My Killer Lecturer's
Stalked

“Astagfirullahaladzim!” my peek is pretty loud.

The kids looked at me. They were surprised to hear me half scream. Even with the people who call me. He was surprised to see my attitude.

“What's up, Bu Res?” ask Mr. Dani.

“Eh, no, sir. I was just shocked,” I replied.

“That's why, don't daydream a lot, Mom. Hehehe ..” ledek Mr. Dani.

“Ah, I could have,”.

“Oh yes, this! There was a courier who left this for Bu Resti,”, said Mr. Dani while handing over the brown box package.

“Ah, yes ... thank you, sir,” I replied while receiving the parcel.

“Yes, equally, Mom. Then excuse me, Mom!” pamit Pak Dani's.

“Good.”

After the gym teacher left, I continued teaching and learning. Previously, I kept the box in a desk drawer. A moment later, I ordered my students to first study the material today, before I explained the material.

Without feeling, the bell home for the lower class had rang. All students welcomed the sound of the bell.

“Bu, the book can be written now,” asked Raina, one of my students who was the most chatty in the class.

“Bby, Son,” I replied.

Instantly, the children were again busy inserting their school tools.

“Can go home now, Bu?” ask Farhan.

“Eits, berdo’a first, yes. So that his knowledge is blessed,” I said.

“Good, Mom,” replied the children in unison.

In the next second, they began to say hamdalah and berto’a together. One by one, all my students started coming home.

I leaned my back against the back of the chair. Small clock on the desk. It's still 10:30. Hmm, there is still 1 hour before group work starts at Rahma rummah. Unintentionally, the corner of my eye caught the shadow of the box I was keeping in a slightly open drawer. I also pulled the drawer and took out the box that the courier left on Mr. Dani.

“About, what is it? Why is there no sender name? my mind flipped through the box.

Curious, I started opening the box. But, uh,

Drrt... Drrt…!

The sound of mobile phone vibrations in the drawer, more to my attention. Finally, my gaze was distracted by the vibration. I stopped the intention to open the box. Switching to a flickering phone indicates an incoming call.

“Assalamualaikum Zein?” ask the person who called me.

“Wa’alaikumsalam. Brother, Zein is on his way to Rahma's house. Do you want Zein to pick you up?” haggle Zein on the other end of the phone.

I got back the clock on my desk. There was actually still plenty of time before his group work began. But somehow Zein's gone now.

“Nease, thanks Zein. Sister later ride ojek online.” I rejected Zein's offer.

“Sister not finished yet?” ask Zein again.

“Actually Brother has finished teaching, it's just, Brother has not done RPP for tomorrow,” I replied.

“Oh, yes it is. I'll see you at Rahma's house, sister. Assalamu'alaikum.” Zein ended her phone call.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” I replied while hanging up the phone.

I glanced at the pile of student assignments I had yet to grade. After that, I turned my eyes to the book Syllabus and RPP. Finally I took out the laptop and started making a Learning Implementation Plan.

Half an hour with my laptop, my job is done too. I'll take care of the work desk immediately. After saying goodbye to my co-workers, I started ordering an ojek online to go to Rahma's house.

While I was waiting for a motorcycle taxi at the school gate, I accidentally saw the man who was wearing a hoodie yesterday, sitting in the front shop of the school. For a moment, our views clashed. The man smiled at me. His lips moved to imitate the person who was kissing something. Instantly I shuddered and immediately decided on a look with him.

“Ish, who is he? Why is it so disrespectful?” grunting's upset. It's a shame the man wore sunglasses, so I couldn't recognize him for sure.

I was getting uncomfortable watching him keep looking at me. I repeatedly looked at the watch. For some reason, the online object I ordered felt very long. Oh my God, what should I do? my inner.

Not long after the object I ordered arrived.

I'm nodding. I'll ride the bike immediately. “Street, Bang!” my orders while patting his shoulder.

A moment later, the ojek darted through the streets. A few minutes passed, occasionally the taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror.

“It looks like someone is following us, Ma'am,” said the ojeg handyman.

The deg!

I was surprised to hear what he said. “That's right, Bang?” my many.

“Try Mbak see!” said the carpenter.

A moment later, the motorcycle driver pointed his rearview mirror so I could see the vehicle behind him. And sure enough, a bike was behind us. Judging from his clothes, he was the same person who had been watching me at the front of the school.

“What Mpa knows him?” the question of the motorcycle taxi driver immediately disperse my daydream.

“Honestly I don't know him, Bang. It's just ..” I hung up my sentence.

“Just why, Ma?” ask the taxi driver again who seems curious.

“That guy since yesterday followed me, Bang,” my great-grandson.

“Ish, it looks like Mbak is being stalked by the guy,” guess the taxi driver.

“Terus, how's dong, Bang?” I started to feel anxious.

“Get, Mbak!” the taxi driver's orders while repairing his motorcycle rearview mirror.

I obeyed his orders. I held tightly to the waist of the carpenter.

“It's ready, Ma'am?” ask the motorcycleman.

Even though I didn't understand what he was going to do, I just answered to him.

“OK, let’s go!” yelled the carpenter.

Wuss…!

The two-wheeled vehicle I was riding on was traveling at an above-average speed. Like Valentino Rossi, the ojek driver's brother drove his vehicle with a zig-zag. At what speed per hour, the brother rode his motorcycle. What is clear, my heart was like participating in a marathon when the brother again meandered to outwit the stalker.

The motor darted into an area that was quite crowded with vehicles. The brother returned to act by overtaking several vehicles that were quite close.

Astagfirullah!" My eyes immediately closed when I saw a large truck passing right in front of us.

Ciiiiit!

Instantly the older brother stepped on the brake until my face landed right on his back.

“Sorry, mom. Hehehe,…."

Wuss…!

Eits, crazy! He had just apologized, but a split second later, he returned to running his motorbike like a fidelity. After we arrived at a fairly quiet street, he glanced at his rearview mirror. A smile I saw on his lips.

“Hmm, it looks like we are safe, Ma'am,” said the taxi driver.

“Hufft!” I exhaled violently. “Alhamdulillah,” says, relieved.

Ojeg brother was back riding his motorcycle at medium speed. After almost 2 hours on the road, finally the motorbike I was driving arrived also at Rahma's house.

“Already arrived, Ma'am!” said the taxi driver while stopping his motorbike.

I got off the bike, then took off his helmet. After paying the fare of the motorcycle and tips for escaping the stalker, I set foot into the yard of Rahma's house that looked beautiful. Arriving on the front porch, both my legs felt limp. I immediately knocked on Rahma's door.

“Log in!” yelled at someone from inside the house.

I pressed the door handle. “Assalamualaikum!” my broom.

“Wa’alaikumslam. Uh, Ka-“

Brugh!

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