My Killer Lecturer's
Playing Fire

I was so shocked to hear his confession. So, this is also her first kiss? How could?

I pushed the cold man's body. "Are you satisfied now?" I asked coldly at the man who had managed to snatch away the sanctity of my lips, "what is this that I have to pay to fix my value?" Emotions rule my heart.

It felt like my chest was so congested when I realized that this was the price I had to give to replace my shattered grades.

"Please don't get me wrong. This is not a transaction to improve your value" the man said in a tone other than usual.

"Then what? Do you think I'm a cheap woman?" I started to hysterically look at her sinless face.

"That's just your mind. I never thought of you that way" he said casually.

"Mister, don't fuck around, okay? I am a woman who is engaged. So I hope, you know the limits of how to behave towards women who already have a prospective husband," I said furious.

The cold man came back to me. His burly hands started grabbing my waist and pulling it until our bodies stuck to each other. His face began to approach, his breath felt warm on my face.

"As long as the yellow janur has not been installed, as long as the qabul ijab has not been spoken, as long as I still have a chance to get you," he said with confidence.

"Ish, you crazy guy!" my curse is getting upset with the riddle of the spoken language.

"Whatever you want to say! But in reality, I'm crazy about you. I'll make sure you'll be mine forever!" said the cold man while continuing to bring his face closer.

The man touched my lips. And this time, he sucked it strong enough to make me grimace in pain.

Fatwa releases her kiss. His ears began to sweep my wet and bluish lips. A thin grin was drawn at both corners of his lips.

"This lips have been mine. And I will make sure to always be mine. So, never play with fire with me!" said it. A moment later he warmed my forehead and immediately came out of the bathroom.

I who was so amazed to get such a commendable treatment from her, was only able to flinch behind the bathroom door. Instantly my knees shook violently when I realized I had given a part of my body to a man who was not my husband. Not even my future husband. Oh my God .. what kind of love journey will I go through right now? What should I say to Mas Yudhis if he finds out that these lips have been touched by another man?

I closed the closet and started to sit on it. My mind is completely fucked. I really don't understand what all the treatment means? Why would he do all that to me? Hugging me, touching a part of my body, even kissing me full of tenderness. What does all this mean? Does this have anything to do with the value of his college eyes? Or actually channeling a sense that he has? Butwhy?

Tears began to wash both my cheeks. Why Fatwa? Why do you have to put me at an intersection? Why don't you ever grab and hold my hand? Why are you throwing me into a deeper abyss? inner crying.

"Excuse me! Is there anyone inside?" Suddenly, the voice of a woman outside broke my daydream about the Fatwa.

I immediately wiped the remaining tears on both my cheeks and washed them with water. After I could master my emotions, I pressed the door handle and opened it.

"You?" ask the woman standing in front of me.

"Eh, hi Na!" my sap is trying to master nervousness.

"Sir Fatwa? Eng-noth .. a-I didn't see it," I said stammered.

"Ish, weird. She said she went in the wrong toilet, but didn't Sister Chi see her, did she? Ah no, maybe Brother Chi is in the bathroom again, so they don't see each other" said Naina monologue.

Huh, so she saw that cold guy coming out of this toilet? You weird guy, he doesn't realize what, if this is going to be a scandal, if someone sees us in the same bathroom? Who is playing with fire among us. "Ish the basis of the sengklek lecturer!"

Along the way I kept grumbling in annoyance. Until without me noticing, I had reached the end of the corridor. I vaguely heard the host calling my name. I immediately approached the small crowd that was in front of the stage.

"Ish, Brother ... Where have you been, anyway?" ask mom with an upset face.

"Sorry, Ma. Brother from the toilet for a while," I replied still staring at the stage that was in front.

"That, you've been called from earlier, you know, same MC," said mama.

"What do you want to do, Ma? Why is the MC calling Chi?" I grumbled in annoyance.

Not lost the frustration in my heart due to the actions of the perverted lecturer, now even plus I have to appear on stage. What the MC does not know, if I include people who have stage fright.

"You are called at the request of Yudhis and your future father-in-law. They want to introduce you to the invited guests and colleague Yudhis" whispered the mother.

Athaghfirullah! I was shocked to hear my mother whisper. Oh my God, how is this? What I should do. Mas Yudhis and his family so acknowledged my existence. But me alone? I did something indecent with that crazy teacher.

But wait! I didn't do it! This is all beyond my expectations. I'm just the receiver, not the abuser. Does that mean I have been a victim of abuse? Hmm, could be yes. My tongue is too weak to speak. I don't want to be hypocritical. I admit, there's a strange noise running all over her body when she touches me

"One more time, I ask Miss Octora Resttyani to come forward!"

The MC's words blew my daydream. My mother pushed my back forward. With my face turning red like a tomato, I walked up and started climbing the three steps to the stage.

The clapping I heard rumbled so much in this spacious room. Mas Yudhis extended his hand to greet me. A smile of happiness is clearly depicted on the faces of Aunt Amara and Om Derren. And myself? I seemed clumsy to accept all the hues of their happiness after what I did.

"Come, baby!" said Mas Yudhis holding my hand to walk forward again.

As I stared at the people standing in front of the stage, I accidentally went into a fight with the mentally ill lecturer. Instantly, his voice again flashed clearly in my ear 'This lips have become mine. And I will make sure to always be mine. So, don't ever play with fire with me'.

"No!"

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