My Killer Lecturer's
About you, Me and Him

"Anna's death changed my world. Changing the color of my life that was originally colorful, now only leaving black and white. Until at the end, I met you. Honestly, our first meeting reminded me of my first meeting with Anna. The only difference is your attitude. Back then, you apologized for the incident that happened. As for Anna, she kept nagging and blaming me for the incident."

The Fatwa begins the story.

Brugh!

"Sorry!"

The cold man continued to pass regardless of the girl's apology. For a moment, he seemed to see the shadow of his dead lover. However, do not want to continue to be haunted by feelings of guilt. The man left the girl who was alone.

After the girl died, the man looked stunned. It seemed, the face of the girl who hit him was not so foreign in his memory. Faintly, the pieces of face that began to be intact reminded him of a girl who was trying to clean part of her body at the school mosque ablution.

Just then, after the IREMA activities ended, the cold man faintly heard the sound of a group of men whispering on the veranda beside the mosque. He then went out to see what happened. Yeah, maybe there's something unusual going on out there. And, it is true, a group of men who are none other than his own underclassmen, are enjoying a portion of the smooth white back that is clearly plastered a few meters from before them.

For some reason suddenly Fatwa feels unwilling if the smooth back becomes public consumption. Not wanting to humiliate the girl, he then approached her. The initial intention, Fatwa just wanted to reprimand the girl. But, who would have thought if the Fatwa saw a spill of noodles on top of a uniform that had fallen under the shoulders. Apparently, the girl was trying to clean her back. The fatwa could clearly see the reddish color on that smooth back. Unbearable to see the difficulty of the girl, Fatwa took a sack of water and flushed the part that was difficult to reach by the girl.

Finding water on part of her body, the girl immediately turned her back. He looked surprised to see a man standing in front of him.

As for Fatwa, still with her cold gaze she said. "Next time, don't show a part of your body in front of other people!"

Fatwa rubbed the water on the girl's back. Without another word, he just passed by leaving the girl still glued to the ablution. However, his hand still felt warm the rest of touching the girl's smooth back. Instantly, the Fatwa's heart was racing. However, the Fatwa tried to neutralize him and assumed that he only wanted to help the girl.

Who would have thought, her meeting just now, reminded Fatwa of the memories of her first touch towards a girl. And it haunts his mind.

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Day after day goes on. But the hand seemed unable to forget what it had touched. It's like the Fatwa found out where the girl's class is. But he was too scared to start. Anna's shadow still continued to flash through her mind. Until one day....

Tomorrow is his turn to give a sermon at the school mosque. Because of all night doing schoolwork, Fatwa forgot to memorize his Friday sermon. He rushes to class to meet Aji.

Arriving at class, Fatwa sees Aji sitting with a girl. At first he felt lazy to approach them. However, being pressed by necessity, inevitably the Fatwa approached Aji.

"Ji, where did you put the speech script for tomorrow's sermon?" ask Fatwa.

The girl who sat with Aji, looked up. The look in their eyes met. And again, the Fatwa could feel Anna's presence in the girl.

"I put it in the drawer of the sermon table, Fat," replied Aji.

Not wanting to be complacent by those sad eyes, Fatwa decided to leave without excuse.

"Ish, it's not polite!" said the girl.

Arriving at the mosque, the Fatwa sits cross-legged at the imam's place. He took out a picture from his wallet.

"Hi, An .. How are you?" Fatwa started monologuing while staring at the photo of the girl who was wearing the scout uniform.

"Do you know, An? This is my third meeting with the girl. I don't know, but I feel, the longer, the girl the more you look like. She's not pretty like you. Even his words, too, are not as gentle as you. But her chatter and her carelessness, always remind me of your presence. An, if you allow me, can you give me a chance to get to know him better?"

Fatwa closed her eyes. Anna's shadow began to dance back in her mind. The longer, the more the shadow seemed to clearly approach him. The girl, wearing white shari'i, stood not far from the Fatwa. Her tiny hands began to move touching the cheeks of her beloved lover.

The smiling Fatwa felt the touch of that cold hand. "How are you doing An?" sapana.

The girl simply smiled in response to the Fatwa greeting. He approached Fatwa and sat on her lap. Occasionally his hand gently rubbed the man's hair while looking at him lovingly.

Fatwa grabbed that hand and kissed it. "Are you mad if I give room to another girl?" ask Fatwa.

Again, the girl smiled. However, a second later it was seen if he shook his head slowly.

"Time goes by, An. I always try to keep my heart. But, for some reason ... ever since meeting that girl, my heart seemed to waver. I love you An, love you so much. But your love will not be able to reach me. Our world is different. Although I am comfortable because you are always present in every silence. But her? I don't know, I just felt like I had hope when I met him. I'm sorry, An. I didn't mean to squeak your love. But I couldn't fight my heart not to be happy when I met him. I don't know since when, meeting her has now become an activity that I've been waiting for and it's been fun. Though there was no greeting in every meeting."

'Do you love him?'

Fatwa was shocked to hear the whisper of her heart. He stared at the shadow of the girl.

"I love you, An. But I feel happy looking at her smile. I don't know, An. I don't know if I love him. You know, all my love I have offered to you. But, no I deny. I want his presence by my side. I want to spend all my time with him. Can this desire be called love?"

The cup!

A warm kiss landed on his lips. Fatwa looked at the girl.

"What does this mean, An? Do you want to give me a chance to achieve my own happiness?"

The girl nodded.

"But I'm happy living with your shadow."

The girl shook her head. A moment later, he moved from the lap of the Fatwa. Walk away from him while waving your hands.

"No, An! Don't leave me! No!"

Seriate