My Killer Lecturer's
Go home

For a moment, Fatwa silently heard my wish. But seeing that I couldn't stop the tears, she finally relented.

"Well, we'll be home soon after you're healthy" Fatwa said, stroking my cheek gently.

I looked at him, "Promise?" my many.

Fatwa stretched out her little finger. "Promise!" answer Fatwa.

Shortly after, a nurse entered the room carrying a tray. "Excuse me, Sir! It's breakfast for Mom" the nurse handed the food box to the Fatwa.

"Thank you," answered the short Fatwa, his hand outstretched to take the food box.

"Together, then, please excuse me, sir. Come!" The nurse told Fatwa.

Fatwa just nodded in response to the nurse's remark. He turned his eyes back to me.

"Eat now, Res!" fatwa said as she opened the lid of the lunch box.

I shook my head, weak. My longing for my mother and the stomach ulcer that was afflicting me, made me have absolutely no appetite to eat.

"Say she's going home?" tanya Fatwa is a little teasing.

"What connection?" I asked back while pursing my lips.

"Yes, there is." replied Fatwa while stirring clear vegetables so that it cool immediately.

"What?" I started to get caught up in the cold guy's talk.

"Home home, 'it will take some energy too, '" replied Fatwa casually.

Hmm, it makes sense too, anyway. I started to get up and sit on the back of the bed. A moment later, I extended my right hand.

"Well?" tanya Fatwa who slightly frowned when she saw me extend a hand before her.

"Say tell me to eat, yes Res wants to eat, lah," I said a little annoyed with the attitude of Fatwa.

"Already, let me take a bribe" said Fatwa, still holding her lunchbox.

"Res can be alone!" ketus.

"Enough yes, Res .. I don't want to argue anymore. Follow me, or we're not going home at all!" fatwa, firmly.

Back nyaliku shriveled to see the gaze of his eyes that seemed to want to pounce. Finally, I follow all Fatwa orders. Patently, the man fed me. It felt, like going back in time, unconsciously my tears filled my eyes to see the man full of water.

'When can I go home, Fat?" I ventured to open the conversation.

the cold man still seemed busy fanning the vegetables to cool immediately.

"Fats...." I whine, calling him.

Sontak Fatwa looked up as soon as he heard my whining. "Yes, why Res?" tanyakanya.

"no, .. You're not focused!" accuse me of being upset that the Fatwa is being indifferent.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm trying to cool your food. Yes, sorry if you lack focus on you," said Fatwa.

I just kept quiet as a form of protest.

Looking at my residence, Fatwa finally stopped her activities. "All right, now I'm gonna focus on listening to you. What do you want to ask?" fatwa looked at me.

"When can I go home?" I asked the same thing again.

"Later, wait for the doctor's visit first" replied Fatwa.

I'm nodding. A second later, he came back to feed me. After a few minutes, the food was finally gone. The fatwa kept the food box and poured water into the glass. He handed the glass to me.

I took it and started to drink the water. After eating, I turned my face up and began to imagine my mother's shady face. "Ma, Brother misses mom," I murmured inwardly.

At 10 a.m., the doctor's visit begins. I can't wait for my turn to come home soon.

"Good morning, sir, Mom!" greet the very beautiful young doctor.

"Good morning, Doc! Fatwa answered the doctor very coldly.

At first, the young doctor smiled as soon as he saw Fatwa. However, a split second later, the smile disappeared as it looked at me who was lying on the bed.

The doctor was very surprised to hear the Fatwa question. For a moment, he looked at me.

I who got such a look, was annoyed with his gaze, I could only look back at Fatwa.

"How's it?" Fatwa asked again.

"Eh, a moment .. sa-I check first!"

The young doctor looked nervous as he examined me. Shortly after, he removed his stethoscope.

"Alhamdulillah, your condition has improved. Today we can go home" said the young doctor.

I smiled, immeasurably happy when I heard the news. Contrary to the attitude of Fatwa that still seems cold.

"Thank God" I said.

The doctor smiled kindly. "Congratulations on her wedding. I always wait for an invitation from him. But apparently, he married secretly" said the young doctor, extending his hand.

I could only hear the young doctor's words. But, I received a helping hand even though I did not understand the direction of the young doctor's conversation. After shaking hands, the doctor came out of my room.

After he came out, I stared intently at him. "Can you explain what all this means?" I asked the cold guy.

Fatwa approached and sat down on the bedside chair. Both hands he folds in front of his chest. "His name is Nisha, a medical schoolboy. He was one of my students when I taught at one of the city's campuses" Fatwa said.

I understood his words immediately. "Is he your lover?" manya curious.

"Almost," replied the Fatwa briefly.

"Uuh, you little guy. He said love, but he was a little careless to turn away," I murmured softly. I don't know, hearing that the young doctor had a past with the Fatwa, made my heart feel uneasy.

"Are you jealous?" The fatwa who heard my mumbling was seen teasing me.

"Ish, jan ge'er you!" quickly concluded.

The cold man just shook his head looking at my attitude.

Shortly after the young doctor left, a nurse came in charge of releasing my infusion.

"Let's wait here for a minute, I'll go to the administration first" Fatwa said.

I also nodded.

"Mother's husband is good, huh? It's good, handsome again" said the nurse.

I just smiled in response to the nurse opening the infusion needle in my hand.

After a few minutes, the Fatwa came back. "Are you ready?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding. He then grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me out.

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Towards the asar, the car we were riding in arrived in front of my house. Mom came out to welcome us.

"Alhamdulillah, Brother ... you finally came home too," said the mother, holding me.

"Yes, Ma. Forgive Brother for not informing Mama" I said, feeling sinful.

"It's okay. Being an assistant lecturer is like that risk, sister. Must be on alert whenever the boss rules. Fortunately Nak Fatwa is so good to convey your message to Mama," said Mama.

I just stared at my dumb mom. Ish, I don't know what the crazy lecturer wrote that mom said that.

"Well, let's go in, kid!" bring your mama to us.

All the way into the house, I stared intently at the Fatwa who could only grimly hear my mother's words.

"Oh, yes, Brother. Why didn't Yudhis take you home?" ask mama.

Me and Fatwa could only look at each other at my mother's words.

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