My Killer Lecturer's
The Happy End

Shortly after the expression of our feelings, the Fatwa led me into the house.

"It's getting colder, Res. We better get in" said Fatwa.

I'm nodding. The Fatwa held my hand again until we separated to go to each other's rooms.

"Rest!" fatwa Command.

"Wait for Fat, can Res ask you something?" my many.

The man smiled. "Hmm, of course. What do you want to ask, Res?"

"Is that right, you're leaving here tomorrow?" suanyaku, slowly.

Fatwa looked at me full of gentleness. Both of his hands were resting my hair and tucking it in the earlobe.

"Tomorrow we'll talk again, yeah. Now, go up and rest!" said Fatwa, peeping my forehead.

I closed my eyes to feel the warmth that the man had given me. After saying goodbye, I began to climb the stairs to the room. Arriving at the room, I held the doll tightly which had been with me for almost 20 years. Unknowingly, I began to tell all these events to the lifeless thing.

Next day.

After dawn, I went to the kitchen to help Mama. Arriving in the kitchen, I was stunned when I saw Fatwa wearing an apron and was so busy in front of my two stoves. Deftly, his hand played a spatula on the pan. While in the other furnace, there is a presto pot on it. I also began to be intrigued to approach my future husband.

"What's cooking, Fat?" my many.

Fatwa looked surprised to find a question from me. He then looked and smiled.

"Oh, this is Res. Meat stews," replied the short Fatwa.

I'm trying to take the spatula out of his hands. " Let Res continue. You just sit down" I said.

"No-no-no!" said Fatwa retake the spatula from my hand. "Today is a special day, Res. I want to give the best impression to the future mother-in-law. I hope, mama you can accept me as a daughter-in-law in this house," said Fatwa who made me touched.

"Don't do anything, Mama's been very impressed with you, son. Without being asked, of course Mama will accept you as part of this family. You're not just a daughter-in-law to Mama. But it's like Mama's own son." Suddenly she was standing in the kitchen doorway.

Me and Fatwa looked over. A moment later, Mama approached us. Fatwa turns off her stove, she then grabs Mama's hand and kisses her. "Thank you, Ma" said Fatwa.

Mama smiled as she said, "Mama should be thanking you, son. If there wasn't you, maybe Mama would never see Mama's eldest daughter again."

"Mrs ..." I whined while hugging Mama.

The middle-aged woman embraced me back. And Fatwa's heavy hands hugged us both.

Satisfied with hugging each other, Mama then invited us to sit at the dining table. For a moment, he looked at us in turn. His smile never separated from the appearance of the face that began to wrinkle.

"Do you know, this is the most beautiful thing in my life. Your decision is the most perfect gift in the month of Mama's birth," Mama said, starting our serious conversation.

"really?" ask Fatwa.

"Ih, Mama .. no need to rush too, times. Didn't you think brother was proposed last night" I said.

"Sister, the sooner the better, son. You are very mature, mature enough to have a marriage. Want to wait especially? Your college?" ledek Mama, as if reminding me of a mistake I once made.

Yes, at that time, when the family of Yudhis asked for a wedding date as soon as possible, I refused even on the grounds of wanting to finish college first. And in the end, everything fell apart.

"Mom's right, res. We don't have to buy time. After all, aren't you just waiting for graduation?" timpal Fatwas.

"Yes, it's up to you" I replied.

Mama looks like she heard my answer. So too with the fatwa who smiled widely.

"Then, when are you going to inaugurate it?" ask Mama again.

"Eem, when is Mama's birthday?" Instead of answering, Fatwa asked Mama's date of birth.

"Three more days Mama's birthday, Fat," I replied.

"Yes, in three days we will be married" replied the Fatwa.

"City ... Maila has papa!"

Suddenly little Maira ran towards us. The fatwa squatted down to greet him. A moment later, the little one embraced and struggled spoiled in his new papa lap.

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Three days have passed. Today, coinciding with Mama's birthday, finally the pledge of living all we will say.

In a white coat, the eagle-eyed man walked straight to the dead table. A moment after arriving, he then sat down on the chair that was beside me. Rayya started wearing a white veil on both of us. The veil as a symbol if today, me and you will be us.

In front of us, sat the father of penghulu and Om Darma, the brother of the deceased papa who will be my guardian.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Fatwa Immamuddin, I married and I want you to my daughter named Octora Resstyani bint Ahmad, with a set of prayer equipment and jewelry of 100 grams paid, cash!"

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Octora Resstyani bint Ahmad, with the marriage paid in cash!"

"Thank God, saaah!"

Do'a strands began to flow shortly after the ijab qabul was declared valid by witnesses. I am unceasingly grateful to the Lord who has united us. I did not expect, if the love story that for the last ten years I have been silent, it turns out to be together. Although there are many stories I have to go through. However, I am happy because this love story ended happily.

I love you, my priest. Immamuddin Fatwa.

Finished