.

Of course, Sir. Understood, "nodded Clarissa." Thank you so much for today. "

Diaz once again smiled. And made Clarissa unable to hold back her heart from rumbling again.

"Ah, Mr. Diaz. This is true, I'm crazy about you." Clarissa patted her cheeks. Now she headed to the bookshelf. At least she would borrow the two books that she wrote down from talking with Diaz. And the book was a must, connecting, with that charming lecturer.

Clarissa stepped over to the shelf she needed. She looked at the row of books, then Clarissa smiled. She found the book. Just as Clarissa's hand was tugging at the book, there was another hand, also holding the same book. Clarissa turned quickly to the boy next to her.