My Killer Lecturer's
Get lost

As the day approached, Ms. Zainab had just arrived at her home. He was quite surprised when he saw our whereabouts. After we explained the incident why we got here, then Bu Zainab understood. Not to forget, he also thanked us.

A few minutes after Ms. Zainab came, we said goodbye to go home. But, apparently Ms. Zainab held us back. He asked us to wait to eat together. He said, this banquet is just a form of thanks to him because we have helped his mother.

At first we refused, but because Ms. Zainab kept pushing, we finally agreed. While waiting for the cooking of Bu Zainab to ripen, I and Fatwa took turns to perform asar prayers. Half an hour later, the rice and side dishes were on the table. Together, we started eating the food.

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Do not want to bother any longer, after we finished eating we immediately say goodbye to grandma and Miss Zainab.

"Don't you guys sleep here?" Grandma offered to stay for the night.

"No need, Grandma. Thank you" replied Fatwa.

"Yes, Cep, Neng .. You should stay overnight. It's late afternoon, you know!" timpal Bu Zainab's.

"It's late in the afternoon, but it's not night yet, is it, Mom?" gurauku.

"Ish, the Eneng mah. Not anything at all Neng, if it is late afternoon, the streets here like not to be seen because of the hindrance of the shade of the tree. I'm just worried you're gonna get lost, later. Moreover, I see, the sky has begun to cloud. What if it rains in the middle of the road?" said Bu Zainab.

At first I looked at the sky. Yes, black clouds are still busy swinging there. Sometimes they move because of the wind. I glanced at Fatwa, but she seemed to have coded me not to accept Bu Zainab's offer.

"It's okay, Mom. We better just go home. If we stay here, I'm afraid our teachers and friends will be looking for us because they're worried about us" I replied.

Finally, Ms. Zainab relented as well. He then allowed us to go home. But before that, Ms. Zainab gave us rice for supplies on our trip. After saying thank you, we finally left that simple house.

On the way home, silence followed our steps. Only, the ringing sound of crickets accompanied the silence created between us. And, after quite a distance into the forest, what Bu Zainab was worried about started to become a reality.

The thick teak trees, limiting our visibility. In the end, we started to reduce the rhythm of our pace to a bit slower. Our eyes need to be really observant so as not to fall or stumble over twigs and weeds.

I began to take some distance and walk behind the Fatwa. Many times I stumbled over the branches of the tree and also the roots that poked to the ground until several times I hit the cold, sturdy man's back.

The Fatwa stopped its steps. "Can you walk?" ask her with a fierce tone.

"Sorry," I replied, bowing my head.

"Hhh..." He took his breath back, then continued on his way.

As the day grew more and more afternoon, the atmosphere grew darker, and the streets became less visible. I was getting far away from that cold guy. I wanted to scream to him and ask him to wait for me. But my tongue feels funny.

In the end, I took a long twig for me to use as a stick. Through the twig I began to fumble the path I was about to go through. I thought I was like a blind man from a ghost cave. But I have no other choice. Through this darkness, I can feel the darkness for those who cannot see. My gratitude grew stronger because I was given the perfection of the eyes by God.

Suddenly I saw a point that was getting bigger and bigger. And it turns out, that point is the figure of the man I admire. Without asking for permission, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly.

Serr!

After walking far enough, he finally stopped his steps. Inevitably, I also stopped the move. I looked at the cold man with a feeling of wonder. It's faint, but I can see a frown on his forehead.

The Fatwa spread its gaze around this wilderness.

"W-What's up, Fat?" many doubt. I swear, being beside her, made my soul seem to freeze and my tongue grow increasingly moody.

"I was looking for a fork when I first entered this forest. But, why isn't there, huh?" tanyakanya.

I began to wander around looking for the fork he said. However, as far as my eyes could see, the fork was invisible.

I didn't have time to ask again, the cold man pulled my hand back. His steps were so fast, that I was back to stumble following his broad steps.

"Fat, can you go a little slower. My feet hurt so much from tripping over twigs" my great-grandson begged.

"Do you want us to be the king of the forest's meal?" He asked and frightened me, responding to my pleas.

"Ish, amit-amythe. Jan kek said that, Fat. Not funny, ah!" Instantly my thug language came out.

I really don't like the words that Fatwa says. Yeah, I assume it's probably just a joke. But to be honest, such a joke is not funny at all.

"Who is joking. I'm serious," said Fatwa.

The deg!

My heart stopped beating. Yes, God .. why is it like this, my mind. I'm getting my shoulders tight. "Fat, I'm afraid," I said softly.

Suddenly I heard him chuckle. Instantly I glanced at him. He seemed to be smiling so widely looking at me with a tingly feeling that was hard to express.

"Lo get me?" my yelling.

He just shakes both of his shoulders.

"Ish, shit!" I started to grumble.

However, it seems that he doesn't really care about my frustration. The man was like a chameleon. He had just smiled at me, but a second later, his face was back flat. Ah, if he could be much better with me, could be much more open and not too rigid, maybe the story would be different. Dan, i... I'll be grateful for the trip this time, my fantasy.

Bugh!

"Aw! Ish, tell me dong if mo stops," I said annoyed.

Because the cold man stopped suddenly, finally my usual face landed on his back. I looked back at the cold-eyed eagle. His eyes glittered in the dark of the night.

"It looks like we're lost."

"What?!"

Seriate