My Killer Lecturer's
Meet Grandma

I scowled, bending my already ugly face the more ugly it looked. The annoyance still lingers in my heart. I can only grumble in my heart. Cursed Aji who had paired me with that cold, heartless man.

Along the way I just kept quiet, hoping he could be sensitive to my protest stance. But, the basic man has no feelings, he even acted foolishly looking at my residence.

Our second home stopped. I don't know why my heart was beating irregularly when the man came back to say hello. I'm afraid that the one who opened the door was a young girl again. Hmm, looks like I started parno against someone who was behind the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" answer someone. As soon as the door opened, I was finally able to breathe with relief when I saw middle-aged mothers standing in the doorway.

After being welcomed in, the cold man returned to do his job. The house is inhabited by a widow with four children. Her name is Miss Retno. Her husband died two years ago. Looking at her four young children, I felt pity. I opened the backpack and took out some snacks from inside the bag. That snack I gave them. Apparently, they were very happy to receive snacks that were nothing to me, but so great a meaning for them.

Finished doing the task, we finally say goodbye to Miss Retno. As I was about to leave, I saw Fatwa reach into her pants pocket and slip something in Miss Retno's hand.

"This, Ma. There is little sustenance for Mothers and children" said Fatwa as she looked at the four children who were eating a snack.

The eyes of Bu Retno glazed over receiving money from the Fatwa. "Thank you, son," he said.

"Either. Then excuse us, ma'am. Assalamu'alaikum!" Fatwa.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" answer Miss Retno.

After saying goodbye, we headed back to the third house. The road we took was getting uphill and starting to narrow. I began to have difficulty walking the increasingly steep road. Along the way, huge stones were seen everywhere.

Huff!

I exhaled my breath violently. The difficulty of the terrain that we have to travel, making time more wasted. "Oh my God .. Why is there, yes, this remote village? Fortunately it does not rain, try if it is given rain .. can not get to the destination," I murmured slowly.

"Here, don't keep complaining. Your complaint will not shorten our journey" the Fatwa said.

Eit dah, once he spoke, he spoke ketus like that to me. The base of the mouth is spicy, lemes once tuh bacot. I grumbled more and more hearing her reprimand. But of course only in the heart.

When we arrived at the crossroads, we suddenly saw an old woman sitting by the side of the road. The look on his face grimaced like he was enduring the pain. We immediately approached the old woman.

"Well, Grandma!" I was shocked to recognize the old woman's face.

"Your grandmother?" Fatwa asked by showing her pilon face.

"Ish, where there is. You think the cave residents are here!" Ketus.

The fatwa only scratched his head.

I squatted in front of the old woman. "Where are you going? Why is it here?" ask the old woman.

"Grandma's coming home, Cu. It just so happened that Grandma ran out of the field," he replied.

"Come, I'll help you, Grandma!" I said as I reached out to help the old woman stand up.

"Ish, Grandma is not strong standing, Cu," said the old woman.

"But why Grandma?" ask again.

"Granny's legs were sprained in the field" replied the old woman.

"Where's Grandma's house?" Fatwa asked.

"Granny's house is still far away, Cu," he replied.

Fatwa took down her backpack. Without speaking, he handed the backpack to me. Although I was surprised, I still received the bag.

Suddenly I saw the cold man crouching before the old woman. "Get on my back, Grandma!" fatwa.

"But Cu, Grandma is heavy" replied the old woman.

I helped the old woman stand up and wrapped her hands around Fatwa's neck. Once ready, the Fatwa begins to lift the old body.

The old woman's eyes still seemed to be functioning well, evident by her ability to show the path to her home among the thickets that covered the road. On the right left of the path, only teak forest is visible. My hair is a little standing up imagining if the night starts to greet in this area.

The black clouds had already started to darken in the sky. The Fatwa hastened its pace for fear of rain falling. With a staggering step I walked half a run to compensate for the Fatwa's move.

"That's his house, Cu!" The woman pointed at a building.

I smiled with relief at the building made of wood. Yes, a very simple house with brown paint was clearly visible in front of us. Arriving there, Fatwa dropped the old woman on the bench.

The old woman took the key out from behind her danger. "Please open the door, Cu!" the old woman's orders to me.

I nodded and took the key out of his hand. A moment later, I opened the door. After the door opened, Fatwa again carried the old woman up to the living room.

"Did Grandma have massage oil?" ask Fatwa.

"There's in the room, Cu," replied the grandmother.

"Let me get it!" I volunteered to take massage oil. After finding it, I immediately returned to the living room and gave the oil to the Fatwa.

The cold man accepted it without saying a word of thanks. Huh, what a stingy talk, I muttered in my heart.

The fatwa began to massage the old woman's legs. Patently, he took care of the old woman.

"How, Grandma?" ask Fatwa.

It looks like the old woman is moving her ankles.

"Thank God, Cu. It's a little better now" he replied.

Fatwa smile. "Thank God then. Oh, yes, Grandma. Do you want me to help you in the room? It's possible that Grandma would take a break" Fatwa said.

"No need to Cu, Grandma just want to go to the bathroom. Grandma's clothes are dirty" she replied.

"Let me help, Grandma!" I approached the old woman and began to sweep her towards the bathroom.

Finished cleaning up, I helped her go to her room.

"Did Grandma live here alone?" my many.

"No. Grandma lives with Zainab" he said.

"Zainab's?" ask me while frowning.

"Yes, the woman who was walking with you at the time" he said

"Oh, yes .. I remember. Then, where is Zainab's mother now?" tanyaku who felt astonished because he did not see the existence of the middle-aged woman.

"Zainab is down to buy our household necessities. He'll be home soon." The old woman answered my question.

Hearing this moment the old woman was alone in her home. Finally I went to Fatwa and asked her to let me accompany the old woman until her daughter came home.

"Can you, Fat?" my door.

The eagle-eyed cold man could only exhale violently in response to my request.

Seriate