My Killer Lecturer's
Wrong People

My knees keep shaking. My legs are no longer able to support my weight. In the end, I fell as soon as I entered Rahma's house.

“Son, Chi!” pekik Rahma and Zein. Instantly they rushed towards me.

“What happened, Brother? Is Brother okay?” ask Rahma.

I can only shake my head.

“Ma, please get some water. Let Kak Chi I move to the chair so I can lie down,” said Zein who was worried to see my face pale.

Rahma nodded, she then went to the kitchen. While Zein carried me and laid me on the chair. I still stared blankly at him. I don't know why I suddenly felt like I knew that foreign man. Although his face was faint, but his posture? Hmm, it's like I've seen such posture. But where is it?

“This is the water, Zein,” Rahma said as she offered a glass of water to Zein.

Zein accepts. He then helped me to wake up.

"In drink first yes, Brother,” orders Zein while thrusting the glass to me.

After sitting down, I received the glass and slightly sipped the contents.

“What happened, Brother? Why does Brother look pale? Is Brother sick?” ask Zein.

I shook my head.

“Keep Brother why?” ask Zein again.

“A-I ...”

I really can't continue the sentence. I don't want to make them anxious. I better not say what I just went through.

“Kak!” Rahma called out while touching my arm.

“Eh, a- I'm fine. Th-So just surprised. On the road a-I saw a-a traffic accident,” I answered lying.

“Astagfirullah! Just deserve old brother. Hmm, surely the streets are jammed,” said Rahma.

“Yes already, it's okay, sister. Better calm down, brother first. Let Zein and Rahma who make the task, this besides also wants to be finished, kok,” Zein timpal.

I'm nodding. “Sorry, yes!” my spoken.

Zein and Rahma smiled. “Nothing, Brother,” replied Rahma.

“Sister rest. We will be back to work on the task again,” Zein said

A moment later, Rahma and Zein returned to work on our task.

I leaned my back while raising my face. Suddenly my head felt heavy. The shadow of the past flashed in my memory. The body posture and the face are getting more clearly drawn. But, who is the owner? I don't know why I can't remember it. Oh my God .. What other test is this? Why is that guy stalking me? Does this have anything to do with Mas Yudhis love words? Was that man the man of Yudhis? I don't know, maybe because I was too tired to think, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept. The shock on my shoulder woke me up.

“Kak, wake up Kak,” whispered Rahma.

I blinked my eyes and looked at the girl smiling at me. Instantly I felt clumsy. I'm ashamed to have slept in someone else's place.

“Sorry, I overslept,” I said as I got up and sat on the couch.

“Yes, it's okay, brother. Rahma knows, Brother must be soybean,” said Rahma.

I'm just smiling. I saw Zein who was tidying up the modules on the table.

“Indeed the task is done, Ma?” ask me to Rahma.

The girl nodded.

I frowned, feeling bad as well for not being able to help them. "Keep what can Brother help?” my many.

"Hmm, Brother's duty as usual. Delivering material when we make a presentation," replied Rahma.

“Okay then,” answered me.

“What Brother wants to go home now?” ask Zein.

I nodded immediately. “Please deliver Brother, yes Zein!” my door.

To be honest, I was too scared to go home alone. The shadow of the stalking is still clearly recorded in memory.

“Siap, Brother! Yes, if so, we go home. Ma's. Don't forget, tomorrow we meet dospem to complete our final task,” said Zein. Reminds Rahma.

“Iya, Zein. I can't wait to pass quickly,” replied Rahma.

I smiled at their conversation. No I deny, I'm also very happy to finally get a graduate glass. Even at an age that is not young anymore.

“Ya already, we go home first yes, Ma!” I ended their conversation.

After saying goodbye, Zein opened the car door and let me in. "That's really romantic of you, Zein. Must be a girl klepek-klepek nih diginiin ma you," gurauku while entering the car.

Zein just smiled in response to my words. A moment later, he entered the car and started the engine. It did not take long, the car drove away from Rahma's yard.

Along the way only silence accompanied our journey.until finally, Zein turned on the radio to break the silence between us. The song Kangen of God 19, was heard as soon as the radio lit up.

“Do not move,Zein!” I asked when Zein was about to look for another wave.

Instantly Zein undoes his intention. “why, Brother? Something special with this song?” asked Zein to glance at me.

I'm just smiling. Instantly the shadow of Fatwa danced in the eye. Ah, I miss that guy so much.

“Kak, how smiley. Again in love, huh?” guess Zein.

“Hahaha, no way, Zein. This song only reminds Brother and sister of High School friends,” I replied.

“Really? How can?” ask Zein again.

“Hmm, we are both fans of this old band," I replied.

“Yes, that legendary band,” timpal Zein.

I'm nodding. Without feeling the car has arrived in front of my house.

“Let Brother down here only, Zein,” My door to Zein.

“Why, Brother? I can take Brother to the front page,” Zein said.

“It's okay. Same thing, it's close,” I replied.

“OK," replied Zein.

Zein stopped the car. I immediately got down and thanked him. After Zein left, I entered the grounds of the house. Just as I was about to close the gate, I suddenly saw a hoodie man sitting in front of a grocery store owned by a neighbor in front of the house. I was really surprised. With my hands shaking violently, I immediately locked the turnstile.

As fast as lightning I ran towards the house. I quickly locked the door. Mama who noticed my trembling hand immediately reprimanded.

“Why are you, Brother?” ask mama

“Astagfirullahaladzim!” I screamed so hard that the key I was holding dropped.

Mama frowned looking at my frightened man-like attitude. “You why the hell, Brother?” reset mom.

“I-it's a-there's the stalker outside,” I replied stammered.

“Si stalker?” ask mama, “this means what, Kak?” mama asked again as she approached the window.

“Do not open, Ma!” I half shouted at Mama.

“Astagfirullah! Slow down Kak, this is not a forest, you know. Why are you anyway? How is that fear? Just seen a ghost?” joke Mama.

“Ish, Mama ... not funny, ah!” I was upset as I approached my mother. “Out there is someone who has been following Brother,” said I emphasized.

“Mana, ah? Why would he follow you? What do you think is a celebrity?” mama is back to teasing me.

“Ish, Mom. Serious brother,” I replied.

“Ya already, let mama see,”.

Huh, it's also free that I went back to prevent mama. The guy he's been flicking the window curtain.

“Which one, Brother?” mama asked, still staring at the people around the sembako shop owned by Mr. Amin.

“That, which uses a hoodie item,” points me to a man who is now in conversation with one of the buyers.

“Loh, that's, right, son Amir,” said mom

I cringe. “Amir?” my mum, “so mom knows the stalker?” manya curious.

“One of your people, Brother. He's not the stalker. But he was Amir's son, Mr. Amin's son who studied in Jogja," said the mother.

“Astagfirullah!”

Seriate