My Killer Lecturer's
Broken Into Two

As I walked along the corridors of the classroom, the rumors between my closeness and the Fatwa had indeed been lively talked about. In fact, to be honest, in addition to the incident of straying and returning home the other day, I never again spent time alone with the cold man. I myself do not know, where the news began until it could circulate quickly.

Most of those who gossiped were students. They looked at me with astonished looks. As if I was asking, 'can't, huh?'

I didn't heed that cynical look. With quick steps, I continued walking towards the Fatwa class.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" my broom as soon as I get to IPA 1.

The students who were in the class, immediately looked at me. Likewise with the cold man who was sitting with Aji, he looked at me while frowning.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, go to Res!" Aji let me into her class.

Though trembling, I kept my feet close to their table.

"What's wrong?" ask Aji.

"Res wants to talk to Fatwa for a second, okay?"

I saw the two men of equal height looking at each other for a moment. However, a moment later Aji smiled and moved out of his chair.

"Of course you can" replied Aji. After speaking like that, Aji then parted out.

"Fat, I want to talk!" I said with trembling lips.

"Speak!" the cold man ordered without looking at me.

"Th-this is certainly a rumor that is circulating. I-I hope that the fake news will not affect our friendship" I said.

Fatwa. A thin smile was engraved on his lips. "No need to worry too much, that's, it's just gossip" he said.

Huff! I could finally breathe with relief hearing the words of the Fatwa. Ah, besides being handsome and charismatic, it turns out that he is also quite wise in responding to such fake news.

"Well, I'm going to class first!" pamittu.

The cold man simply nodded his head without answering anything else.

With light steps, I again walked through the classroom corridor and arrived at my classroom, coinciding with the entrance bell ringing.

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After passing through two subjects that made the heads of the students feel heavy, finally the break bell rang. All the students looked boisterous welcoming the tone which called them to take a short break from the learning activity.

"Where, Chi?" Suddenly Lastri, who was on the front bench, turned her body and asked me.

"Where's what?" I asked back while entering the Physics notebook.

"Have you spoken to the Fatwa?" ask again. There was a ray of anxiety emanating from Kak Lastri's eyeball.

"Oh, I've spoken to him, to him" I replied.

"Keep, Fatwa's response?" ask Pastri again.

"She said, I don't have to listen to them. That's it, anyway!" my spoken.

"Ah, thank goodness!" said Kak Lastri again. I heard a very relieved breath from him.

Even with Irma, he who was busy taking notes because his book was left behind, finally able to breathe with relief.

"Gue goes along with his horror, Chi," chirped Irma who was still down because she was writing.

For a while we waited for Irma who was taking notes. A few minutes later, Tika arrived.

"Correctly, I was waiting for you from earlier, it turns out you are still in class," said Tika approached us.

"Yes, we wait for Irma to finish taking notes" replied Kak Lastri.

"No pa-pa, we go together. The numbers, the hunt is real!" my tukas.

Irma just stuck out her tongue. We all smiled amusedly at Irma's behavior. After almost 10 minutes of waiting, Irma finally finished taking notes. Irma stuffed her notebook into the bag, before long, we set off for the school cafeteria.

When we crossed the school mosque, I just remembered that I had not performed dhuha prayers. Yes, ever since I took a regular study in IREMA, I began to get used to performing dhuha prayers. I turned towards the mosque.

"Where are you going, Chi?" ask Irma.

"Gue lom dhuha, you go first, to the cafeteria!" my answer.

I saw the three friends nodding their heads.

"Eh, you mo dipesenin what, Dek?" shouted Brother Lastri.

"Just meatball, brother. Ordinary cake!" yell anyway.

"OK!" Lastri's sister attached the tip of her index finger and her thumb to form a small circle. I did the same thing to reply to Kak Lastri's code.

I opened my shoes and immediately took my wudu. Finished berwudu I seger established the circumcision prayer dhuha two rakaat. After the prayer, I always took the time to pray for protection and health for my parents. Given the struggle of papap and mama, my tears always come out without permission.

Finished prayers and prayers, I folded the mukena and put it back on the shelf. I glanced at the watch, still tormented for another 20 minutes before the break ended. I'm out to put my shoes back on.

Suddenly,

"We need to talk!"

The familiar voice sounded so clear. I looked up and immediately smiled to find that handsome face standing in front of me. But wait! Why does his face look so angry? my mind, frowning.

"Yes, what are you talking about, Fat?" I said, stand up and face him.

"I'm asking you to take back your words!" Fatwa said with full force.

I'm getting frowning. Really, I don't understand where the talk is going.

"What do you mean, Fat?" ask again.

"No, no need to act like a pilon! Do you think I don't know what you mean, huh?" This time Fatwa said while raising her voice.

Athaghfirullah! I said in my heart. I can only rub my chest to hear his tone.

"For God's sake, Fat. I don't understand what you're talking about, right now. Be clear, what do you mean by I mean?" I tried to be calm, although I didn't deny it, my heart was racing when I saw his eyes holding rays of anger.

"What is your goal in participating in the IREMA activities? Is it all a desire that comes from your own heart, or is there some purpose behind it?"

I silently heard the cold man say. What does it mean to try, he said that? However, apparently my residence was misinterpreted by him.

"Don't tell me that you have other goals in following these excrement activities?" ask Fatwa again. This time he began to move his legs closer.

I took a few steps back, really .. His eyes looked like an eagle stalking prey.

"I-I don't understand what you mean, Fat," I said nervously.

"Listen Res, no matter how much you spread your love to me towards others, that much I must reject your statement!" said firmly.

"What do you mean? I don't understand what you're saying. Please speak more clearly!" I started to get emotional because I couldn't think of the meaning behind his words.

"I know you love me. But just so you know, even a fingernail I've never loved you. Understand!"

The cold man said firmly. A few seconds later, I heard the cheers of the students watching the live drama between me and Fatwa.

Instantly, both my legs were already unable to support my body. Until finally, this weak body collapsed helplessly. I really did not expect if the man I just gave a good and polite title, was able to speak rudely and broke my heart in two.

"Chi!"

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