My Killer Lecturer's
Deal

“When will we meet Yudhis, Fat?” I asked as soon as the Fatwa responded to my request.

Fatwa breathed. “I! only I will meet bang Yudhis. I will not involve you anymore, Res,” said Fatwa full of decisiveness.

“But, Fat!" I want to protest the Fatwa's decision.

“Only me, or not at all!” the Fatwa answered quite firmly.

I just leaned back on the back of the front car seat. I was a little disappointed to hear the Fatwa's decision which seemed inviolable.

Fatwa glanced at me. Maybe he also felt bad because it made me disappointed. Finally he stared intensely at me.

“Res, please understand. I just don't want you to be as wretched as you used to be. You don't know what kind of attitude Yudhis would have if he had the desire. I'm just afraid, he'll take advantage of your weakness,” Fatwa said.

I just kept quiet. I could never understand what the Fatwa had just said.

“Trust me, I did all this too because of you. I don't want you to be hurt again like Yudhis. I don't want you to be disappointed and hurt again, Res. Please, trust me. Let me take care of them,” Fatwa said again.

I can finally just nod. “Iya, Fat. Res believe everything is the same you,” I replied weakly.

After the discussion about meeting Yudhis was finished, we continued our journey. Go home.

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Day after day goes on. I heard nothing more about Citra or about Yudhis. Everything seems to be lost in the earth. Until today, the day I was spending the day off with homework, all of a sudden, the Fatwa came to see me.

Wh-tok-tok!

“Ka, in the living room there is a Fatwa bang, tuh!” rayya said as he knocked on the door.

I cringed a little. Tumben, how come he did not say, my mind.

“Kak! Brother denger no hell?” yelled Rayya again.

“Iya, Deck. Brother denger. Tell me to wait a moment, Brother wants to finish the book first,” I replied to Rayya.

Shortly after, the voice behind the door disappeared. I immediately finished the novel books I always read when I had free time. Five minutes after finishing the book, I immediately went to the living room to see Fatwa.

“Hai, Fat. Tumben main?” I asked as soon as I arrived in the living room.

“Hmm, can't you?” Fatwa asked back.

“Not allowed, anyway. But it's weird. Usually if mo come here, you, ‘kan you first,”.

“I just want to convey this to you,” said Fatwa while thrusting a large brown envelope.

“What is this?” tanyaku grabbed the envelope given by the Fatwa.

“That's the files you have to sign to withdraw your demands to bang Yudhis,” Fatwa flat said.

“Oh that, yes. The process is long, yes. How come the files now?” I asked who did not understand anything about the law.

“It was not the process that led to the long, only the lack of a deal I made with bang Yudhis," replied the Fatwa.

“Deal? Why should alot? Isn't the deal clear, huh?” ask the Fatwa.

The initial agreement was clear, I exchanged the freedom of Yudhis from prison on condition that Yudhis should marry Citra. Is that heavy?

“Hhh.” Fatwa sounded her breath. He seems to have a heavy mind.

“Eh, why, Res?” tanya Fatwa, stunned.

Hmm, that's right my guess. It seems like Fatwa is having a problem. Evidently with his unfocused he answered my question.

“Res asked, what's up? Res, look at you shut up. You got a problem, Fat?” ask again.

“Hmm, nothing, Res. Safely under control, really,” his laughter.

“Ih, like not connecting that, deh. Seriously, you're talking about mo venting. Res can be copied to be a loyal listener, really. Yes, if you talk, who knows can reduce your burden,”.

“Huh, sok tau…! Yes, sign this file quickly. Let it be taken care of immediately and Citra can cepet marriage,” said Fatwa.

“Eh, really, yeah! For a moment, Res take balpoin first,” I said as I went to the room. “Sini, where Res should sign?” ask me as soon as I get back from the room.

Fatwa approached me. He showed me one by one the pages I had to sign. Hmm, quite complicated also the requirement of retracting the demands. I thought it was easy, as easy as I smoothly gave testimony to make a claim.

After I signed some of the files, Fatwa collected the files again and arranged them as usual.

“Oh yes, Fat ... By the way, are there any other additional deal points, until your deal goes allot?” my question, curious.

Fatwa looked pensive at my question. He seemed to be weighing something to say. However, a second later, his smile was again clearly drawn on his face.

“There is, but it is not important,” said Fatwa.

“Really?” I was surprised to wonder. “What does an example look like?” I asked about that extra point.

“Already, not a thing worth talking about,” replied Fatwa.

Ish, a habit if it's been tight like this. I'm, like, getting curious. Finally, I upset myself at the attitude of the Fatwa, which holds too much mystery.

“Ya already, what else should Res do?” my many.

“Hmm, nothing. You just have to wait for freedom bang Yudhis alone,” replied Fatwa.

For a moment I was stunned. Hearing the news that mas judhis would be free, a tinge of doubt and fear lingered in my heart. But soon I got rid of my fear. I must be fine, my resolve in heart.

“When about mas Yudhis free?” my many.

“Mungki about one week,” replied Fatwa.

I breathe, heavy. That means, one more week I have to mentally prepare if one day meet the man again.

“Res, are you really sincerely releasing bang Yudhis for Citra?” tanya Fatwa looked at me as if trying to dive into what was implied behind my two eyeballs.

“Why did you suddenly ask that?” I asked as I scrunched my forehead.

“Yes no pa-pa anyway, I just want to know, is there still a place in your heart for one name to another?” tukas Fatwas. There was hope in his eyes.

I'm silent. I don't know if I can open my heart again or not. It's just that, for now I just want to feel the calm. Let this heart be empty without any occupants, as long as I can live without any worries in my heart.

“Fat,” call me down.

Fatwa did not answer, she just looked at me with the same gaze as when she first met. For some reason, my blood rippled at the sight of Fatwa who seemed to want to expose me. I could only swallow without being able to continue my words.

“Re-Res .. Res sorry.”

Seriate