My Killer Lecturer's
Sequestered

"Huff!" Fatwa let out her breath violently. A moment later, he looked at me sharply. "I thought you would forgive me after knowing all the truth" Fatwa said coldly.

I looked back at Fatwa. "Don't misunderstand me, Fat. I have forgiven you for a long time. So, I don't think we need to bring up the past anymore. The past, let it pass. We open a new leaf, "I answered, trying to give understanding to the Fatwa.

"Even though you know if I love you?" ask Fatwa again.

I'm silent.

The fatwa approached and crouched down in front of me. He grabbed both of my hands and held them tightly. "I love you so much, Res. Yep! I admit .. I originally liked you because you reminded me of the late Anna. But, as time went on, I don't know since when your shadow always accompanied my steps. I don't know since when, the sense of wanting to have more it appears. Not only do I want you to be my friend, but I also want you to be my life partner. Forever, Res... forever," said Fatwa.

I stared at the Fatwa. There was a sense of tightness in my chest as I heard all his confessions. "Why don't you fight for me if you love me. Maybe, if at that time I knew your predicament, we could come together to find a way out. But you...? You'd rather hurt each other's feelings than try to express each other's feelings" I said.

Yes, my heart aches when I realize that unknowingly, circumstances have hurt our feelings for each other.

Fatwa grabbed my hand and kissed it at a glance. "I'm sorry, Res" he said.

Not wanting to get too caught up in the atmosphere, I pulled my hand from the grasp of Fatwa. Don't apologize anymore, Fat. Everything has passed. Let's just say we never knew each other. I'm sure, gradually we can forget all those feelings" I said.

"Can't!" As soon as Fatwa stood up to hear me say, "i cannot forget all my race. Do you know, all these years I've been lamenting my misfortune. All those years I lived in your memories, until everyone thought I was insane. How can you ask me to forget you. No, Res! It's not that easy!" The fatwa started screaming. Rays of anger were clearly emanating in both of his eyes.

Instantly my courage shrieked to see the change in the Fatwa.

Brugh!

The fatwa is holding my body tightly. "Don't do this to me, Res ..don't!" the whisper is bitter in my ear.

My heart cries at the change in the Fatwa. For a moment, like a hungry lion, a little soft as a kitten. His unpredictable attitude makes him a stranger to me.

I raised both my hands to return Fatwa's embrace. Trying to give him strength. "I beg you, Fat, don't be like this. Don't take my step again. Right now, my status is that of someone's future wife. And that person is your own cousin's brother. Please understand!' my whiskey.

"No! I will not let you go! I don't want to be parted with you anymore!" The fatwa clenched my body more tightly, making me find it difficult to breathe.

"Fat, my chest is tight!" my spoken.

Instantly the Fatwa let go of her embrace. He looked at me full of gentleness. "I beg you, let him go for me" said Fatwa.

"It's not like that's the correct sentence, Fat. But let me go for him. Maybe we're not a match, because that's too much of a hurdle in our relationship" I replied as gently as possible. I don't want to hurt my future husband's feelings with this selfishness.

"No! I'm sure we can get through that hurdle. I just need your answer? Do you still love me? Tell me you still love me, after that, we'll face all the obstacles. We will together pass through every pebble and thorn in our lives together. Please tell me if you love me!" racau Fatwa looked at me sharply.

"But, M. Yudhis? Bagaima–"

"Judek... Yudhis... Yudhis...! Fuck bang Yudhis!"

Fatwa yelled cutting my sentence. Then he brought his face closer. Her ear touched my lips. "I don't want your little lips to say that name again" Fatwa said, sweeping my lips.

"Yes! Right, sweetie .. Your lips can only call my name. It's just my name you'll always say, Res. Just me!" fatwa is full of emphasis.

His face drew closer until a warm breath hit my face. His forehead began to stick to my forehead. A gaze full of tenderness made my heart beat irregularly.

"I-I beg Fat, don't be like this" I whispered softly. My breath hunted incoherently finding her warm lips stuck to the right corner of my lips.

"Say you love me. You love me so much. Right, right?" said again.

"Fat.. a-I can't...! Ma-mas Yudhis ... Aww!"

I didn't think the Fatwa could be rude. He pushed my body when I mentioned the name of Yudhis.

"I told you not to mention Yudhis before me! Do you think your Yudhis is a saint, huh?" Fatwa yelled at me. "Originally you know, Res. Yudhis has lied to you. He's been cheating on you behind your back. Do you know that, huh?" snapped Fatwa.

My knees shook at the Fatwa's words about Yudhis. Nah! It is impossible for Yudhis to do that. There's no way Yudhis's cheating on me behind my back. I know very well how Yudhis struggled to gain my trust first. My heart denies all the Fatwa's words.

The fatwa came back to me. He gripped both my shoulders. "Conscious, Res! Yudhis is not a good man. He has betrayed all your trust" Fatwa said furiously.

"Ish...." I grimaced as the tip of Fatwa's fingernails touched my skin. "You're crazy, Fat!" I shouted and kicked the man's groin until it fell. As much as I could, I ran towards the main door.

Hup!

My pace was losing fast with his movements. So that in a few steps he managed to catch my wrist. Not wanting to give a pause, Fatwa dragged me into a room.

Bugh!

He threw me in the body until I fell on the bed. I did not get up yet, Fatwa came out and locked the room from the outside.

I was stunned to see his brutal demeanor in an instant. I ran towards the door and pressed the handle. Locked, inner.

Dug-dug-dug!

I banged the door of the room with all my might. "Fattva! Open door! You can't do all this! Open Fatwa! You can't keep me in this place! Open it!" I screamed loudly while continuing to bang on the door of the room. However, there was no response I heard from outside.

Brugh!

My body was falling at the door. My chest feels tight. The Fatwa I know today is much different from the Fatwa of my old high school friends. There was no more Fatwa, the cold man who had the eagle's eye, the man who was so firm and straightforward when delivering religious materials. All I saw was a selfish and temperamental Fatwa.

I started to clench my knees tightly. The tightness of my chest. God, what am I supposed to do now?

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