My Killer Lecturer's
About Fatwa

A woman dressed in mint green shar'i clothes came near her sons and daughters.

Aji looked back. "Eh, Um! Come here!" shout Aji.

The hijab-wearing woman, who initially wanted to cleanse the twins, stood up and walked over to us.

"Know Mi, this is Abi's High School friend. His name is Resti." Aji introduced me to that woman.

"This is your wife, Ji?" I, who was basically used to saying thinly, immediately asked without thinking about the feeling of the hijab woman.

"Guys, sori!" I said after realizing the mistake.

"Hahaha, it's okay, Res. Someone's habits are difficult to change," said Aji insinuating me.

I was just maddening to hear Aji's insinuations.

"Yes, this is my wife. My empress. His name is Az-Zahra" said Aji.

I stretched out my hand. It seems that woman is younger than me. "Hi, I'm Resti, but just call Chi" I said.

With her smile so solemn, the woman welcomed my helping hand. "Zahra," he said.

"Enjoy! Abi!"

Suddenly our chatter was interrupted when we heard the cry of the little one.

"Your children, Ji?" my many.

"Whoa, someone else's childhood," said Aji. "Come, I'll introduce you to them. Mi Yuk!"

Aji invited me and his wife to meet the twins. The two boys chuckled together while playing soap foam.

"Double En, look who came to visit us at the great-grandfather's house!" yelled Aji to her two children.

Hearing his father's call, the two boys turned around.

"Who is coming, Abi?" ask the boys.

"Yes, who's Abi? What is this Onty?" timpal the girl when he saw me as a stranger in his place.

"Well, Nashwa's guess is absolutely right. Yeayy!" Aji raised her hand to give verbal reward to her daughter.

"Come, now you guys have fun playing with the water, huh? We'll have a chat with Onty" Zahra said.

"Okay Umi" the two children answered. They immediately got out of the pool and ran to go to the bathroom.

"You guys talk first, let me take care of the twins" said Zahra.

"Wait!" I stopped Zahra's steps. Res came here to deliver the Wak Haji order," I said as I held out a plastic bag containing a box of wet cakes.

The hijab woman smiled. "Let me take it!" said it.

I'm handing over Wak Haji's order. A moment later, Aji led me to the back garden.

"Not much has changed from you, Res," Aji said as we sat on the park bench.

"Hmm, you can do it, Ji. By the way, I just found out that you are Wak Haji's grandson," I said.

"Hehehe, it's not me who's granddaughter, but Zahra my wife" Aji replied.

"Ups! Sora!" I rectified my words. "Zahra is beautiful, Ji," I praise his wife Aji.

"Alhamdulillah," replied Aji smiling happily.

"Where are you, Ji?" ask again.

"He was my student when I first started my high school assignment" replied Aji

"What?" I was really surprised to hear Aji's confession.

Back I was taken aback by Aji's words. The woman was very young, but she looked graceful and mature. Astaghfirullah ..how are I, who is still like ABG's son.

"Oh yes, Res. Have you heard of the Fatwa?" ask Aji.

"I-i...."

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. It's a drink just as good. That's good, make a chat." Suddenly Zahra came carrying a tray of juice and snack setoples.

"Thank you, dear," said Aji staring lovingly at his wife.

"Together, Bi. Well then, Umi went inside first, yeah!" pamit Zahra's.

"Just stay here, Ma'am," asked his wife Aji who was still super cute.

"Yes, Thanks Ma'am. I'm sorry, I had to bribe the twins first. If you eat alone, you can fall apart" Zahra said.

I smiled at Zahra's attitude which seemed typical of a fit woman. I nodded in response to his words. After Zahra left, Aji and I continued our conversation.

"I am really concerned about the life of the Fatwa first," said Aji staring blankly at the green grass that was spread like a tapestry.

I frowned. "What happened to him?" I was trying to extract a statement from Aji.

"His life seems to be overshadowed by the past. The pressure after pressure that he experienced, made him depressed so he had to get out of the campus," replied Aji.

"Re-Res doesn't understand, Ji. Can you tell me about him?" my door to Aji.

Honestly, for three years maybe we went to school in the same place. But, until this second, he was still a man full of mysteries to me. What's more, I only knew him at my school's last wulan chess. It was probably about four or five months before we graduated school.

"Fatwa men are very good, smart, sociable and have a broad insight about religion. In addition, he also has martial arts skills and is often asked to train students at SMA 42. One day, there was a 42nd High School student who caught his attention. And it seems, Fatwa put her heart on that girl." Aji smiled faintly as she turned back the memories belonging to her friend.

"Then?" I, who was beginning to be curious about the Fatwa's past, felt impatient as Aji paused his words.

Still with her distinctive smile, Aji looked at me full of gentleness. Nothing has changed from that look. If I had never felt his affection as a big brother before, I might have been fascinated to see that innocent man's smile.

"I see the rays of happiness always radiating from the face of Fatwa. Every day he was always excited to tell Anna," Aji said.

"Anna?" I repeated Aji's words.

With a faint smile, Aji nodded. "His name is Anna Khoerunnisa, one of the 42nd High School students."

"Wait!" I interrupted Aji's conversation.

"Why, Res?" ask Aji.

"It seems, Res had heard the name Anna Khoerunnisa from SMA 42. Is he a boy scout?" I asked Aji.

"Eitherway. I don't know him myself. I know him only from the Fatwa story," replied Aji.

"Then?" I asked Aji to continue his story.

"After getting support from us, Fatwa started to approach the girl. And fortunate. It seems that the girl also really likes Fatwa. In the end, they decided to take on an aruf. Until finally, the tragedy happened" said Aji with a sad face.

For a moment, Aji sighed. His eyes began to look empty. It's just that, in both corners of his eyes have been pooling tears that are ready to spill.

"What tragedy, Ji? What the hell is going on?" I asked Aji. However, apparently Aji did not pay attention to my question. His mind seemed to be staring somewhere. I was getting impatient with his attitude.

"Ji! Are you in Res? What happened to him in the past? In fact, what kind of tragedy has the Fatwa been through?" I asked to touch the back of Aji's hand.

Aji was stunned to find a touch on the back of her hand. It seemed, he was starting to return to his consciousness.

"Eh, why Res?"

"What kind of tragedy had the Fatwa in her past, Ji?" I repeated my question.

"That time...."

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