My Killer Lecturer's
Play Halma

We all looked at the door of the room when we heard a heavy sound coming from it.

"Fatwa," I muttered almost inaudibly.

While Kak Lastri smiled at the arrival of Fatwa. "Are you okay?" ask Pastri to the cold man.

Fatwa returned Kak Lastri's smile. "As you can see, Las" he replied.

The cold man approached the bed. "Please install the infusion again, Sus!" pinta the cold man.

The nurse smiled and nodded at his orders.

"Ish, what-what-you, Fat. Don't be so smart about my life! Anyway mo cave home!" ngegas.

The nurse was seen staring at Fatwa, asking for an opinion. Fatwa just nodded her head. It seems so certain that I will obey his wishes.

"No-no! I don't want to!" Back I screamed hysterically and closed the back of my right hand.

Fatwa was sitting on the edge of the bed, she grabbed my left hand. "Hey, I told you, I'll always take care of you. You still believe what I say, don't you?" asked the man while looking gently at my eyes.

In the end, I was devastated by his gaze. I nodded and let the nurse put an infusion needle back in my hand.

Fatwa glanced at Kak Lastri.

"Las, can you take care of him first? I have a short business to the village chief's office. I promise, as soon as I'll be back as soon as I and Aji's business is done there" Fatwa said.

"Of course, Fat. Go!" answer Brother Lastri.

"I'll go first. Don't worry, I'll be back" Fatwa said.

I'm nodding. My God, my heart was pounding as he spoke that softly. His cold eyes, now began to emit a tenderness that could pierce my heart. Like an arrow of love that darted right and nestled in the recesses.

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Time keeps passing. Towards Asar, friends began to come to visit. Even with Mr. Irawan, my student teacher. Many of them were curious about the lost chronology of me and the Fatwa in the sacred forest. I was forced to repeat the story again.

They began to say hello, one by one they left. Now, lastri, Irma and Tika are still in the nursery.

"Sister Las, Brother just go home, let me take care of Tika tonight, Chi," said Irma.

"No need, Ma. You also rest, tonight Fatwa will take care of Chi" replied Kak Lastri.

Irma who was sipping her drink immediately choked upon hearing Kak Lastri's words.

"Huh, didn't I hear wrong?" he shouted while staring in full search at me.

I just turned my lips in response to Irma's surprise.

"Kok, Fatwa anyway, brother?" Tika asked in wonder.

"Yes .. where do you know," replied Kak Lastri while twitching his shoulders.

"Lo there's something ma Fatwa, Chi?" So excited Irma asked. Apparently, his kepoo radar is starting to pick up suspicious signals.

"What, lo? Don't you have to express yourself, kali??" my words are trying to shake Irma's prejudice.

"Original, Chi .. I started this! No, as long as you're lost, you have the same maen as him, huh?"

I pulled the pillow I was sleeping on and threw Mrs Bean's face. "Bad, lo! You think cave chick what?" I don't accept Irma's accusation for no reason.

"Yes, kali .." said Irma.

"I'm fucking!" I again took the second pillow and threw it towards Irma who started running.

Blugh!

"Ups!"

Finally the white pillow landed pretty on the face of the cold man who had just opened the door of the nursery. I heard Fatwa yelling, as my body felt weak. Nyaliku shrieked when he again found his dislike gaze.

"You're staying here to rest, not to play throw pillows like this!" grunted annoyed. With a pillow in her right hand, she approached us.

"Eh, you've come, Fat," said Kak Lastri.

"Sorry, late! Earlier, the conversation went quite hard" said Fatwa.

"Yes not pa-pa. So you, you're here?" ask Pastri again.

"So, Las. Yeah, well, you better get home now. Magrib in a moment, let me keep your friends here. I have permission to Pak irawan with the Puskesmas party as well, really," said Fatwa.

My three friends smiled with mystery. They finally parted with me and left me with the cold man.

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After the magrib prayer, a nurse came to the room with a tray containing a lunch box.

"A, this is for dinner. The doctor said that if you want to recover soon, the food must be spent" the nurse told Fatwa.

In my heart I grumbled in annoyance. Am I a child? Sampe must be wanted cake, that is.

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Sus," said Fatwa.

"Well, then excuse me!" pamit the nurse.

I saw the Fatwa nod. After the nurse left, she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Want to eat now?" bargained for.

I shook my head. I don't know why my stomach feels nauseous, and I don't think I'll be able to accept food at this time.

"How can you recover quickly if your stomach is not filled," he said again.

"Sound, Fat. It's like my stomach's nauseous" my elak.

"Perced dong! Let there be nutrients coming in" said Fatwa.

"But Fat ...."

"Here I am, here I am a bribe. Aaa .." he said as he thrust a spoonful of rice in front of my mouth.

Finally, inevitably, I opened my mouth and began to devour the food. Though it was hard, but I tried to chew and swallow it. After my stomach started to hold back the turmoil, I started asking Fatwa to stop bribing me.

Fatwa. He took the water and handed it to me. After that he returned the plate to the top of the tray.

"You want to sleep now?" tanyakanya.

"I'm not sleepy" I replied.

"Alright, I'll finish our paper assignments" he said again.

I nodded and let Fatwa sit on the sofa to make a paper.

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Time keeps passing. The night was getting darker, but my eyes could not be closed. The negative thoughts about the mysticism of this village, came back to dance in my mind. Until I unconsciously shuffled and leaned on the back of the bed. I bent both my knees.

Fatwa glanced at me. He then looked at his watch, time already showing 10 mlm. He finally approached me.

"You can't sleep?" tanyakanya.

I nodded and looked at him.

"Want me to read a fairy tale?"

"Ish, I'm a child" I replied, ketus.

Fatwa smile. "Can you play halma?" ask again.

I'm nodding.

"Then let's play halma!" bring Fatwa.

I circulated my gaze in search of the game, but I found nothing on the table other than Fatwa's stack of papers.

It seems, Fatwa understands what I mean. "Just a second!" he said while walking towards the door.

"Blu, Fat. Where are you going?" I was so excited to see him leave me in this room alone.

"Wait a minute!" He also shouted to answer my question.

A few minutes later, the Fatwa was carrying small pebbles and broken tiles. He then drew a halma play pattern on a blank HVS paper, and arranged the two different solid objects of that type.

"I'm a tile, you're a pebble" he said.

I'm nodding. A moment later, we played that little time game over and over again. Unknowingly, I started yawning from being too tired to play.

Fatwa cleaned up the artificial halma.

"Sleep! I'll accompany you in this chair."

Seriate