My Killer Lecturer's
A Failed Marriage

Unknowingly I screamed quite loudly when I learned that Yudhis had run away on his wedding day. Half-running, I went down the stairs to get to the bottom immediately. I saw Mas Andre and Mbak Sekar staring disappointedly at me.

“What is true, Mas?” I asked Andre as soon as I arrived in front of them.

“Yes, that's right, Mom. Yudhistira escapes on his wedding day,” Mas Andre's birthday.

“Did Mas Andre have tried to contact mas Yudhis mobile phone?” ask again.

“Already, Mom. But his HP number is off,” replied Mas Andre.

“Ish, why is it like this?” mummify slowly.

Ma'am Sekar began to shed tears. “Yes God, what sins did our family ever make in the past, so my sister had to get a punishment like this?” mbak Sekar said while raising both of his palms.

I can only stare at Mbak Sekar. I don't know, what kind of sin you have ever committed. However, as I know, Citra's actions hurt Sandra, probably one of the sins that now have to be the image of accountability.

‘Then how is this, Mas. Is aunt Amara coming?” ask again.

“What's he here for without bringing his groom-to-be? What is it to humiliate our family by saying if Yudhis runs away from his marriage, and he doesn't know anything?” accuse Andre.

“Bu-not so Res meant. Yes, at least the family of the prospective man came to apologize for the incident his son did,” I replied.

“Already, we better think of another way, so that Citra is not humiliated today,” Mbak Sekar said.

Another way? What other way? I myself can no longer think.

“We better talk about this well with Citra, Ma'am,” my proposal.

“Ish, do you want to make my sister depressed?” tuding Mbak Sekar's.

“Yes, Lord .. It's not like that, Ma'am. I just don't want Citra to know this from anyone else. How long will we hide this from Citra?” ask again. “Not necessarily within an hour or two mas Yu-“

“Hide what?” tanya Citra cut my sentence.

We all looked up. It looks as if Citra has been standing behind the wall. For a moment, we all looked at each other. Until finally, Mbak Sekar walked up the stairs.

“This is all because of you!” mak Sekar said to me before he climbed the stairs.

I can only gawk at Mbak Sekar's words. Ish, why am I wrong again, my mind.

“How is it, Mas?” I asked her husband Mbak Sekar.

“Entahlah, Ms. .. I myself am not able to think,” elak Mas Andre.

Ish, there-there's just. I really did not expect if the Yudhis mas turned out to be that cowardly.

“No! Nah! Mas Yudhis can't do this!”

Prangs!

As we were busy with our thoughts, we suddenly heard the voice of Citra screaming from above. Me and Andre looked at each other again. When Mas Andre was about to ask, we suddenly heard the sound of objects breaking from inside the room. Inevitably, we immediately ran up the stairs.

Arriving at the open doorway, we saw Citra crying hysterically on the edge of her bed. Shards of her makeup mirror scattered on the floor.

“What is this, Sekar?” ask Andre.

“Sorry, Mom. Sekar was forced to tell Citra about the actual situation,” Mbak Sekar replied.

Haish, what the fuck? The turn was I proposed it, he refused it outright. Now, he did it himself. Hadeuh, I somehow have to get caught up in this family business, my inner self.

I saw Mas Andre just took a long breath and threw it away violently. “Why do you always act without asking first?” ask Andre to his wife.

“I was forced, Mas. The image urges me to continue about the marriage contract that has passed from his time.” Mama tried to defend herself.

Woy! Can you not blame each other? Don't you think about your sister's feelings right now?

Hmm, of course I was only able to mutter those questions in my heart. Wrong-wrong, awhile I was sprayed again the same Mbak Sekar.

Mas Andre was unable to answer, he just nodded his head to answer Citra's question. A moment after Mas Andre nodded his head, again I saw both of Citra's shoulders shaking violently.

As we were going through time in silence, suddenly a middle-aged mother came into the Citra room.

“Excuse me Ndoro Sekar, that .. anu, ehm .. the father of his predecessor nanyain when the agreement will be started, he said?” said the woman who might be his domestic assistant Mbak Sekar.

I saw Mbak Sekar staring at Mas Andre.

“Shortly, Mbok. Let me meet the father of penghulu,” said Mas Andre.

“Ngeh. If so, then Excuse me!” take the old lady by and leave.

“Jaga your sister, Sekar. Let me take care of pak penghulu and invited guests,” Mas Andre's orders.

“Iya, Mas!” replied Mbak Sekar.

Andre then went down to tell his sister's wedding cancellation. While I was only able to flinch to see Mbak Sekar hugging Citra.

“For what are you still in this place? What to laugh at the fate of my sister?” accuse Mbak Sekar.

Ish, why is this woman who is two years older than me, always thinking bad? Feeling annoyed with the attitude of Mbak Sekar, I finally decided to go home. I approached Citra to say goodbye.

“Cit, you who are patient, yes! I don't know, Big Brother doesn't know if you'll believe what Big Brother is going to say or not. But ... Brother really is sad about all this. Hopefully you can persevere through this exam, Cit,”, I said.

The image was only able to look at me without any reaction. Finally, I left her room Citra.

Arriving downstairs, I saw some people were cleaning the tables and chairs of the former guests. There are some people who are cleaning the buffet table. While Mas Andre seemed busy giving orders and directions to those people. I approached Mas Andre to say goodbye.

“Mas!” call me to Mas Andre.

Andre turned his body and looked at me. “Iya, why, Bu Res?” tanyakanya.

“Emh, this, Resti want to pay first,” replied me.

“Oh yes, please Bu. Forgive us for this mess,” said Mas Andre.

“Yes, Mas, it's okay. Res also apologized for not being able to help much,” I replied.

“Iya, Mom. Maybe it's our family's destiny. Hopefully my brother can be strong to accept this exam,” said Mas Andre.

As we were talking, I suddenly heard Mbak Sekar's scream from above. We can only look at each other.

“Astagfirullahaladzim!” pekik Mas Andre's. A moment later Mas Andre ran towards the stairs.

I increasingly do not understand the behavior of the couple husband and wife. However, just as I was about to catch up with Mas Andre, suddenly…

Brugh!

The sound of falling objects is clearly heard from the side of the house.

“Aaarghh...!”

The screams of the people who were cleaning the guest seats in the side courtyard rang out loud. Mas Andre who just arrived in the middle of the stairs immediately went down again. With wide strides, he ran towards the side door.

“Yes God, Citra!” pekik Mas Andre's.

“Citra?” muttered.

Seeing people running towards the side door, I became even more curious. I decided to run, see what happened there.

Instantly, my body suffocated to see Citra's body lying by the pool with her head covered in blood.

“Astagfirullah!”

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