My Killer Lecturer's
Meet Cute Girl

"Fat, can I ask you for help?" ask Gaos to Fatwa.

"Seek what, Bang?" Fatwa who was installing a sound system for Friday prayers, even asked Gaos.

"Please change my schedule to train 42 High School kids. Coincidentally abis salat fridayat, I mo nganter teacher ngajiku swipe his friend who is being treated in the hospital," said Gaos.

Fatwa scrunched her forehead. "Indeed, can't be combined, can you, Bang? Tomorrow, the cave will go there too" said Fatwa.

"Yes, if you don't bother anyway, no pa-pa. The only problem is, what I taught you, it's just the basic stage. As for your students, all average are already blue belts. It can overwhelm you, Fatwa," Gaos said.

"Hahaha, right too. Yes already, later on Friday prayers, the cave to it, Bang, replied Fatwa while chuckling.

"Siip. Thanks, Fat!" gaos said as he patted Fatwa on the shoulder. "Oh yes, Ji. Today replace me with a sermon, huh?" pinta Gaos half yelled, because Aji's position was rolling out the carpet, far enough away.

"Ready, Bang!" aji answered while raising his right hand.

"Yes, if so. I'll take my leave, yeah! It seems, I pray Friday at my place, said Gaos. "Yuk! Assalamu'alaikum!" Gaos said goodbye to Aji and Fatwa.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Careful, Bang!" aji and Fatwa answered. After that, they returned to clean up the equipment for the preparation of Friday prayers at school.

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After Friday prayers, Fatwa went to High School 42 to replace Gaos as a taekwondo coach there. Luckily, he always kept his personal equipment in the school locker. So, Fatwa does not need to go home to pick up her taekwondo clothes.

The distance between SMA 1 and SMA 42 is only about 30 minutes by car. At 13:35, Fatwa arrived at SMA 42. He immediately parked his bike because it was 5 minutes late from the specified training time. In a hurry, Fatwa entered the school gate. He slightly lowered his head to put his motorbike key into the backpack.

Brugh!

"Aww!"

Fatwa was so shocked when she accidentally hit someone. The screeching of a girl instantly made the Fatwa stare straight down. It appears that a girl in two pigtails was grimacing in pain when her buttocks accidentally kissed the ceramic floor. For a moment Fatwa was stunned to see the cute face of the girl who was like a 5-year-old child.

Subhanallah! Really cute. With an oval face shape, beautiful eyes and pliable eyelashes. Her cheeks were slightly chubby, but the shape of her protruding cheekbones and reddish-colored made the girl look like a doll.

"Eh, if the road is about donk! You don't have eyes, what?" grunt the girl.

The girl's two-pointed appearance, immediately awakened Fatwa from her fascination to see the girl.

"Eh, sorry. Let me help you!" fatwa said as she extended her hand.

"No need! The cave can get up on its own" replied the girl, but she clasped the hand of Fatwa outstretched before her. But, uh,

Blugh!

Perhaps due to the slippery floor, the girl fell back when she was about to stand up.

"Gee!" Back the girl grimaced as she rubbed her painful butt.

"I told you, let me help you stand up!" Fatwa again said a little annoyed at the girl's demeanor.

The Fatwa extended her hand and the girl welcomed the hand of the Fatwa. However,

Blugh!

Deg-deg-deg!

Instantly the heart of Fatwa was racing while staring at the two eyes of the girl who was shining brownish. What a beautiful and soothing light. The Fatwa is completely fascinated with the clarity of both eyeballs which are very charming.

"Subhanallah, what a beautiful work You do, O Lord," murmured Fatwa again.

"Ish, lo mo make the cave die out of breath, engap tau!" the girl screamed when she was unable to hold the weight of Fatwa on her body.

"Ups! Sorry!" The fatwa stood up immediately. A moment later, he pulled the girl's hand to stand up. However, the pull of the Fatwa was so strong, that it made the girl fall into his arms.

Unprepared to get such a strong push, at last...

Blugh!

They fall back to the floor in the opposite position from the beginning. Now, the girl is lying on her stomach over her body. For a moment, they looked at me.

"Oh, lo modusin cave, yes!" shouted the girl who realized she was on top of a man's body. "Basic perverted brain, lo!" he stood up while standing up.

"Oh my God .. dream what cave semalem, ampe must be exposed to the curse of falling many times!" grumbled the girl while leaving Fatwa who was still lying down.

No excuses, no excuses. The girl kept passing away from the Fatwa. Throughout the corridors of the classroom, his hands continued to move to describe his annoyance. His thin mouth continued to babble, until his voice began to sound faint. Fatwa stood up and looked at the attitude of the girl. What a strange girl. But, hmm .. she's cute too, Inner Fatwa.

Still with his smile expanding, Fatwa stood up and started walking into the middle of the roomy. There had already begun to gather the children who were wearing white drunk taekwondo clothes. Fatwa approached them.

With his sturdy steps and distinctive smile, the Fatwa approached them.

"Come on, now make a circle!" shout Fatwa.

Reach all the children who are on average sitting in high school and Junior High School, following the orders of Fatwa to make a circle.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh!" sapa Fatwa opens training.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh!" answer in unison the children who follow the exercise.

"All right, introduce ... His name is Fatwa Immamuddin. But you can call Brother, Brother Fatwa. Today, Abang stands here to replace Abang Gaos who was unable to attend because of family interests. Are you ready for training?" tanya Fatwa, shouted excitedly so that the students join the spirit in training.

"Ready, Bang!" The children answered loudly.

Fatwa smile. "Good! Now, before we practice, let us pray first. Berdo'a started!" The Fatwa gave the order to pray before starting his practice.

All the children bowed their heads to do the do'a.

Meanwhile, not far from where Fatwa trains taekwondo. Looks like a bunch of bantara kids are practicing. They're doing a line-up exercise.

"the whole! Siaaaap grak!"

That sound? inner Fatwa. Instantly he turned to a group of children wearing scout uniforms to look for the owner of the voice.

"Rest in .. tempaaaat, grak!" Back the voice was so loud and loud it echoed throughout the ceremonial field.

Fatwa smiled as she realized that the cute girl was leading her troops to practice the line-up in the middle of the roomy.

"Hmm, apparently that cute girl is a boy scout."

Seriate