Professor F novel Chapter 25

August opened her mouth to explain but she didn't know how to start.

Flynn nodded and introduced himself. "My name is Flynn Ferguson. I live next door. And I also happen to be your daughter's professor."

Her parents’s eyes were wide in shock. And then looked humbled knowing her professor is in their daughter's apartment and even carried their baggages.

"August! Why didn't you tell us?! And you even let him carry those heavy bags?" Her mother scolded her.

"It's alright. Sir. Ma'am. I'm glad to meet August's parents." Flynn slightly bows his head again and even offered his hand for a handshake.

"Is my daughter in trouble?" Her father asked, worried. Her mother stepped closer to her father.

Flynn looked apprehensive but still tried his best to calm her parents down. "No, Mr. Peters. Your daughter is amazing."

Her parents smiled in relief.

"We were just about to eat dinner." August interrupted, finally found her voice. She cleared her throat. "I'll prepare the table."

"Let me help." Flynn and her mother said almost in unison.

"Oh, no, Professor Ferguson. We'll take care of it. You can just sit down and wait with my husband." Her mother suggested with a smile on her face and joined her.

Flynn nodded and smiled awkwardly. She gave Flynn an apologetic look and he returned it with a reassuring smile.

"Is he really your professor or you two are just making this up? He's actually your senior.” Her mother teased her with a grin on her face. "He really looked so young to be your professor. And he's so good looking, Augustine! It’s impossible that he doesn’t have a girlfriend!”

"Mom!" She rolled her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. She knew she would be this nosy. Between her parents, it's always her mother who easily guesses things right. "He's only twenty-two. He got his PhD when he was nineteen."

"What?!"

August sighed, smiling. "Yes. I had the same reaction when I learned about it."

“So," Her mother intentionally paused to give emphasis on what she's about to ask next. “The most important question, does he have a girlfriend?"

She glared at her mother. She doesn't know whether she's just trying to catch her making this scheme or innocently asks her questions until she feels guilty and obligated to tell her everything.

"He's single."

"Oh! So, you're dating him then?" Her mother asked while checking the food Flynn cooked in her kitchen. ”Hmm. This smells so good. Beef Bourguignon! You cooked this?"

She didn't know how to answer her mother’s question so she walked towards the dining table bringing plates and utensils. Her father talking to Flynn about his profession. Flynn then gave her a wink when she smiled looking at her father who was grabbing a napkin. She blushed as she goes back to the kitchen.

"It's okay to date him, sweetie. You don't need to keep it from me. Or your dad."

Her mouth dropped. ”How'd you—"

"Please." Christine rolled her eyes smiling. "You don't know how to cook, Augustine Peters! Especially a French beef Bourguignon!" She points at Flynn who comfortably talks to her father. "He looks like he can cook! And his French accent was so subtle that I almost missed it! Besides, he won't be too comfortable in your kitchen if you're not dating him!" She hugged her tight. "You can tell me anything, sweetie.”

"Sorry, Mom." She sighed, feeling sorry for not telling the truth. "Thank you. I didn't know how to start. And I can't believe you're this cool about it. He's still a university professor, my professor.”

Christine caressed her face. "Love knows no boundaries. If you both like each other, go for it. Take risks. Get excited. Love unconditionally. Get hurt. Experience things, my love." She kissed her forehead. "And no more secrets, okay?"