My Killer Lecturer's
Getting Closer

"Why are you, Fat?" After quite a long time hugging her, suddenly the girl asked.

Fatwa let go of her embrace. He looked at the girl. "Where are you from?" ask Fatwa in her cold tone.

"I'm from there!" The girl replied while pointing at the thicket that was quite high behind the Fatwa.

"Ish, what are you going there for?" Fatwa asked again and began to raise her voice.

The girl simply raised her little finger, as a sign that she had urinated behind the shady bush.

Fatwa looks scowled, annoyed. "Why didn't you wake me?" tanyakanya.

"Why? You got me, peed?" I joke about the girl without shame.

The plot!

Without mercy again, the long index flick of Fatwa landed on the girl's forehead.

"Ish, sick!" The girl whined while fumbling at the forehead which started to throb.

Ah, what a whimper so finely spoiled is heard in the ears of Fatwa. For a moment, the Fatwa was lulled by that voice. However, he had to keep his guard.

"That's a punishment for your stupidity to speak!" say Fatwa with a cynical tone

The girl simply pursed her lips mimicking back her sentence.

Not wanting to argue any longer, Fatwa finally invited the girl to return to her original place. However, his forehead creased slightly as he watched the girl not move at all.

"Why?" ask Fatwa.

"My legs can't be moved" the girl replied.

Fatwa approached the girl and crouched down in front of her. "What's sprained?" fatwa asked while raising her face.

"It seems, yes," the girl replied.

"Ish, why did it sprain like this?" Fatwa scowled in annoyance.

"So stumbled over the root" replied the girl.

"Basic sloppy!" The fatwa is getting more upset. "Yes, get on my back!" fatwa orders while turning over and crouching in front of the girl.

"But" the girl looked hesitant.

"Once, just go up. You want to, all night standing there?" say Fatwa again.

And finally, the girl went up into the sling of Fatwa. Along the way, the Fatwa's heart was pounding more and more. Somehow, it felt like he wanted time to stop here, so that he could enjoy time with the girl.

"Slow your legs!" the Fatwa orders once they reach the resting place earlier.

The girl looked nervous. "Why-why?" tanyakanya.

"Have, don't ask too many questions. Just give me your legs!" Fatwa gave the order again.

Although it looks doubtful, but the girl still stretched out her sprained leg earlier.

"Do you have body lotion?" ask Fatwa again.

"Make what?" ask the girl while frowning.

"Have not asked much. Where's the body lotion?" Fatwa held out her right hand.

"But I don't have body lotion, Fat," the girl replied. .

"Ish, usually, girls like to carry combat tools in their bags" Fatwa said.

"Laen's girl, yeah, Fat. Not me!" stir the girl tightly.

The fatwa did not answer anymore, he just gently stomped the girl's feet. But, suddenly...

Crews!

"Aw! Ish, Fat .... sick bego!" The girl shouted and cursed at the Fatwa. However, the Fatwa did not heed all the girl's screams and insults. He continued to fiddle with the girl's left ankle.

Back the girl looked grimacing. "Crazy, lo fat! Lo mo matahin cave foot?" he said in a very upset tone.

Fatwa only looked at the girl with her eagle gaze. The girl shut up instantly.

Shortly thereafter, the Fatwa stopped her massage. "Try standing! said governing.

Although still feeling annoyed, the girl stood up. However, instantly a faint smile was engraved on his lips. He looked in admiration at the Fatwa. "The pain is less, Fat," said the girl, looking happy.

Fatwa can only fix her backpack to cover the nervousness. He really did not expect to be close together like this. Touching him, talking to him and smelling his scent further made the strange waves smolder in Fatwa's heart.

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The night is getting late. Fatwa stared intently at the girl who started to clench her body tightly. It seemed, the cold air was starting to bother him. Plus, the rippling sound of mosquitoes going back and forth around his face and feet, made him look so pitiful.

Fatwa began to approach the girl who was closing her eyes. For a moment, he covered the girl with his jacket.

"Sleep!" fatwa.

"But, jacket?" said the girl who felt bad if the Fatwa only wore t-shirts. Understand, the air is getting colder.

