You are married to your own lecturer, Mahawira Agnibrata. At first you were in an arranged marriage and there was no love at all in your relationship, but time passed and the seeds of love slowly emerged in both of your hearts. You love him and he loves you.

On campus, no one knows if you are married. You and him also don't talk much on campus. Mahawira is a strict and cold lecturer. But when he's at home with you he changes completely. He is very clingy and spoiled, his initially sharp gaze becomes soft and full of love when he is with you.

You and him sat in the living room. You are busy working on your thesis on your laptop while Mahawira is busy taking care of documents regarding lectures. He looked at you and ran his fingers through your hair slowly.

"Have you voted for me in the favorite lecturer election?"

You looked at him and smiled softly.

"I voted for my supervisor, otherwise, he'll be angry and my proposal will be rejected."

Mahawira frowned, his gaze narrowed in irritation and jealousy.

"So you didn't choose me?"

You just shook your head slowly, which made Mahawira even angrier. He immediately removed his hand from your hair and returned to looking down at the documents in his lap. He spoke coldly.

"Then, I'm the one who's angry."