My Killer Lecturer's
Will You Marry Me?

"Of course, Maira. Your mother will definitely make Papa Fatwa as Maira's father. Right, mama's right?" Suddenly my mother was standing behind me.

I turned my head while putting a sour face to Mama. Ish could-can Mama promise something I could never have imagined before. To a child again?

"Yes!" call me when I see Ida cleaning up Maira's toy.

"Yes, Miss, for a minute" replied Ida. Shortly thereafter, Ida ran up to us. "Is there anything Ida can help you with, Nope?" tanyakanya.

"It's been a very late afternoon. Please bring Maira into the house. The afternoon breeze is no longer good for his health" I asked Ida.

"Good, Miss."

Ida approached the little girl. He then grabbed Maira to carry her.

"Maira's coming with Bik Ida, yeah. We wash our hands, wash our feet and change their clothes in pajamas. That Abis, Maira ate the same fruit Bik Ida, okay?" ida said to the little girl.

"Sir, Maila wants to eat papa Fatwa's cama, okay?" the door with a face.

Ida looks at. He seemed to be asking for my approval. A moment later I nodded.

"Alright, because Mother has allowed, Maira will eat the fruit bribed with papa Fatwa yes. Agreed?" said Ida while raising her hand to toss.

"Yeahyyy!"

The little girl shouted so happily when she heard Ida's reply. He also put his tiny hand on Ida's palm. After that, Ida carried Maira and brought her into the house.

"Sit down, Ma" I asked Mama.

A moment later, Mama was sitting next to me. "Why, Brother?" ask her.

I took a deep breath before finally speaking to Mama.

"Why did Mama promise the impossible to Maira?" tanyaku.

"Why impossible, brother. Have you not harbored feelings for the man all this time" replied Mama.

I was really surprised to hear Mama's words. Ish, why can Mama talk like that? On what basis does he consider I have feelings for the Fatwa. Though deep down in my heart, I acknowledge the truth of all of Mama's words just now.

"Why can Ma-ma talk like i-tu?" tanyaku, tari.

Now it was my turn to breathe. "I'm sorry Mama, Brother. Yesterday when you disappeared, Mama was very sassy to search your room. At that time, Mama found some of your diaries. The stories you write start from school until you meet the man again. The man who made you slumped in High School. And ... when Mama met Nak Fatwa, Mama was also very presumptuous to ask him all these truths. Until at the end, the Fatwa boy himself tells your story," said Mama at length.

I breathe again. I never thought so many things happened during my captivity by the late Bang Rizal.

Mama touched my shoulder and said, "Maybe it's time for you to open up to each other. Mama knows that the Fatwa boy loves you so sincerely, sister. And Mama can also feel if you still have that feeling for Fatwa's son," Mama continued.

"Come, Ma. Brother is not sure. Honestly, I feel ashamed of Fatwa. Already so many brothers accuse Fatwa that is not. In fact, Brother considers if the Fatwa is a barrier to the relationship of Brother and sister Yudhis. But the truth is, it is the Fatwa that has revealed all the truth. He doesn't want to hurt you anymore. In fact, he always saved my brother's life. But you're so stupid, Ma. Brother always hurts Fatwa's feelings. Brother's shy, Ma. Brother feels that Brother is not a good life partner for a man as perfect as Fatwa, "my answer began to sob.

Mama grabbed my shoulder and leaned it on her shoulder. "Patience, Brother. If the Fatwa is your soul mate. God willing, everything will be simplified," said Mama.

I didn't realize the man we were talking about was standing behind the window.

"It's late in the afternoon, we'd better get in" Mama said.

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After dinner, I entered the room first. While Fatwa, the man was seen chatting with Rayya and Mama in the family room. For a moment, I laid my body down. No I deny, not only Maira who is restless when she finds out that the next day Fatwa will come home. I was the same, feeling restless. I don't think I'm ready to spend time without that guy. To be honest, I'm getting used to her presence in this rumh.

I kept flipping through the body to dampen all the anxiety in the heart. But it feels free. The more I look at the time, the more my heart feels restless.

Without notice, the clock stopped at the number 11. Because I could not close my eyes, I finally decided to breathe the night air in the back garden.

It didn't take long, I arrived at the gazebo where me and Fatwa spent the twilight. I walked to the gazebo and landed my buttocks on a cushioned cushion as a seat.

I leaned my back. For a moment, close your eyes. Trying to recall the early memories I met that cold-eyed eagle man. A faint smile rose from my lips until I unconsciously began to admire a name. "Fatwa."

I don't know how long my eyes were closed. I don't know how many episodes, the memories of High School passed. Until I faintly heard a soft voice in my ear.

"Wiil you marry me?"

I'm woken. I opened my eyes. And ....

Pyaarrs!

My blood vessels broke as if looking at a cold, firm face, clearly plastered a few inches from my face. A beautiful smile was engraved on her slightly thick lips. A second later, the lips began to touch my lips. I don't know, I can only afford such treatment.

I closed my eyes as I felt those lips sip bit by bit my lips. The touch feels warm. So soft. Until I subconsciously give a gap to the man to explore further.

The warm pagutan, the taste buds so agilely explored every inch of my lips, made me lulled in all the love he gave me. For a moment, the Fatwa released her pagutan. He stared intensely while putting our eyebrows together.

"So, will you marry me, Octora Restyani!" repeated Fatwa.

"Yes, I'll." I answered while lowering my head.

The fatwa grabbed my chin and slightly lifted it. A second later, he kissed my lips.

"Thanks," he replied as he pulled my shoulder into his arms. It was warm, really warm to be in the man's arms.

"Do you know, Res. This is the perfect night for me. In the end, I can conquer your heart. I'm really happy, Res. Very happy," said Fatwa Lirih while peeping the shoots of my head.

I can only be quiet. Honestly, my tongue's out for now. However, thousands of butterflies seemed to fly in my heart. That happy feeling started to erupt inside my chest. Until the rumbling felt so clear. Makes my heart race fast.

"Say, Res. Do you love me?" ask Fatwa.

I'm looking. Trying to dare to look at him. A moment later, I said to her, "What in our present age, still needs a word of love to express feelings?

Fatwa smiled, she hugged me back. "No need, Res. I know that nothing has changed from our hearts" he said.

Of course, Fat. Even until this second, my race for you still remains the same.

Seriate