All Chapters of My Ruthless Professor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

There was a haunting grain of truth in Dita’s words. Thus far, not a single supervisor had been willing to entertain my draft. Without so much as a discussion, they would dismiss my work, coldly demanding I overhaul my research topic entirely. Some had even gone as far as to suggest, quite bluntly, that I seek mentorship elsewhere.Only Mr. Jefri remained, the lone anchor in my drifting academic life. Perhaps it was because he was new to the faculty; I had never even sat in one of his lectures before. He had joined the university only a year ago, while my thesis had been languishing for two long years, wandering in search of certainty. He was the only one who stayed, despite a reputation far more fearsome than any of his peers. Sometimes, I allowed myself to wonder if he truly, earnestly wanted to see me graduate this year.Yet, I was drowning in exhaustion from this endless cycle of revisions. To me, weaving a scholarly manuscript was far more soul-crushing than the labor of writing

I wrapped my arms around Mama’s plump frame from behind, resting my face against the small of her back. "Please forgive me, Ma. I’ve disappointed both you and Papa." I could no longer stem the tide of my tears. My sobs broke free, dampening the expensive fabric of Mama’s dress. Mama turned around and pulled me into a fierce embrace. "Sweetheart... your father and I do all of this for your own sake, child." She stroked my shoulders with a gentle touch while I buried my face in her chest. "Papa and I won't be by your side forever. If you don't prepare yourself now, they will cast you aside the moment we are gone."

I remained silent, refusing to offer even a whisper of a reply. I knew Uncle Hendra was merely fishing for a way to demean me, so I chose not to indulge his provocation.Mama, however, was a different story. She was visibly livid. Without waiting for Uncle Hendra to finish his sentence, she flung the door wide and ushered them out with a move that was as polished as it was firm."After you," Mama said, extending her hand toward the threshold, signaling their immediate departure.Aunt Silvi let out an indignant huff, muttering under her breath as she stepped out. "How incredibly rude! Forcing guests out before they’re even ready to leave.""Next time, don

Mr. Jefri offered a thin, fleeting smile before finally turning his face away. Yet, a spark of resentment flared in my mind; why hadn't he looked away sooner? Why did he seem to enjoy that awkward display for so long without showing a hint of guilt?"Actually... I intended to show you a section of your thesis that I didn't quite understand. But it seems you are already prepared for rest. We should discuss this tomorrow at the faculty," he said. His tone had returned to its flat, professional baseline, yet there was an underlying pressure I couldn't quite name.I scoffed inwardly. Why couldn't he have just waited until tomorrow to tell me that? Was he intentionally trying to test my composure in the middle of the night? And why did this moment have to coincide perfectly with me wearing this ridiculous outfit? I truly cursed this lecturer of mine."Very well, Sir," I replied, the sharpness in my tone hard to conceal."I don't want you to be late again. Ten

Mr. Jefri wasn't just any lecturer; he served as the Head of Department in the Faculty of Economics. According to the rumors swirling around campus, he came from a background of immense wealth as a successful businessman, and some even whispered he held a significant stake in the university itself. That likely explained his exclusive private office, tucked away from the communal faculty lounge.This knowledge fueled my dark suspicions. His position granted him the privacy to host female guests behind closed doors without any oversight. I felt a surge of agitation watching the woman who had just exited. Her appearance was highly suspect—rushed, flushed, as if she had just emerged from a clandestine encounter.Was the rumor