My Killer Lecturer's
Negotiating

The fatwa glanced back at me. It seemed, he grew even more curious when he saw me smiling to myself. Suddenly Fatwa cupped my face with both hands. A moment later, she pulled him up to make me want to not look at him.

“Anaan anyway, Fat?” I grumbled with annoyance.

“What are you? The grin is not as clear as that!” fatwa said a little.

I pursed my lips to make Fatwa. “Detach, ih!” my protest.

Finally the Fatwa took her hand off my face. “OK, now explain to me, what is in your brain right now?” said Fatwa while menonyor softly my forehead with his index finger.

“Let's Res clear, but .. eat first, yuk! Res hungry...” sulk me to him.

“Basic of rubber stomach! Eat the mulu that is in your brain,” grumbled Fatwa.

“Biarin, than Res ulcer relapses. Do you want responsibility if Res disease relapses again?” sahutku.

“Easy, I threw you into the hospital,” ledek Fatwa.

I pursed my lips again at Fatwa's reply. However, on the one hand I feel happy too, because the Fatwa is not as cold as it used to be.

Hearing my wish, Fatwa immediately launched her vehicle. The road looks empty, because it's still working hours too. People are busy with their work. Shortly after, we arrived at a typical Sundanese restaurant.

Fatwa started ordering food as soon as the waiter approached us. Having spent a few weeks together made him quickly understand what I liked. After a few minutes, the waiter left.

“Now tell me, what exactly are you planning, Res?” ask Fatwa who might still be curious about what I have in mind.

“Res wants to exchange the freedom of Yudhis mas with an agreement,” I replied flatly.

The fatwa looked increasingly frowned. Maybe he hasn't been able to digest the meaning of what I said.

“Can it be further clarified?” pinta Fatwa's.

I looked at him sharply. “Look, Fat. I know the role of the Yudhis is very important in his company, and I am also sure that the Yudhis are also very fond of freedom. I also believe that Aunt Amara wants Yudhis soon to be free. So a–“

“Ish, can you not have to be convoluted like that?” tanya Fatwa cut my words.

“Yes, horrin first. No need to talk about people!” I snorted in annoyance.

“Oke-okay, I was horrified,” said Fatwa looks obedient.

“So this .. Res will try to talk to aunt Amara about Citra. Res will exchange the freedom of Yudhis by applying the conditions. And the condition is to marry Citra,”, I said with a smile, imagining if all this was a brilliant idea.

“Ih. It’s not good idea, Res!” fatwa.

Immediately I pouted hearing the words of Fatwa. “You mah like that continue ... always break Resti's spirit,” grumbled I was upset.

“It's not like that, Res. But everything has to be thought out. Bang Yudhis is the type of person who, if forced, he will be even more stubborn. Sandra's proof? Not once twice did Aunt Amara persuade the Yudhis bang to visit Sandra. But in fact, the more heavily Yudhis is forced, the more he will rebel,” Fatwa said.

“But this is a different case, Fat!” refute me. “Maybe Aunty Amara did not have a strong enough reason to put pressure on Yudhis. But now? Mas Yudhis was imprisoned for how many years, while the company needed Yudhis. Resti sure, if we do the negotiations properly, aunt Amara will definitely help us,” I said.

“As far as you go, deh!” Fatwa seemed resigned to face my stubbornness.

I smiled triumphantly. “But, please help Resti by the way, yes!” my door seduced.

“Hmm, this is the most I did not demen,” as long as Fatwa.

I just chuckled at the Fatwa's answer.

Shortly after, our order arrived. After everything was done, we started eating the food.

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“Come dong Res! Dah late nih .. you, 'will know that aunt Amara is a person of discipline time,” grumbled Fatwa.

“Iya-iya, you are a very nice guy!” I snorted in annoyance. Arriving at the courtyard of the house, I immediately boarded the Fatwa car.

After saying goodbye, Fatwa began to drive his vehicle to the residence of aunt Amara. Our trip was about an hour. Arriving at the house of Yudhis, Fatwa immediately invited me down and entered the mansion.

"Please sit! Wait a minute, I nudge mother first,” said family assistant aunt Amara.

Shortly after, the woman over fifty years old walked up to us.

“Ah, Chi Darling ... how are you, Nak?” greet Aunt Amara as soon as it arrives in front of me.

“Alhamdulillah, Chi well, Auntie,” I replied.

“Thank God,” says Aunt Amara. For a moment he approached Fatwa and hugged her. “Thank you for bringing Chi here,” Aunt Amara whispered in Fatwa's ear.

“Sama-sama, Tan,” replied Fatwa.

After making small talk, we sat down to discuss what I meant.

“So, what can Aunt help, Son?” ask Aunt Amara.

“Begini, Tan. Earlier, Chi apologized if Chi had been presumptuous to speak like this to Auntie. But, to be honest Chi has no other choice,”.

Aunt Amara looks confused. It seems, he has not been able to digest my words.

“So like this Tan, Res intends to withdraw his claim to Fatwa. In exchange, Please Aunt persuade bang Yudhis that he would be responsible to Citra and her son. In a sense, bang Yudhis should marry Citra,” Fatwa said without further ado.

That's what men think, to the point!

Aunt Amara was quite surprised to hear the Fatwa. For a moment he was pensive, probably thinking about what the Fatwa had just said. However, a few seconds later his face returned sad.

“Actually, Aunt does not want to help. But, you yourself know, ‘kan how your brother's attitude. It is not easy to persuade him to follow what we want,” said Aunt Amara.

I was a little disappointed to hear Aunt Amara's reply. Not tried, but Aunt Amara has given up, as said, lost before the war. Feeling that it was impossible to get help from Aunt Amara, I finally said goodbye to him.

“Then, what will you do now?” ask Fatwa.

I can see clearly if Fatwa also feels disappointed with the decision of Aunt Amara. I shook my shoulder in response to Fatwa's question.

“What if we meet Yudhis and negotiate with him,” my proposal to the Fatwa.

The man just shook his head at my suggestion.

“Come, Fat ... please ..” I sulk back to him.

“Res, could you not, you forget the affairs of others and start focusing on your own affairs?” The fatwa diverted the conversation.

“Indeed, what is my business. It seems, my business is not so important,” my joke on Fatwa.

“Ish not important how? Remember, Neng .. you still owe three grades to your handsome lecturer,” replied Fatwa narcissist.

“Haish, can't you, you didn't remind Res about it?" I grumbled in annoyance as the lecturer reminded me of my crumbling grades.

“Hahaha, yes already. But let me speak directly to Yudhis!”

Seriate