My Killer Lecturer's
I Want to Know the Truth

As forcefully as I pushed and yelled at her that what she was feeling right now was not love, but an escape.

I saw that the cold man was quite surprised by the reaction I just had.

"What do you mean?" asked the man so coldly. His steps came back near me.

Scared, I took a few steps back. Damn, he didn't want to let go of me. He continued to step until I finally stopped because my back had touched the wall of the living room.

"What do you mean say that? Have you never felt the roar of my chest that wanted you to be mine? Can't you feel my heart through our kiss that day?" fatwa looked at me sharply.

The cold man closed his eyes again and began to approach my face. His face again boils down to the neck. Occasionally a warm kiss began to he lay there.

I held the edge of my clothes tightly. Tucked away in fear that the man would do something more to me. However, somehow my body was unable to react to a rejection. Only my heartbeat was racing fast.

The cold man's breath again felt warm touching the skin of my neck. His senses began to dance on the earlobe. For the first time, I felt a sensation I was unable to describe. It's just, I started to enjoy the foreign sensation.

The chest of his field clinging and touching my twin hills, I was stunned and began to awaken from this crazy sensation. I tried to push his sturdy body.

"Please, don't do this, Fat? I'm not Anna" I whispered in her ear. I really don't have the strength to fight anymore.

Fatwa was very surprised to hear my whisper. Maybe he didn't think I'd mention Anna.

"Where do you know about A-Anna?" tanya Fatwa, stammering.

"That's not important! Most importantly now, please don't do this to me. Whatever you feel today, it is not love. I can make sure of that!" lantang.

Fatwa stepped back. Maybe he didn't think I'd bring up his feelings for Anna.

The man sat on the sofa whose white cloth was already exposed. For a moment, Fatwa lowered her face. His shoulders were shaking a little, he was probably crying.

I began to dare to come closer and stand in front of him. Seeing her shoulders shaking violently, I began to squat in front of the cold, frail-looking man.

"Fat!" call me, try to brave themselves, touch both knees.

The cold man looked up. His eyes still look sharp, staring at me. "What do you know about Anna?" the Fatwa is cold.

"I know enough to make sure that your feelings for me are not love" I replied.

"Bullshitt!" fatwa Gumam.

"Whatever! But it's not love!" ngotuk. "It's just your obsession with your ex-lover, so what you see of me, is the side that reminds you of your love for Anna" I said coldly.

I don't want to get caught up in the real feelings I still have.

"You want to know what love means, huh? You want to know how much I love Anna?" The fatwa started screaming in front of me.

I was surprised to see the Fatwa's reaction. Without giving me time to dodge, Fatwa again blocked my wrist.

"Follow me!"

Back the cold man dragged my steps until I stumbled to balance his steps.

Brak!

The Fatwa opened one of the rooms which was quite spacious. Without saying much, he pulled the curtains hanging on the wall of the room.

A sreekk!

My mouth opened wide at once when I saw a large black and white painting hanging on the wall.

"Oh my God...!" I shrieked slowly staring at the face of myself clearly plastered on a giant frame attached to the wall of the room.

Instantly, both of my knees felt weak. I started to limp and look for a handle.

Sreth!

Brak!

I accidentally pulled one of the cloths that covered the painting canvas that was beside me until it fell. Back my mouth gaping looking at the A4-sized photo that became the model of one of the paintings.

For a moment I stared at Fatwa. The cold man nodded his head. Getting approval from the owner of the room, I began to circulate my gaze and found some canvas covered in white cloth. Curiosity is growing. Like a possessed person, I roughly exposed all the cloths covering the canvas board. My eyeballs rounded out immediately seeing dozens of paintings depicting my activities at school.

I stared at the paintings one by one, until my head started to feel heavy. My eyes twitched and I finally drowned without remembering anything else.

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I don't know how long I've been unconscious. It's just that, a gentle swab on the head made me, slowly opening my eyelids.

"Alhamdulillah, you are already aware Res," said the cold man smiling sweetly.

I wake up and start to shake. The shadow of each painting that was on the wall and leaning against some of the painting boards began to be vividly depicted in my memory. For a moment, I stared straight at the brownish eyeballs belonging to the cold man.

"Why look at me like that?" ask Fatwa.

"Why are you doing that?" kataku.

"Do what?" The cold man still asked in his casual style.

"Why did you paint and collect all my drawings?" manya curious.

"That's because, only you always shadow my life," replied the Fatwa lightly.

I was really dizzy with all the sentences he gave me. "Since when?" ask again.

"You mean?" Fatwa asked back.

"Since when do you have a hobby of stalking other people's activities like a paparazzi," I quipped, because there are some paintings that clearly describe my activities in school.

"Paparazzi? Hahaha, hmm, I think it's a suitable nickname for me" Fatwa said.

I started to get annoyed with all his behavior. "Please answer me, since when do you like to stalk my activities and pour them into a white canvas like that?" I'm starting to get a little emotional.

"Since a week after the incident we got lost in Parentas," he replied aloud.

I was surprised to hear that. Honestly, every word that came out of his mouth was like a puzzle to me. Oh my God .. how long can I be patient in facing this mysterious man?

Instantly, the shadow of the man's rejection came back to me. Everything was recorded quite clearly. His words, his facial expression, even his raised index finger right in front of my nose I can still remember clearly. In fact, he rejected me. If he has a taste since that day, then why did he reject me?

"Then, your refusal?" I'm the one who really wants to know the truth.

"I'm sorry!" The fatwa just lowered his head.

"I don't need your forgiveness, I just need an answer from you. If you really love me, then why are you rejecting me so cruelly. In fact, without feeling you lamented me in public. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was then?" I began to hysterically recall the dark times of my life.

The fatwa hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you that deep. I'm really sorry, it all just happened. And the truth is not like what you see" he said.

I pulled myself out of the cold man's embrace. "Then, what's the truth? Tell me! I want to know all about the truth!"

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