She took a deep breath and then exhaled. Honestly, she was a bit hesitant to meet her professor. But she was afraid it might really be about her GPA.

"Come on, Clara, don't be afraid. Mr. Arya is just a human like you. There's nothing to be scared of," she whispered to herself.

She tried to remain calm. Because she was a brave girl, she didn’t need to be afraid of a young professor like Mr. Arya.

...

"Finally, you showed up, Clara Marshita Anjelika!" Mr. Arya exclaimed.

He sneered at her. It made her shudder in fear. This was the first time she had seen this side of the most famous professor on campus. Apparently... he wasn't as nice as she thought.

It was evident in the way he looked at Clara. It was like a psychopath eyeing his prey. She kept praying in her heart that nothing would happen after she left this dark place.

She felt cursed to have a professor like Mr. Arya. And the man walked towards her with a stride that made her skin crawl.

She closed her eyes and... it turned out Mr. Arya just glanced at her, then walked past her. She tried to peek and saw her professor standing at the warehouse door.

Creeeak!

The door closed perfectly. The man didn't forget to lock them inside.

"Oh God... why is the door locked? Is Mr. Arya going to commit a crime against me? Stay calm, Clara, stay calm. Don’t think weird thoughts," she murmured to herself.

She wanted to speak up. But she was still arranging the right words to say to this suspicious professor. Because if she said just one wrong word, she might end up in deep trouble.

Mr. Arya was a killer professor, even though his face was calm and handsome. But at this moment, what Clara saw were the sharp eyes of her professor that looked like a psychopath's.

"What's wrong, Clara? Are you confused?"

Suddenly, he started the conversation that had been very silent. He looked strange today. Neat clothes, fragrant body, and... looking like a groom.

"W-what's the matter, sir? Why was I called?" she asked stammeringly.

Whether she was scared or confused, her speech became stuttered like a person with a speech impediment. This wasn’t like her. She was the type of girl who was firm and talkative.

"How about we make a deal?" Mr. Arya offered.

He smiled at the trembling girl. He scrutinized Clara's appearance from head to toe. Her knee-length dress caught the professor's attention.

Feeling observed, she covered her long legs with the shawl she wore. She felt strange being intensely observed like this.

"So, this girl is shy," Arya muttered with a sneer.

"What kind of deal, sir?" Clara asked, curious. She hoped this wasn’t a curse for yelling at her mother yesterday.

"I can give you the best grades on campus. That means... you won’t need to take exams and tests here and there. You just need to meet my condition," he said.

Clara frowned. She didn’t understand what the professor meant. But ... she was interested to know the condition he proposed.

"Condition? What is the condition, sir?" she asked.

Arya looked at her intensely. As if he wanted to burn her alive. Especially since, from earlier, her long legs had caught his attention.

"The condition is very easy, and you’ll definitely want this too. Because... no one dares to reject the condition I propose," he said proudly.

'This professor is too confident. Handsome face, but his behavior is no better than a devil,' Clara muttered.

She wanted to spit out curses and insults at her professor. But she held back, because if that happened ... her problem would get worse. She could be expelled from campus for ridiculous reasons.

"Why are you silent? Don’t you want to hear the condition? I’m sure your life will change one hundred eighty degrees," Arya said. It made Clara even more curious.

"Don't beat around the bush, get straight to the point, sir! I don’t like wordy sentences. It's just a waste of time," she snapped.

Whatever dream she had last night, suddenly she became a brave girl in front of her killer professor. Usually, she would lower her gaze when Mr. Arya was teaching.

The aura of bravery in her seemed to emerge from her soul. It made her even bolder, when this rude professor dared to look at her.

"Marry me!" Mr. Arya exclaimed.

Thud!

What kind of condition was this? She never expected that her professor was targeting her. No wonder every time he taught, he always called her name and made her do this and that. Apparently, there was an ulterior motive behind all of this.

"What? Marry you?"

She slapped her cheeks. Hoping this was just a nightmare, a dream. She didn’t want to marry anyone except her boyfriend ... Algo.

She never imagined that her professor was so rude. How could he ask her to the dark warehouse just to express his desire? Could he be considered an exemplary professor? He was no better than a cheap scoundrel.

"Yes, marry me! I will give you unparalleled happiness just for you, Adinda."

He knelt before Clara. Then he took out a very sparkling diamond ring. It felt like seeing stars at night. Especially in the middle of this darkness.

"Sorry, I’m not interested in your offer. Because I already have a boyfriend and am about to get married," she responded spontaneously.

She herself didn’t know why she couldn’t stop her mouth from talking. Even though she wasn’t going to get married, as her relationship didn’t have her parents' blessing.

"You can leave your ugly boyfriend. You are the luckiest girl because you can touch my heart. I love you very much, Clara Marshita Anjelika! Will you marry me?"

He was still kneeling with the ring he offered to the girl. He looked very confident. Because he was sure Clara wouldn’t reject the handsome professor who had many fans.

But, that hope was wrong. Clara firmly rejected the proposal ring. Because she felt disgusted with her professor. The way he did it seemed cheap to her. Because it was like he was a loser. Not daring to go to her parents like her boyfriend did.

"Sorry, you are dreaming! Please wake up from your dream! Because I am not a girl like your fanatical fans out there. I feel disgusted with your behavior like this. It seems tacky. And one more thing ... I don’t want to marry a man I don’t love. You’re not my type!" Clara firmly emphasized.

Without any hesitation or wavering, she firmly rejected her professor’s proposal to marry. Because this was very strange. They were just a student and a professor, nothing more.

"Don’t talk nonsense! Who do you think you are to reject me like that? Do you think you are already beautiful by rejecting me? If a gentle approach doesn’t work, I will use a harsh way to get you!"