Forced to Get Off Bed
33. The Tasks of the Lecturer Killer

“Pak Digta ...”

Dion approaches when Digta and Zeya just get out of the car.

“I am so sorry for the passing of Mr.”'s wife Dion shook Digta's hand.

“Thank you, Sir.” Digta tried to keep smiling, even though the smile was so thin.

Then, Dion looked at Zeya. “I'm so sorry yes...” Dion rubbed Zeya's arm slowly.

Digta's eyes glared at Dion's hand that touched Zeya with origin. But, Digta did not say anything.

“Thank you, sir,” said Zeya trying to smile. “Then I permission to leave first.” Then Zeya immediately went from before them all.

***

“Zey...”.

Zega ran up to him, as Zeya was about to enter the classroom.

“Eh, Zega..

“How are you? It was long invisible. I asked you with Jerry, but he doesn't know either.” Zega tried to align his steps with Zeya.

“My brother died,” said Zeya who surprised Zega.

“Innalillahiwainnalillahirojiun's search. I'm so sorry, Zey.”

“Still yes, Zega. And sorry, I can't bales your message or pick up your phone because my phone was lost.”

“Not a problem, Zey. I'm patiently waiting for you, kok.” They entered the classroom and sat next to each other.

“Zeyaa!” Jerry suddenly appears, and accidentally sits right behind Zeya. “Lo where are you, anyway? Holiday why so long!”

“My brother died,” replied Zeya with a sad bent face.

Jerry looked surprised. Before he spoke again, Digta had already entered their classroom.

“Pagi...” Say hello to Digta as usual. Put some books and a laptop on his desk. “I only give you 10 seconds to make a group—, each group of three people. One ...” Digta started counting, and the students immediately went to look for their group. “Two, three, four, five six, ten.”

“Yaaah, Sir…. The seventh is not.” One of the students commented. But it seemed Digta did not care, he stepped into the middle of the room.

“Please sit in groups of each.” Digta's Order.

Zeya, Zega, and Jerry were already sitting in threes. And Zeya sat in the middle between the two men.

“This group will be permanent until the final semester, can not be contested,” said Digta firmly.

“Good, Sir.”

“I am talking briefly here, I want you to review journals and case studies that have occurred in Indonesia related to law in Indonesia. Reference minimum twenty books or journals.” Digta saw the watch. “At one we meet again in this class, and I hope you guys are ready with the task I gave you. Thank you.” Then, Digta again picked up some of his belongings on the table and walked out of the room.

Instantly the tension that had occurred in this class immediately evaporated away.

“Mah's look, her job!” Jerry snapped a finger.

“Maybe for those who have never been a Student Pak Digta do not know yet, I am almost two years so Student he, and never repeat in the next semester for failing in group assignments.” Adi opens the atmosphere. In addition to Senior students, Adi is also the oldest among the students in this room.

“Ah, Seriously, Mas Adi?” Tony asked out of curiosity.

“Yups. Of course the task of the Magister group is very different when it was still S1, at least equivalent to the thesis S1,” explained Adi again.

“Scription?” Zeya.

“As far as I understand the tasks in post-graduate it weighs the equivalent of working on a thesis. The difference if the thesis is the application of theory, the thesis which is the pre-requisite of master graduation is the deepening/development of theory. And Mr. Digta not we just want us to read, but must understand. If it does not understand it down to its roots. Well, get ready, he does not hesitate to give the value of E.”

Hearing Adi's explanation, made the classroom atmosphere tense again. Now Zeya regrets having one group with Zega and Jerry— whose brain capacity is on par with her. He should have been looking for a more senior, older, and more experienced group.

Address, it will be Digta's moons again.

***

Zeya, Jerry and Zega head to the library to search for journals, thesis papers, and case study examples. They also search through the internet and should be collected in a single title.

That made Zeya's head break. Moreover, Jerrry agility is just messing around. Not help finding, but even fun reading comics.

Zeya snorted in annoyance and threw the man with the book towards Jerry.

BRUKK!

The book that had a thousand pages was directly about Jerry's head. Making Zega—, who was sitting next to Zeya, was shocked.

Jerry grimaced in pain. “Aw, how come?”

“According to lo? I why?” Zeya glared annoyedly. “Gue and Zega dizzy search journal. Well, elo even delicious read comics.”

“Seat, Zey! Do you not hear Mr Digta said earlier? Our group cannot be changed and contested.”

“That's why I threw you a book to wake up! Because our group cannot be replaced, and elo self-conscious. Not because of your behavior, me and Zega so hit the stone.”

“HUSSSSH! Noisy!” They got a reprimand from the students who were in the library.

“Rrggh!” Zeya groaned in annoyance. Then got up from the chair while carrying the books he had borrowed from the library.

When he exits the library, Zeya accidentally bumps into Digta's body.

“Aduh.” The book is on the floor.

Instead of helping, Digta just stepped over Zeya's books and walked without sin. Making Zeya's emotions grow increasingly violent.

Why is his life so quiet, anyway!

***

At one o'clock in the afternoon, they all went back into the classroom. But, Zeya's group did not manage to make anything.

“Happy day ...”

Digta stepped into the classroom quietly.

“Just present the task of the Zeya group,” Digta said as if the man deliberately trapped Zeya.

Zeya, Zega, and Jerry were shocked.

“Come forward,” command Digta again.

They stepped forward and stood in front of the other students.

“Please start, what case study do you want to discuss. I want in detail yes.” Digta.

“E…. Murder that occurred–—“ Zeya stopped because the speech was just a mere ngor. He looked at the other Student friends who were staring back at him.

“I do not ask SD children to advance to the front of the class,” said Digta ketus. “I want a wider application of theory and thesis. So that you can see things in a broader perspective as well.”

“Pak, sorry, can you give us more time to make this task?” Jerry opened his voice.

Digta took a deep breath while glaring at Jerry. Lau, his gaze returned to the front. “Some of you have not done a job as well?”

Almost everyone raised their hands. Except the Adi group.

Digta closed his eyes for a moment before looking for a large oxygen supplier. While Zeya was grateful, because he was not alone. After all, who can carry out a task like the S1 thesis within an hour!

“Three days, I only give three days. See you later.” Digta's one sentence before the man left the classroom.

Zeya was satisfied and pleased, because Digta had not turned into a genie nor given them all the E values. Zeya pursues Digta's steps.

“Pak Digta...”

Digta stopped stepping, looking at the woman. “Didn't I say there's no connection between us?”

“Sorry, what relationship between student and lecturer should not be? After all, who would want to think of you as my husband while on campus. After all, I call you by the designation ‘Bapak’ not ‘sayang’.”

Digta glares. “My time is not much.”

“I just wanted to say, thank you, sir. Already gave us the opportunity to continue the eyes of the lecture Mr.” Zeya smiled as she smiled.

Digta did not say anything other than to walk away again.

“Pak Digta.” Zeya called back.

“What else?”

“Later home campus, Dad came home without me only yes. Because I have to go.”

“Where?” Digta furrowed his brows.

While Zeya, raised half his eyebrows. “Bapak is starting to be curious about my activities, are you?”

Digta shook his hand. “Forget.” And back to walking away.