My Ex-husband Lecturer
Chapter 20 To The Former House Part 1

‘Sister Rian, sick? The feeling of kemaren - kemaren still fit - fit aja. Until he could hug - hug the students?’, Kirana asked - asked inwardly along the corridor of the lecturer room heading to the lower floor not far from the library.

‘Severe ga huh? Whose house is she in? Ah. at most there's her domestic assistant. There's no way she doesn't hire people.’, thought Kirana again.

Sometimes he walked forward. Sometimes he turns back.

‘Do I need to check there?’

‘What - what the hell are you Ran. Want to go there? Make what? Are you ready?’

‘But what if it turns out he's really alone? His friend doesn't know where his house is. Time anyway?’

‘Ih. Want him sick, want him again friendly same sex. It's none of my business. He's a playboy guy, why should be worried.’

‘Wait, worried? Who is worried. Me? Engggaaaak.’

‘Hah.. but it's been two days, been to the hospital yet huh? Don't - don't be bad? Kiranaaaaaaaaa.’, Kirana screams in her stressed heart.

It was as if there were two people inside him right now. One person who still loves Rian. And one more person who wants to forget and hate Rian.

“Ran.”, someone's call from behind surprised Kirana.

“Oh? I don't want to visit him kok.”, reply Kirana arrived - arrived.

“Continue? Look who? Is your family sick? Or your friend?”, ask the man who turned out to be Radit.

“Neg. I read the dialogue again. Yes.. dialog ha-ha.”, replied Kirana awkwardly.

So nervous, out of nowhere arrived - suddenly the reason just appeared from his mouth.

“Dialogue? You're in the theater club? I just found out.”, replied Radit.

‘I? What - what the hell is Radit.’, Kirana just realized that Radit instead uses ‘Au’ and ‘Kamu’ when talking to him.

“Neg. Tumben lo is on campus. Your recent feelings are often very present on campus.”, Kirana tries to attract Radit to enter another topic that turns out to worsen the atmosphere.

“Wah.. very attention to know that I am often on campus.”, Radit replied.

Hearing Kirana use ‘gue’ and ‘lo’, Radit again changed his nickname.

‘Thank God he came back to that call. But now he's in the GR-ness. Yes already. That is his business.’, Kirana said in her heart.

“Ghea said that. Oiya, I still have business, I unplug it first, yes.”, Kirana said immediately taking a step back from the face of Radit.

“Ran, where are you going? Not 1 o'clock, you have class huh?”, shouted Radit because Kirana had shot up quickly.

As a result, Radit's question was not answered by him because Kirana was already far from his radar.

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“Pak, there will be a crossroad, there you are straight. To the left of the road there is housing. Just go straight in there. The house is right on the left.”, Kirana told the taxi driver she was riding.

After arguing with her for a long time, Kirana ended up unknowingly already inside the taxi. He even skipped out of his class.

‘What am I doing now? But, it's already here. Yes already. I'll just check into her ART.’, thought Kirana.

If he was just there to check into ART Rian, he could still go back to campus and get into class. There's still about 1 hour and 30 minutes left before class starts.

Cringe cring cring

“Halo.”, Kirana replied.

“Ran, where are you? I'm looking - looking for lunch just now - didn't show up. I send a message, why not dibales?”, asked Ghea with the background of the hustle and bustle of students in the canteen.

Yes, this hour is indeed the rush hour of the canteen. Kirana could clearly listen to the various orders mentioned. Just make his stomach hungry.

“Gue again no business. If I don't come. I can leave you, Ghe.”, Kirana said asking for help.

“Eh. Don't you know? This lecturer tuh most allergic the same whose name is tidip absent aka T.A. If you know, we can not take the exam later.”, said Ghea.

“Bener yes. Well. I ate alone dong.”, complained Ghea through his phone connection.

“Once - time. Let you not be single.”, Kirana said.

“Enak. Lo is also single, using everyone.”, then Ghea hangs up her phone.

“Sorry, mba. Already arrived, which house?”, asked the taxi driver to Kirana.

“That's Sir, the left end is approaching the crossroad.”, reply Kirana.

“Oh. good, Mba.”

Kirana looked around the house which turned out to have been accompanied by several other housing. In the past, as he remembered here a lot of garden ala - ala made by his late ex-in-law (papa Rian).

Looks like some of the land is already for sale. The gardens are no longer there. Kirana creeks - cuddly looking in from the direction of the fence. There are no signs of life. So quiet.

“Did he choose to stay in the apartment? Well, I'm not asking anymore. But why does he live there. It's not that she doesn't like living in the apartment.”, Kirana hesitates - hesitates to press the bell.

She's confused. It's here, it's impossible to go back. But, if he pressed the bell and someone answered, how should he face the questions that Rian might ask?

‘Bismillah’, he said inwardly then pressed the house bell.

Kirana pressed once, but she waited for a few seconds, no one said.

Kirana tried to suppress it one more time.

This time, he waited for approximately one - two minutes. And still no one said.

“What I'm going to go home with, yes. Maybe he's not here. Who knows. Maybe he already has another woman and is now with her. Who is more mature than me who is still a boy.”, said Kirana annoyed.

“Search who neng?”, suddenly a woman who is the same age as her mother passed by and asked.

“Oh.. I look for one who has a home. I hit the bell twice but no one opened it. Does Bi Risma no longer work here?”, asked Kirana doubtfully.

“Oh.. Den Rian ya?”, said the woman immediately remember.

“Iya, Bu.”, replied Kirana.

“I also ART in housing near here. Two blocks from here. New. Haha.. I know Bi Risma. As far as I know Bi Risma is back home. Child's sick. It's been a week.”, bright the woman.

“ART the other?”, previously, there were two other ART people who helped in the Rian family home.

“Which else? As I recall there was only Bi Risma, neng. There's nothing else. I am new, so I only know Bi Risma.”, replied the woman.

Cringe cring

It was like something was shaking in the pocket of the woman's pants. He hurriedly lifted it.

“Halo, yes Ma. I have bought. Yes, I'll be home soon, Bu.”.

At that time he was riding a motorcycle. As soon as he hung up the phone, the woman immediately started her motorcycle.

“Neng, try Bi Rismanya phone only. I'm hambur. Sorry yes neng.”, he said immediately went to leave Kirana at that time.

“Phone Bi Risma? Is the phone number the same? Did I try to call Rian? Ah. stupid.. He no longer uses that number. Hah. ribet. I just go home then.”, after a long time of thinking, Kirana finally decided to go home.

“Kirana?”

However, Kirana's footsteps instantly stopped when someone she knew called out to her from within. Instantly, the lock of the gate opened. It seemed like Rian was using an automatic turnstile that could be opened directly from within. As Kirana remembered, it was still her driver who opened and closed the door manually.

“Case.”, Rian continued then stepped inside.

He didn't even wait for Kirana who was still silent in front of the fence.

‘What - what's he. Normally, if people are visiting, who have a house waiting for people to enter. It's just a doang trus door open? He wants me to come in or not.”, Kirana protested.