My Killer Lecturer's
Wanna Go Home

I've been in this place for almost a week. I don't even know what the outside world looks like right now. For almost a week I was locked up, the crazy lecturer was not even I know the nose stem.

All the necessities, my food stamps are available in this house. Even a middle-aged maid was sent by the killer lecturer to accompany and serve me. Unfortunately, the housekeeper he sent had a breakdown in speaking. So I can't communicate well with him.

Castle, I call this ancient house a castle where a princess is locked up. Like the story in the bedtime story when I was a kid. Sometimes my head throbbed at the thought of the people around me who must have been frantically looking for me. However, there is nothing I can do. My cell phone battery's been running out since the Fatwa brought me here, and he didn't give me a chance to tell anyone.

Sometimes I grieve the man's attitude. However, even though he kept me in a room this big, I still couldn't hate that man. It was possible, there were a lot of injuries he had gone through, so he could turn 180 degrees.

"Have your master not come yet?" I asked the middle-aged woman Fatwa sent me to my table.

"Mbs.. Mbe-hum, Hon-na," the woman replied.

"Huff!"

I took a rough breath, it's been almost a week, and he never gave me any news. Crazy one! You crazy man, I'm in the heart. I looked back at the middle-aged woman who was arranging food at a small table.

"Hon-na, ma-mahanngan hu-huh hi-hiap," he said stuttering. In addition to his voice, his speech was not smooth.

"Tell your master, if in 1 x 24 hours he doesn't come, then I won't touch any food!" my threat.

"Hba-bahik, Hon-na .. ta-but hse-hse-hahang you ha-harush hma-eat," he said.

Ish, I was getting confused by what he said, but when his hand pointed at the food, I understood. Maybe he's telling me to eat right now.

"I'm not hungry. Just leave it there, I'll eat, "I replied.

"That's it, Hon-na," he said as he exited the room.

"Can you not lock me up from the outside?" I asked after the woman closed the door.

"Forgive Hon-na, hi-hini pehekuhan tu-tuan," replied the woman.

Back I could only snort angrily cursing at the man.

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Time keeps passing. By noon, the woman came back to my room. As usual, he carried a tray containing my lunch along with fruit. The woman was stunned for a moment when she saw that my breakfast was still intact.

"You're not hma-no, Hon-na?" asked the woman to look at me.

"I'm not hungry" answered Judes.

"Hnta-but hkau .. bi-can ha-kit," he said again.

"I don't care! Anyway I won't touch any food before your master comes. Point!" I pulled the blanket over my face. A few minutes later, the door was locked from the outside.

Why, Fat ... Why are you doing this to me? You said you loved me, but why did you lock me up and leave me in a room this big. I began to lament my situation. Unknowingly, tears began to melt on both of my cheeks.

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By midnight, I was awake because my stomach was hungry. For a moment I glanced at the small table where the woman was storing food. I frowned when I saw the saji hood on the table. Out of curiosity, I got up and set my feet near the table.

I opened the blue hood. There was a lot of food prepared last night by the woman. I gulped at the variety of food that looked good. However, due to a sense of prestige that was too high, I finally closed the food back using a hood. I snorted in annoyance and returned to my bed.

I pulled the blanket back to my chest. The air tonight is quite cold, plus the speck of rain is still heard out there. I closed my eyes again regardless of stomach still rumbling.

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I heard the chirping of the sparrows that kept each other simple. I started to blink my eyes. "Ish, why is it so painful" I muttered as I was about to raise my right hand that felt numb. I glanced and was so surprised to find a hose of infusion around my hand.

I started to spread my eyes. The walls of the room were white around the room. I frowned, "It seems like this is not the room I was in yesterday. Ish where am I?" gumanku.

Without me noticing, a nurse was entering my room.

"Thank God, thank God you're conscious" the nurse said, checking the infusion in her pouch.

"Where am I?" I asked the nurse.

"You're in the hospital. It looks like you are dehydrated to unconsciousness. It's a good thing your husband brought you here right away" the nurse said at length.

I frowned. "Husband?" my germs.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Suddenly a strong man entered my room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" The nurse answered his greetings. A moment later, his smile expanded upon seeing the man.

"Alhamdulillah, your wife is conscious" replied the nurse.

"Hhh, thank goodness then. Last night, I was really anxious" Fatwa said.

"Not to worry. Your wife is just dehydrated which makes her body weak" the nurse said.

"Oh, is that so, sus?" fatwa.

The nurse nodded. "alright, Sir. I live first. Please accompany your wife" said the nurse.

Fatwa smiled and nodded. After the nurse left, she approached me.

"Why did you do that, Res?" tanya Fatwa sat in the waiting chair.

I just kept quiet. I'm really mad at him. It appears Fatwa sighed while rubbing my hair lovingly.

"She said, you haven't touched your food since morning. Wh why? Is the food bad?" Fatwa again asked with a very subtle tone and speech.

I looked at him sharply. "Why did you leave me in that place alone? Do you know if I'm just like your prisoner, huh? Why do you always hurt my feelings?" I started to get emotional. I couldn't stand all the man's attitude and selfishness. Unable to stem the feeling, I finally could only sob.

Fatwa approached me, she started wiping away my tears. "I'm sorry, yesterday I had to go to Bandung for five days to attend a seminar. My schedule was so busy during the seminar there, that I forgot to let you know. I'm sorry" said Fatwa.

I didn't heed her apology. My body was shaking more and more, my tears were still breaking. I really can't stand all this.

"Sst, calm down, Res .. please calm down. Now that I'm home, I promise I won't leave you again" Fatwa said, wiping away my tears.

"I-I want to go home, Fat. I miss my mom, I want to go home...."

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