My Killer Lecturer's
I Love Him

Instantly both of my knees shook violently upon hearing the possibility that senior doctor had said.

“But, how can you, Doc? Didn't the doctor himself say that the vital organs of Fatwa are fine?” ask the senior doctor.

“Everything is good, Mom. And it should be, medically Mr. Fatwa can be aware after the influence of his anesthesia is gone. But, all the possibilities, right, could have happened, ma'am. We do’ course hopefully tomorrow Mr. Fatwa can be aware soon,” replied the doctor.

Yes, the odds are always happening. People only have a plan and effort. It is God who remains the final arbiter of what we have done.

“Patiently yes, Mom,” said the senior doctor while patting my shoulder.

I was only able to flinch in response to the doctor's words.My head felt heavy, but I had to try to stay strong. I can't give up. I'm sure God is always with me, and I'm still convinced that the Fatwa is a very tough fighter.

“A-what can I see it, Doc?” ask me before the doctor leaves.

The doctor looked at the nurse who was with him. He then nodded as a gesture for the nurse to accompany me to enter the Fatwa room.

The nurse nodded as well. “Mari, Bu!” The nurse opened the door to Fatwa's room and let me in.

I set foot following the nurse who had entered the Fatwa room first. For a moment I was glued, looking at the handsome face that was sleeping as if a baby that was soundly asleep.

“I stay yes, Mom,” say goodbye to the nurse to me.

I'm nodding. As soon as the nurse came out of the Fatwa room, I pulled the chair near the Fatwa bed and occupied it.

“Hai, how are you, Fat? We haven't met for a long time. But baby, once you meet, you are even in this condition. And, it all happened because of the stupid Res. Res .. Res apologise, Fat. Res is always sloppy and Res is always a burden on your life. Forgive Res, Fat,” I mumbled.

I could no longer hold back my tears. Until finally, I began to sob while holding the hand of Fatwa's stocky.

“Res please, Fat. Be aware! Res will not be able to forgive himself if anything happens to you. Wake up, Fat! Didn't you ever say that you will always take care of Res, you still remember your promise, ‘kan, Fat?”

I spoke again to Fatwa who was still closing her eyes. I wish, even though he's closed, but he'll hear my voice.

I tried to dare to touch her face that still looked pale. Slowly, I rubbed the cold face filled with gentleness. Yes, hopefully this touch of hand will soon bring the Fatwa to his consciousness. I don't want the Fatwa to go into a coma. Really, I will never be able to face that reality.

Please, wake this man up, Lord. I love her .. I love her so much!

I immediately wiped away the tears that kept flowing down the cheeks. I must be strong, I must not show my weakness in front of the Fatwa. I must be strong so that Fatwa can wake up immediately from sleep that I myself do not know until when.

Suddenly, I heard the door of Fatwa's room open. I glanced at him, the nurse who was driving me, seemed to enter the room.

“Sorry, Mom. Patients have to rest a lot, you should go back to waiting outside,” said the nurse.

“Good, Sus,” answered.

Back to my eyes on the Fatwa. “Res go first yes, Fat. You don't have to worry. Res will wait for you outside. You're getting up, aren't you? Don't you want to see Res graduation? Yes, although it will not be together with other friends,” said me while rubbing the back of Fatwa's hand gently.

A moment later, I went back out and sat down beside Zein. Instantly, I somehow felt so empty. I miss you, Fat. Miss your voice, miss your anger, miss your cold gaze. I really miss everything that is on you.

“How is Fatwa sir, Kak?” zein asked as soon as he saw me landing my butt next to him.

Zein only looks mangosteen when I explain the state of Fatwa I just met.

“That's patient huh, Brother?" zein held my hand. Looks like Zein is trying to calm me down.

I looked at Zein and nodded at him. “God willing, Zein. Brother will always be patient waiting for him to realize,” I said, determined.

“Hmm, great. This is just the name of Kak Chi I know,” said Zein while rubbing my back.

Sku simply smiled faintly at Zein's words.

After the corridor was quiet and left only the two of us in it. Zein and I exchanged stories again during my time apart.

“So how, Zein? How did Rayya and Mama find out if Brother was kidnapped? Was there someone who had deliberately told them of Big Brother's disappearance?” ask me who is starting to be curious about the effort they took in finding me.

"According to Rayya's confession, he ...."

Rayya went inside her house as soon as she had finished sweeping the terrace. Suddenly ….

“Excuse me!” shouted someone standing in front of the fence of his house.

Rayya. I don't know who that person is, Rayya felt she didn't know him. He simply flinched without intending to open the gate of his house.

“Excuse me, Ma'am! Is this really Octora Resttyani's house?” ask the guy again.

Back Rayya frowned.

Did I not hear wrong? He asked Res. Is that guy Chi's friend? But, why did he come here with such a tangled state? His clothes were only wearing white t-shirts that looked shabby. Huh, suspicious, inner Rayya.

“Sorry, Ma'am! If it is true that this is Octora Resttyani's house, I just want to say that Octora's mother was likely kidnapped by someone posing as an online motorcycle taxi driver.” Back the man shouted.

This time, the man's words really surprised Rayya. Rayya's heart seemed to stop beating hearing the news he brought. Whahuh? Been kidnapped? But, how's the bus? rayya screams in his heart.

Rayya immediately ran to open the gate.

“Sorry, with Whose Brother, Yes? And, how could you accuse someone of kidnapping my sister?” Rayya flocked the man in the shirt with various questions

“Ma-sorry, Ma'am. I was actually an online motorcycle rider that last morning Ms. Octora ordered,” said the man in the shirt.

Rayya looked to be frowning. “Then, the previous online ojek?” rayya asked, increasingly confused.

“Actually, while I was on my way to pick up Miss Octora, suddenly there was a Van car blocking my trip. Four men ambushed me. Of course I don't stay silent, I try to fight it. Unfortunately, my resistance had to lose due to an unbalanced fight. They arrested me and took me to a family cemetery that was quite far from the village. After that, one of them started to strip the uniform that I wear,”.

“Astagfirullah!”

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