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Fatwa kept silent to hear my answer. Disappointed, he was certainly very disappointed. I could see it clearly on his face. Maybe I was too cruel, but I didn't want to give the Fatwa false hope. I still need time to take care of my heart and my life.

Seeing the Fatwa silent, I felt even more guilty. “Fat, Res sorry. You yourself know what ever happened in Res's life. Res just don't want ka–“

“Already, Res. I understand, no need for you to explain again,” Fatwa cut my words.

I just fell silent. I know, I've hurt that man. But I'm totally helpless. Twice I had a failure to feel, and I was afraid of having to fail the third time. Because if that happens, it's not just the trauma that I'm going to find, it's numbness.

For a moment, Fatwa looked at me. “Should I wait?” tanyakanya.

I was silent, unable to give an answer. In a way, I still have a taste for this man, but I'm too afraid to express and live it. I'm afraid of failing again.

Looking at my residence, it seems like the Fatwa gave up. He was seen taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly.

“Yes already, then, I go home first. Give my regards to mother and Rayya,” Fatwa said as she got out of the chair.

Hmm, it is not usual for Fatwa to behave like this. Usually, if she was going home, she always asked me to call her mother and Rayya to say goodbye in person. But now, he looked uninspired. Ah, maybe he's thinking a lot.

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Days changed by week. The news of Yudhis's freedom has reached my ears. In fact, Citra had already returned to campus with a hue of happiness emanating on her face. Citra told me that he had been proposed by his extended family mas Yudhis. Their marriage will be in a month.

I just smiled bitterly at Citra's story. I used to be in the Citra position. I told Citra with happiness after a day when Yudhis proposed to me. As it turns out, like the word, I was teaching swimming ducks. To tell about the goodness of Yudhis to those who knew him first.

“ Anyway, Citra does not want to know, Citra wants Kak Chi to be a bride's companion in the wedding Citra later,” he said excitedly while talking about his wedding plans.

“Ish, Cit. You can't do that, dong!” hatch Zein.

The image stared at Zein fiercely. “Why not? Isn't Kak Chi Citra's best friend? Naturally dong, if Citra asks Brother Chi to play an important role in the marriage Citra that occurs in the lifetime of Citra,” said Citra looking for a reason.

“You have no heart, Cit!” dengus Zein looked annoyed.

The image just splashed his lips was licked like that by Zein.

I looked at Zein and gestured for Zein to stop his chatter. “Zein, can you get me to see the rector?” ask me to divert the conversation.

Although it looked astonished, but Zein nodded. “Bby, Brother Chi. Coincidentally Zein also there is need,” welcome Zein who seems to begin to understand the purpose of my invitation.

“We say yes, Cit. There is a short business with the rector,” my pamphlet to Citra.

“Oh, yes already. Don't be long, Brother!” pinta Chi half shouted.

I just smiled in response to Chi's screams.

“There really needs to what Brother to the rector's room?” zein asked as we walked down the campus corridor.

I, who had no interest whatsoever with the rector, could only smile in response to Zein's question.

“Actually Brother has no interest whatsoever with the rector, Zein. Sister just ...” I paused my sentence.

“Hmm, I understand, Brother. Image is outrageous. He could have surfed that was talking about marriage in front of Brother. Though he knew if mas Yudhis was a former fiancee Brother whom he seized,” cerocos Zein very upset.

“Already Zein, maybe it is the duty of Brother just keep the soul mate,” selorohku.

“Ish, Brother .. can't talk about that cake. Zein is sure, someday, Brother will get the best mate that exceeds the mas Yudhis,” Zein said.

“Aamin,” I replied with a smile.

“Keep, why are we here if you don't want to see the rector?” ask Zein again.

“Oh, okay. Hope you got the perfect value huh, Kak?” said Zein

Fun to chat, without feeling we have arrived in front of the lecturer's room crazy.

“Entar, you've already entered Sister, yes!” my door to Zein.

“Ish, why don't you be alone. I am lazy to meet Fatwa sir,” said Zein.

“Loh. Why why?” manya curious.

“The atmosphere is creepy,” Zein said.

“Hahaha, you could have, Zein. Yes already, yuk ah!” take me to enter that room.

“Excuse me, Sir. I want to take my value last night You tell me,” I said politely. Hmm, I realized that in this campus, my position is only a student, not his friend.

Suddenly the person facing the bookshelf turned his body. I was stunned when I saw that the person standing before us was not the Fatwa.

“You Octora Resttyani?” ask the guy.

“I-iya, right,” I replied nervously because I had just first met him.

The sturdy man opened his desk drawer. He pulled out a white envelope. “Sit!” his orders.

Zein and I immediately sat down, following the orders of strangers in this campus.

“This is your value that Mr. Fatwa entrusted to me,” said the man.

“Oh, so yes, sir. Thank you,” answered me.

Actually I wanted to ask about the absence of Fatwa in this room, but I was disinclined. I was afraid that the person sitting in front of me would consider me impolite.

“Alright, then, I'll excuse you first, sir,” my farewell to the stranger.

“Shortly, Mbak Resti. Here is another takeover from Mr. Fatwa for you,” prevent the man.

I, who was about to get out of my seat, again landed my butt on the chair. It was seen that the man handed me an envelope. I frowned, not understanding why the Fatwa had to leave a letter to the man.

“He left this to me. Please accept,” said the man.

I don't know why, suddenly my feelings started to get uncomfortable. With trembling hands, I received the envelope, “Te-thank you, sir,”.

“My name is Gunawan, and I will replace the Fatwa pack course for this final semester,”, said the man.

“Indeed, Mr Fatwanya where, Sir?” ask Zein.

Ah thank goodness Zein represents the question I wanted to ask.

“Pak Fatwa was transferred to a new campus in the Makasar area,” replied Mr. Gunawan.

Zein and I just looked at each other to hear Mr. Gunawan's answer. Because there was no need anymore, we finally agreed.

With a sense of uncertainty, I walked down the campus corridor. Along the way I kept wondering, why didn't the Fatwa ever tell me about the move? Was this the answer to her different attitude back then? I looked at the letter I was holding.

“About, what's the letter, Brother?”

Seriate