My Killer Lecturer's
Gossip

“Do-not what?” tanyaku who was a little surprised to see the expression of Fatwa.

“Ah, already. Forget it!” sahut Fatwa's.

I scowl annoyed. “Ish, habit! Like it's not clear,” my protest is upset.

“No, I just don't want to guess. Fear of suudzon, later,” kilah Fatwa.

“Hmm, yes. After all, Res will also not be kepo, wew!” ledekku while sticking out his tongue.

“Hahaha, can aja ..” Fatwa chuckled at my attitude. “Ya already, go home yuk!” bring Fatwa.

“Indeed, the medicine have you redeemed?” my many.

“Already. Here!” The fatwa shows a small package that she had been holding.

“Oh, yes already. Yuk, home!” take me.

“You want to carry?” tawar Fatwas.

“Yeeaayy, that's mah, enjoy in you,” I cried.

Fatwa just chuckled at my words. He reached out his hand to lead me. Arriving in front of the hospital, he told me to wait for him. However, because I was lazy if I met Citra again, I finally followed her to the parking lot.

“Besok you school, Res?” ask Fatwa once we have entered the car.

“The school's grandfather, Fat. You see, tomorrow there is an important meeting. If you can't pick up, that's okay, Fat,”.

“Ish, suudzon mulu. I don't want to take the shuttle, I'm just worried. Do you remember what the doctor said? If for example your foot is indeed experiencing bone fractures, you automatically can not move much. Would you rather take a vacation until your feet are completely healed?” fatwa Proposal.

“Entah, Res is just confused how the fate of children if Res skipped the line,” kilahku looking for an excuse. But the truth is, I'm not used to having to stay at home.

“Ish, there is no substitute teacher, is there? Instead of the healing process so long, it would be better for you to leave for a total rest.” Fatwa again gave advice.

“Iya-iya, later Res thinkin again,” I replied.

Shortly thereafter. The car arrived at the yard. The Fatwa returned to me to enter the house. Ah, if it continues like this, I could be the same dependency of the man.

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Day after day goes on. Doctor Rodriguez is right. There's a slight crack in the leg bone. Finally, after resting for a total of approximately ten days, I began to be able to move as usual.

today, I was about to go to campus to give the task given by a mad lecturer who was now a little sane. I don't want to trouble him continue. Therefore, I decided to go to the campus without telling him. By using an online taxi, I finally arrived at the college.

I walked down the campus corridor to go to the lecturer room. For some reason, I saw the strange gazes of the students, as I passed by a group of students who were busy chatting.

“Eh, isn't that her friend, huh?” whispered one of the students I can still hear her words.

“Bener, anyway. His best friend. You see, they went everywhere always together,” timpal friend of the student earlier.

“About, she knows her friend is pregnant?” muttered the student.

I see, his friend just shrugs his shoulders.

“Got a pity, yes. Where's the guy he said was in jail again?” take another friend.

Ish, I don't know who they're talking about. But why do I feel like they're giving me, huh? Ah never mind, there's no need for me to turn around either. Maybe it's just my feeling.

Wh-tok-tok!

I knocked on the door of Fatwa's room. For a moment, I remembered the first time I visited this room. What an instant first impression made me illfeel when faced with him. I smiled to myself remembering that. Hmm, for some reason ..all my first impressions with that man, was just a bad impression that always resulted in misunderstanding.

Wh-tok-tok!

I knocked on the door again when I couldn't find an answer from inside.

I turned my body. “Eh, you are Zein, make a surprise,” I said.

“Hehehe, sorry, Brother,” Zein replied.

“Yes, not pa-pa. Uh, by the way, where's Fatwa sir? Kok ruaangannya cake that. Brother has knocked on the door several times, but there is no word from inside,” I asked Zein.

“Know me, Fatwa sir is no more, Brother. He said there was a workshop in Makassar" Zein replied.

“Oh, that's yes.” I said.

Hmm, why didn't he tell me that, huh? Ish, indeed I prepared him, Ampe must report everything. Hehe, man,….

“Ya already, later Sister here again, deh. If his Fatwa sir had come. Brother go first yes, Zein!” my pamit to a classmate.

“Eh Brother, wait!” prevent Zein.

“Yes, what's up Zein?” I wonder why Zein stopped my steps.

“Can we talk?” asked Zein in a slow tone. I don't know, I kind of saw the sadness on his face.

“About?” my question, curious.

“We'd better find a comfortable place to talk. I want to, right?” pinta Zein is hopeful.

I glanced at my watch. Hmm, there's still plenty of time before I go home. “Alright, let's go to the coffee shop near campus!” take me to Zein. Yeah, I was curious about what Zein wanted to talk to me about.

Zein nodded. Finally we walked side by side to the coffee shop located right next to the campus.

“What message do you want, Brother?” ask Zein.

“Ice Cappucino only,” I replied.

“OK. A moment yes, Zein order first,” pamit Zein. Shortly after, Zein returned to our table.

“You talk what the hell, Zein?” my question is getting curious.

“It's about Citra, Brother,” replied Zein.

The deg!

Instantly my heart raced incoherently as Zein mentioned that name. After almost two weeks I did not hear his name, finally today the name Citra again reminds me of the friendship that has been betrayed.

“Kak! Hello! How, Brother even daydream?” zein asked which made me stunned when he heard his words.

“Eh, yes Zein ... indeed, what is with Citra?” I try to master emotions.

“Have you heard any bad gossip about Citra?” ask Zein again.

I frowned, feeling clueless at the intent of Zein's question. “Sorry, Zein .. but I don't understand what you mean,”.

Zein seemed to be sighing for a moment. A moment later, he looked at me. “Kakak, what has Citra been telling you about her lover?” ask Zein.

I was surprised to hear Zein's question. “Please don't convolve like this, Zein. Brother really doesn't understand. And for his lover Citra's business, to be honest, he never told Big Brother about his personal life he,” I replied at length.

Zein looks to catch his breath, heavy. He looked at the window next to our table.

“What's up with Citra?” Finally, the question that I really did not want to ask, had to be thrown out as well because I saw Zein's residence long enough.

Zein looked at me. He then took a long breath. Momentary. Exhaling it slowly.

“Pregnant partners!”

Seriate