My Killer Lecturer's
Finally Home

Next day.

A nurse entered the room. He smiled as he looked at me who was just awake. "I heard, last night your husband was sober. Congratulations, ma'am," said the nurse, fixing the infusion tube.

"Yes, thank God Sus" I replied.

"Thank God then. Hopefully my husband is healthy soon after," he said again.

"Thank you, Sus. By the way, can Mas Fatwa go home today, Sus?" my many.

"We'll wait for the doctor's visit first, ma'am. You see, the husband of the new mother realized. Most likely, his body condition was not stable. My advice, you should be treated first until the doctor declares recovery," said the nurse.

"Ah, fine then," I concluded.

After the nurse left the room, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I sped up my bathing routine, afraid that the Fatwa would look for me as soon as she woke up from her sleep. After changing clothes, I immediately came out of the bathroom.

"Well, that's fresh" Fatwa scolded after seeing me walk out of the bathroom.

I, who was drying my hair with a small towel, looked up at the rebuke of Fatwa.

"Eh, you're awake, Fat," I said, keeping a towel in a small clothesline and approaching Fatwa.

"Res, my body is sticky. Can you help me go to the bathroom? I want to fill my body with cold water. To be fresher" said Fatwa.

"Ish, your wounds are not dry yet, Fat. Don't take a shower, "my barrel.

"But not very comfortable, Res. It felt so sticky, "the Fatwa sulk.

"See, Res ask the nurse first."

Fatwa. After that, I went outside to see the nurse and consult.

Wh-tok-tok!

I knocked on the nurse's door. Someone opened the door and let me in.

" How can we help you, ma'am?" ask one of the nurse guards.

"Look at Sus. Fatwa wants to clean up. Won't it be a problem with the scar?" my many.

"Hm, the scar hasn't dried up right, ma'am. If you really want to clean yourself, you should just wipe it," replied the nurse.

"Emm, can you assign a male nurse to wipe the Fatwa mas?" many doubt.

"Well, isn't that mom his wife? Why didn't Mom do it? Bathed the husband, big loh Bu, the reward," replied the nurse.

I just smiled and found the nurse's answer.

Uuh, I guess. It would be like this if I asked for it. Ah, what a fool you are, Res, I grumble in my heart.

Feeling that there was nothing more I wanted to ask, I finally resigned from the presence of the nurse.

With a limp knee, I moved my leg back to the Fatwa room. Arriving there, Fatwa greeted me with her distinctive smile.

"Where, Res? I can take a shower, right?" ask Fatwa.

"Wait for Zein here, huh?" my spoken.

The fatwa frowned, the omen did not understand the meaning of my words. Of course, I can understand the frown on his forehead.

"Suster suggests that you just wipe it off. But when Res asked a male nurse for help to wipe you, uh the nurse told Res instead. They think, Res this is your wife. That's why they told Res to make you. Uh, what the fuck?" Unknowingly, I complained in front of the man.

Fatwa just smiled at my complaint. "Yes, you call Zein. Tell him to come immediately," concluded Fatwa.

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Day after day goes on. Fatwa is also improving. The bullet removal surgery on his chest had dried up. His persistent efforts to heal have now borne fruit. After a week of treatment, doctors allowed Fatwa to go home.

"It's best to just go back to our house" Rayya suggested as she helped us pack.

I rounded both eyes to hear Rayya's proposal. Ish, what a ridiculous idea. Why the hell, Rayya gave the idea of ngawur kek that, my mind.

Fatwa just smiled in response to my sister's proposal. Suddenly, Mama asked the tall young man a question. "Didn't Nak Fatwa live with Jeng Amara?"

"No, Ma. Fatwa lives in an apartment alone" replied the Fatwa.

"Oh yes already, if so Nak Fatwa lives with us only. Let us help Nak Fatwa until we can fully recover. Later, let me talk to the head of the local RT," said Mama.

I was really surprised to hear the words of my mother who seemed to support Rayya's crazy idea. Haish, this is mama what the fuck again...

Fatwa. Looking at my sour face, it seemed like he was not happy to accept the offer of mama and Rayya.

"It's okay, Tan. I can stay in the apartment alone, really," subtly refused Fatwa while looking at me.

However, Rayya apparently realized the reason for the refusal of the Fatwa.

"Ish, Rayya knows, you refused our offer because of Kak Chi, right? Don't worry, Kak Chi's business, let Rayya handle it. After all, it's Mama's house. So mama right dong nawarin anyone to live there. Don't you, Ma?" rayya asked, her hands twitching spoiled coiled in the hands of mama. However, his eyes darted towards me.

"Hmm, Rayya's right. It's Mom's house, and I want you to live there. You don't mind, do you?" Mama confirmed Rayya's words.

Fatwa.

I was just looking out of the room and carrying a bag containing dirty clothes belonging to Fatwa. Banning your mother's wishes is useless. I owe my own life to that man.

"Alright, I accept your offer."

I faintly heard the words of Fatwa who received the offer of mama and Rayya. My heart's upset. However, for some reason a faint smile was etched on my lips upon hearing the words of Fatwa.

"Uuh, really hypocritical of you, Res," I cried to myself.

After finishing packing, Zein and Rayya finally get Fatwa out of the hospital.

Wellcome home my killer lecturer

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