My Killer Lecturer's
Not as cold as I thought

Suddenly Fatwa hugged me so tightly. Long .. yes, long enough she hugged me until I felt a warm liquid seep through the shirt and wet my shoulder.

"Why are you, Fat?" many of me are confused to see the attitude of Fatwa.

Fatwa let go of her embrace. He looked back at me sharply. 'Where are you from?" tanyakanya. His face was back flat with such a cold tone of voice.

"I'm from there!" I looked back and pointed at the thicket that was quite high behind me.

"Ish, what are you going there for?" Fatwa asked again and began to raise her voice.

I just raised my little finger as a sign that I was peeing behind the shady bush.

Fatwa looks scowled, annoyed. "Why didn't you wake me?" tanyakanya.

My eyes immediately rounded perfectly hearing the Fatwa question. Hey ... What does this mean? Should I wake him up and ask him to take me to pee? Omaygat ..to be put where my ugly face is.

"Why? You got me, peed?" gurauku.

The plot!

Without mercy again, that long index jolt landed on my forehead.

"Ish, sick!" my whine while fumbling at the forehead that began to throb.

"That's a punishment for your stupidity to speak!" say Fatwa with a cynical tone

I just pursed my lips to mimic his sentence.

"Yes, let's go back to the resting place!" bring Fatwa.

I nodded, and began to turn around following the Fatwa. But, when I stepped foot, it seemed like my left leg was starting to ache. The throbbing pain began to feel.

Seeing that I did not move at all from that place, Fatwa frowned.

"Why?" ask her.

"My feet cannot be moved" I replied.

Fatwa came back to me, she then crouched down to look at my feet.

"What's sprained?" ask again while looking up at his face.

"It seems, yes," I replied.

"Ish, why did it sprain like this?" Back he asked.

"So stumbled over the root" I answered.

"Basic sloppy!" gerrutu annoyed. "Yes, get on my back!" fatwa orders while turning over and crouching in front of me.

"But" I was a little hesitant.

"Once, just go up. You want to, all night standing there?" say Fatwa again.

I shook my head, slowly I dropped my body on the backrest of Fatwa.

"Am I heavy?" ask me as we walk towards the resting place.

"If it were heavy, I would have left it," he replied casually.

I smiled at her joke.

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Arriving at that place, Fatwa dropped me off her carrier. "Slow your legs!" his orders.

"Why-why?" many nervous.

"Have, don't ask too many questions. Just give me your hand!" He returned to give orders.

Although hesitant, but I still stretched out my sprained leg earlier

"Do you have body lotion?" ask Fatwa again.

I frowned. "Make what?" manya curious.

"Have not asked much. Where's the body lotion?" Fatwa held out her right hand.

Instantly I saw her eyes grow bigger as soon as I heard my answer. Wh why? Is there something wrong with my words? I dare to ask in my own heart.

"Ish, usually, girls like to carry combat tools in their bags" Fatwa said.

"Laen's girl, yeah, Fat. Not me!" I argue ketus.

Fatwa did not answer anymore, she just took my foot lightly. But, suddenly...

Crews!

"Aw! Ish, Fat .... sick bego!" I yelled and cursed at the cold man. But it seems, she doesn't feel bothered by my insults. He just kept fiddling with my left ankle.

Back I grimaced. "Crazy, lo fat! Lo mo matahin cave foot?" yell at him.

Fatwa just looked at me with her eagle gaze. Instantly nyaliku shrieked.

Shortly thereafter, the Fatwa stopped her massage. "Try standing! said governing.

I'm standing. A thin smile etched on my lips, I stared in admiration at the cold man. "The pain is less, Fat," I said.

The fatwa is silent. He returned to fix his backpack. Seeing her expressionless response, I sat back down while pursing her lips. Why, he always changes fast. It's chameleon cake, I grumbled in my heart.

I leaned my back against this wide tree trunk. Both my hands were tightly clenched to my body. The night crawled, the more cold air pierced the skin. And I regret my stupidity of wearing only long-sleeved shirts.

I repeatedly swatted at the mosquitoes that kissed my cheeks, hands and feet. Ish, it was a really long night that was excruciating.

I began to close my eyes, trying not to heed the buzz of mosquitoes clearly heard in my ears. Sometimes I shake my hand to throw it away, even though my eyes are still closed.

A few minutes later, I felt like I had a load on my shoulder. When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold man covering his front body with his jacket.

"Fat," I murmured slowly.

"Sleep!' the answer.

"But, jacket?" I felt bad when I saw Fatwa wearing only T-shirts.

"I still have a scabbard, really," he replied.

"But, that's thin, '" I said.

"I don't like to be disputed. Sleep on!" Back the cold man gave the order, and this time in a very firm tone.

I nodded and tried to shut Maya back down.

The night is getting late, the cold air is getting hostile, to make my body shiver. Teeth begin to sound clearly in the ears. I tried to hold on, but, apparently, my body's immunity always refused my efforts. I finally resigned if tonight, hypothermia will come back to attack me.

Lord, strengthen me .. lest the man know about the sickness I am suffering.

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The sunlight that greeted through the crevices of the teak leaves blinded my eyes. I started to blink, but my body felt heavy to move. It seems like something is binding my body.

For a moment I was shocked when I felt a warm breath hit my cheek skin. I looked up and found a cold man's face right in front of my eyes.

The deg!

My heart stopped beating. I lowered my head and saw both of his hands curled up in the area of my stomach. Oh my God .. What happened last night? my mind involuntarily pulled my body from the man's embrace.

Feeling the movement from me, the man woke up. His pillow face looked at me in wonder. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"W-what did you do last night? Wh-why can I be in your arms? Did you take a chance on top of my narrowness? accuse me of that man.

The cold man simply glared and started to tidy up his things. A moment later, he began to lift up his backpack and carry it. After that, he left me without answering any questions.

Unsatisfied to find such an indifference, I approached him and withdrew his hand?

"What are you doing to me" I shouted annoyed

"I was just trying to save your life from hypothermia that was attacking you last night" he said, shaking my hand and walking away.

I flinch at the cold man's answer. Apparently, my guess all along was wrong. Apparently, he's not as cold as I thought.

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