My Killer Lecturer's
The Rose Flower Terror

We all glanced towards the source of the voice telling Rayya to cancel the online taxi that had been booked.

“Loh, Zein? You haven't come home?” my question is that I felt surprised when I found Zein still in this cemetery.

“Not yet, Brother,” replied Zein.

I understand that Zein is still in this place. Perhaps for Zein, Citra's departure left a deep wound. Not yet lost the wound that is too bad for his heart, now Zein must be injured again because of the departure of Citra in a way that is quite tragic.

Zein got out of his car and walked up to us. “Mari, Tan .. I drive to home,” says Zein.

Mama looked at me for a moment, but when I nodded my head, she accepted Zein's invitation.

“Thank you, Son Zein, already want to drive us home,” said mom.

“Iya, equally, Tan,” replied Zein. “Eh, by the way, Rayya is still what semester?” asked Zein while looking at Rayya who was sitting in the back with mom.

“Enter sixth semester, Brother,” replied Rayya.

“Wah, do not feel yes, another year, pass dong,” said Zein.

“Iya, Brother,” replied Rayya, briefly.

After all this, we went through the journey with silence. Getting Rayya's short answers, might make Zein reluctant to ask again. That's how Rayya is, he is indeed impressed indifferent to men.

Half an hour later, we arrived home. I made fun of offering Zein to come in. But Zein refused.

“Maybe next time, Brother. Today was really exhausting. After all, Zein believes that Brother also needs rest and calm,” Zein said.

Yes, what Zein said was indeed true. Today is pretty much a drain on emotions and energy. I need to rest and calm down.

“Alright then. Thanks for the ride. Be careful on the road, don't speed and don't daydream too much,” my message to Zein.

“Oke, Brother. See you tomorrow!” zein said as he waved his hand. Soon after, he re-appointed his vehicle.

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After the departure of Citra, the days passed on campus felt lonely. There is no one who constantly bothers us with every task. Other friends also feel lost figure Citra which always warms the classroom atmosphere. Slowly, the skewed gossip about the image that a few weeks ago was heard, now began to disappear. It was as if buried with his body.

Week by week became months. Without feeling, the final exam greeted me again. Learning this time feels different. No more learning while hanging out in a cafe or coffee shop. Now we are just doing group study at the home of one of the students.

“Today we studied at Rahma's place, ‘kan, Kak?” ask Zein.

“Iya, the deal was yesterday so,” I replied.

“Oke, later tonight Zein makes his power point first for the presentation material tomorrow,” continued Zein.

I smiled at Zein. “Good job, Boy!” I said, giving her two thumbs up for her.

“Hmm, mode,” led Zein.

I laugh. Yes, for the presentation and to explain the material, I might be able to. But for IT, huh. .. It seems like my brain has begun to expire.

I started to clean up my campus modules. After that, say goodbye to the children.

“Mau Zein Interra, Brother Chi?” bargain Zein.

“Nease, thanks Zein. Brother have business for a moment,” I replied.

“Oh, yes already,” says Zein.

After saying goodbye, I started walking towards the bus stop. I don't know why the bus arrived late this afternoon. It's been almost 30 minutes I've been waiting for the bus, but it hasn't come yet. I began to circulate the gaze of watching the streets that began to be quiet.

Suddenly, my eyes locked onto a figure that seemed familiar to me. A man in black glasses and wearing a matching colored hoodie, was standing leaning his body against the electric pole in front of me. His eyes seemed to focus on me. It was just me at this stop, and the man was still happily looking towards the bus stop.

I began to move from the stop to try to convince if this might just be my guess. After walking for about 50 meters, I again circulated my gaze to look for the figure of the mysterious man. But, there's no. I exhaled slowly, thank God, it was just my feeling.

I started landing my ass on a long bench waiting for the angkot. Suddenly, a little newspaper boy came up to me and offered me a red rose.

“ini for Brother,” said the little boy.

“What is this, Dek?” I asked who was still reluctant to accept what was extended by that tiny hand.

“Who gave this to you?” ask again.

The little boy pointed at the man sitting on a bench in front of the minimarket not far from where I was sitting.

Deg-deg-deg!

My heart began to race quickly when I realized that the stature and characteristics of the man sitting was exactly the same as the mysterious man who had been staring at me at the bus stop. I immediately turned my face and looked back at the little girl.

“Do you know who he is?” ask the girl.

“No, Brother,” replied the little girl.

I smiled as I rubbed his cheek. “Thank you, yes,” I said.

“Sama-sama,” replied the little girl. A moment later he left in front of me.

A few seconds after he left, I started to open the greeting card that was at the end of the rose stalk. My heart was beating again when I read word for word in the greeting card.

I love you

Immediately I threw the card with the rose I held in my left hand. A moment later, I looked back at the man. A grinning smile I saw on his face. Hoodie and sunglasses that covered part of her face made it hard for me to recognize who the man was.

Feeling threatened, I finally left. Luckily an online motorcycle taxi was passing in front of me. I immediately stopped it.

“Sorry not to use the app, but this is very urgent. Can you take me to the residential Griya Resident!” I asked the driver of the online motorcycle.

“Ready, Ma'am. Can be really,” answered.

I immediately boarded the online motorcycle and asked his brother to drive a vehicle quickly. Although I saw his forehead slightly wrinkled, but it did not make the brother ask much. What matters is the smooth pull. Maybe that's what's on my brother's mind.

Arriving home, I immediately locked the door and asked the house people not to open the door to unknown people. Seeing the look on my face that might not be as usual, mama and Rayya just frowned.

“You why the hell, Brother?” ask mama.

“Know, so excited,” timpal Rayya.

“Ish, anyway the door of this house should remain locked, never open the door for people we do not know at all. Especially men. Point!” my message is full of decisiveness.

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The next day, as usual, I did my routine. Today my schedule is pretty tight. Coming home later, I have to work in groups to compile the final assignment of the course.

“Bu Res, there was a tuh deposit, but I have stored it on the Bu Resti desk,” said Bu Fina as soon as I arrived at the teacher's room.

“Oh, yes. From whom, Ma?” ask again.

“From the parents of the students,” replied Bu Fina.

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Mom,” I said.

“Sama-sama,” replied Bu Fina.

After the bell rang, I immediately went from the teacher's seat, towards the classroom.

“Good morning kids!” my broom is so entering the class.

“August, Mom!” answer my students.

Just as I was about to store the bag on the table, suddenly my gaze was locked on the roses lying on the table. Is this the same flower? my inner. Immediately I picked up the greeting card lying next to the flower.

I love you.

I threw the two things back into the trash can next to my desk. Oh my God, the same flower, the same greeting card and the same writing. Who was the perpetrator of the red rose?

“Bu Res?!”

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