My Killer Lecturer's
Forget What to Forget

I who initially wanted to move and leave, immediately immediately undo my intention to hear Aji's words.

"Yes, why Ji?" my many.

"May I ask you something?" Aji asked back.

"Please, Ji. If you can answer, you will definitely answer," I said.

"But, maybe this is a bit personal. Can you?" ask Aji again.

I slightly frowned, not understanding the direction the innocent man spoke.

"Can't you?" Aji asked me back.

"What the hell is Ji, it's not clear. Yes please if mo nanya, mah. But yes it was, if Res could answer, would definitely respond. If not, don't make it too many times" I replied.

Aji just chuckled at my answer.

"Iih, Aji mah.." I whine. "Mo nanya what the hell, Res kepo, so it?"

"Hahaha, the kepo radar is starting to work," ledek Aji.

"Ish, that's Res, Bang. Ntar got new copyright nyaho, you!" gurauku.

"Hahaha, could you Res. Seriously, yuk!"

"Well, what's the mo nanya?"

"Emm, it's about Fatwa. Has he apologized to you?"

The deg!

Instantly my heart raced fast upon hearing the name I just wanted to forget. I could only keep quiet without knowing how to answer Aji's question.

"Cock, silence Res. Have you not met him? Actually, Fatwa was a good boy Res. I'm sure he wouldn't intentionally hurt someone. Especially a woman. Di–"

"But the truth is he hurt Res" I said hoarsely. I can no longer hold back my tears. Without excuse, she just flowed down my cheeks.

Aji grabbed the tissue that was on the table, then handed it to me. "But, maybe he has a reason, Res," said Aji.

"Res doesn't know, and never wants to know. Res's biggest mistake, though, was letting that flavor grow. But now, Res is trying to shut it all down. Forget what Res should have forgotten. Whatever has happened between Res and the man, Res can definitely forget, "my answer is enough to give a firmness that this taste is over and dead.

Aji could only sigh long. I saw a ray of disappointment in both of his eyes. However, to be honest .. I don't really understand the meaning of his gaze.

"Please excuse me, Ji!" pamitku.

Aji didn't answer, she could only stare at my departure. Without me noticing, the pair of eagle eyes were watching me from behind the neatly arranged bookshelf.

I leaned my body against the class wall. My eyes looked far away at the flower bed that was in front of me. For some reason, the sense of tightness after years disappeared, now comes back. Both of my eyes were dewy considering it was the last sentence I said to the man. Yes, forget what should be forgotten, I murmured in my heart.

"Sister Chi!" The touch of the hand of the image on my shoulder returned to wake me up.

"The image apologizes for making Brother open old wounds again" he said.

"It's okay, Cit. After all, it's just the past" I replied.

"Didn't you ever find out why Fatwa was acting that way?" ask citra.

"Why?"

"I don't think that's important. Moreover, my pride has been hurt by his attitude. My heart is not like an angel who has never had hatred. Every time I meet him, I hate myself who has fallen into his charm."

"Sister, you've been separated for more than a dozen years. But Big Brother still remembered every detail of the memories Big Brother had with him. Does your sister love him so much?" tanya Citra began to look into my heart.

I averted my eyes and stared fixedly at Citra. "People say, first impressions are not easy to forget. And maybe that's what happened to me. The first impression was so painful. Of course it won't be as easy as I turn my palm to forget it" I replied.

"What is it that makes it so hard for you to accept Mas Yudhis love, first?"

I scrunched my forehead. "Hey, why carry the name of Mas Yudhis?" many wonder.

The image sounded her sigh. "I'm sorry, brother. Mas Yudhis once told me that Brother was the hardest woman to approach. In fact, Mas Yudhis has also experienced dozens of rejections, right from Brother?"

"Aish, I know you!"

"Hehehe, I know. Because Mas Yudhis once told about his struggle in conquering Brother's heart."

I smiled at the thought of my initial encounter with Mas Yudhistira. "Yes, you're right. And I'm a very stupid woman for ignoring someone's sincerity for a long time. But, thank God ... Yudhis was not a person who gave up easily. His struggle that was so persistent in proving the sincerity of his love, in the end made my heart melt."

"Did you guys graduate school, brother ever see you again with Mr Fatwa?"

"No. After graduation, I lost contact with my friends. I decided to wander, so I don't know how all my friends developed during High School. A few years later, I returned to my hometown. Suddenly I received an invitation from Lastri who was about to get married. It was at the wedding that I knew from Tika that Fatwa was studying out of town, but her condition wasn't okay."

"I mean Brother?"

"He's...."

"Woy, mo until when you talk there, you don't see the lecturer has entered!"

Suddenly, the reprimand of one of the fellow students made me hang my sentence.

"Yes already, Cit. Let's go in first. Later I continue the story," I asked Citra.

Imagra. We finally walked into class. It is true, by the time we got to the doorstep, the killer lecturer was standing in front of the class to open the material.

"Assalamu'alaikum, excuse me sir. Sorry we are late" Citra said. "Can we come in?" Imagery continues its words.

"Hm." That was all that came out of the thinly-floated lecturer's mouth.

"Thank you, sir."

Me and Citra entered the class. By the time I sat down and began to pay attention to the material she was conveying, our gazes involuntarily clashed. Instantly I decided on the view because I was unable to resist his sharp gaze.

My heart was beating again. Why is it like this? Wasn't I used to follow the material without any strange feelings. Why now I can't concentrate on following his college eyes. Is it because of her perverted words the other day? my inner.

The killer lecturer began to explain the matter. Sometimes he does question and answer with his students. His attitude was so friendly when some students asked. However, sometimes he threw a sharp look at me.

I mourn the time as if it were so slow moving. Two hours with him was really very torturous. My determination to forget what I had to forget, now began to evaporate. Every look in his eyes, his movements, and his subtle voice he said while having a discussion with the students, made me reminisce about every incident we had passed in Parentas. Remembering that, my heart was in chaos again.

Teeeett!

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