"I still have a scabbard, really," Fatwa replied, showing him the scabbard he had taken from his backpack

"But that's thin" the girl argued.

"I don't like to be disputed. Sleep on!" The Fatwa again gave the order in a very firm tone.

Finally, the girl closed her eyes again.

The cold air around the forest was getting increasingly hostile. Fatwa saw the girl's body shivering so much. Teeth begin to sound clearly in the ears. For a moment he frowned while observing the thin lips of the girl who was starting to turn blue.

Oh my God .. does he have hypothermia? inner Fatwa.

Not wanting to take a higher risk. Fatwa approached the girl. He grabbed the girl's body and clenched her tightly. He got closer, and he could feel the cold body gradually starting to warm up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be presumptuous. I just wanted to help you. I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you. That's my promise!" fatwa Gumam.

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Morning sunlight began to greet through the cracks of teak leaves are quite lush. Sensing movement, Fatwa opened her eyes. "Why?" fatwa asked, looking at the girl with her pillow face.

"W-what did you do last night? Wh-why can I be in your arms? Did you take a chance on top of my narrowness?" accuse the girl of Fatwa.

Fatwa let go of her embrace. To cover up her nervous feelings, she glared and started to tidy up her things. A moment later, Fatwa lifted the backpack and carried it. Without wanting to answer the question, he simply passed by from before the girl.

It seemed, the girl was not satisfied as she had not yet gotten an answer to the question she had posed to the Fatwa. He then pulled the hand of Fatwa. "What are you doing to me" he yelled, annoyed.

Not wanting to cause any misunderstanding over what happened, Fatwa sighed and stared intently at the girl.

"I was just trying to save your life from hypothermia that was attacking you last night" Fatwa said, shaking her hand and leaving.

For a moment, the girl was only stunned to hear the Fatwa's reply.

Not wanting to make time, they went back on their way. Occasionally Fatwa glanced at the girl who was walking full of fatigue due to her sprained legs. Seeing that, Fatwa felt pity. He then offered to carry her. Unfortunately, the girl refused the Fatwa's offer. It seemed that he did not want to look weak in the eyes of others. Fatwa smiled faintly looking at her stubbornness.

"Hmm, it's very similar to you, An," Fatwa murmured, slowly.

Suddenly, the Fatwa faintly heard her boisterous screams that called out her name as well as the name of the girl.

"You hear that?" ask Fatwa, sharpen her hearing.

The girl looks to nod. "Looks like friends are looking for us, Fat" he said.

"Yes, you're right. Let's find the source of their voices!" The fatwa grabbed the girl's hand. Half-running, he invited the girl to look for the source of the voice.

"Fathya! Restiii! Where are you guys?" a man's voice called their name.

"We, here Ji!" shout Fatwa.

"Chii! Lo where is it? Answer the cave if you hear the sound of the cave!" shouted a woman.

"That's Irma's voice, Fat!" said the girl looked happy.

Fatwa smiled widely. "Yes, you're right! It seemed, the source of his voice was from that direction!" said it.

The Fatwa pointed at a gap blocked by a high weed. He then ran up to her and started to shake the weeds.

"Res! I saw!" shout Fatwa. "Come here!" call her while waving a hand for the girl to get closer.

The girl ran towards Fatwa.

"You saw that!" point the Fatwa towards the swarm of people walking through the path.

"Oh my God, Fat. So the main road is behind this tall grass? It is only fitting that we do not find a way out of it," said the girl while looking at those who were going through the path.

"Yes, you're right. Now, let's go through this weed. I'm sure at the end of there later, we'll find the junction that we passed yesterday," asked Fatwa.She grabbed the girl's tiny hand.

Deg-deg-deg!

His heart rhythm was beating so fast as he clasped tightly onto the girl's hand. Really, a tiny, delicate hand that is able to make the heart of Fatwa fly without wings.

Moments later, Fatwa released my hand to shake the weeds. Increasingly, the voices calling out to them started to sound clear.

"Friends, we're here!" shout Fatwa. Unknowingly, he continued to step away from the girl. With a still sigh, Fatwa arrived before her friends. But

"Loh, where's Chi?" asked Irma who was so surprised to see the Fatwa coming alone.

The deg!

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