My Killer Lecturer's
Need some entertainment

I was stunned as soon as I arrived outside. A man stood his back, a few meters from the front door of the teacher's room. Judging from his posture, I am sure that it is not Yudhis. Instantly, I stopped my sentence.

For a while, I started to catch my breath. I don't know, meeting that guy always makes my blood pressure go up. When I've mastered the emotion, I approach it.

"Why did you come here?" I don't want to look him in the face.

Silent. The man did not answer my question. He just looks. The tip of my eye catches if he's looking at me.

"You're deaf, huh? Why did you come to Res's workplace?" I'm just getting more and more upset.

Only the twitching of his forehead came back I saw from the corner of my eye. I let out a breath. And staring. "Hey! Res is the same to you! Why did you come here? Get Res?" my more anxious looking at the cold man's silent attitude.

"Oh, are you talking about me?" The man asked with an innocent face.

"Whatever else is here besides the two of us" I snorted, annoyed.

"Oh, I thought you were talking to the street. You're talking about it while you're on the street, anyway!" I joke about that cold guy.

Haish .. since when is a guy doyan guy, usually also always serious, my inner.

"Ish, you're sensitive to napa?" I'm more and more annoyed by the man's behavior.

"When you look at the other person, don't stare at the street. Do you want to be considered a lunatic for talking to yourself?" said the cold man.

Eerg!! Both my hands were itching to strangle her neck

"Easy! Res doesn't have much time to relieve a stressed person like you. Now say! Why did you come here?" I asked back

"Fetch you!" said the man.

"Ish, sori yes! Mas Yudhis will pick up Res. So, you go back. What's in here too? Just make the clear sky turn cloudy!" sindirku. I turned around to go to the teacher's room again.

"Bang Yudhis won't pick you up!" shouted the man who immediately stopped my steps. I turned back and looked at him.

"Not be surprised like that. From now on, you should get used to not relying on bang Yudhis. Because now, bang Yudhis is busy managing the project as his secretary," cried the cold man.

"What do you mean?" I asked, staring inexplicably at him.

"If you don't believe it, call your beloved Yudhis!" challenge Fatwa.

Because I was curious about Yudhis who had recently started to change, I took my phone out of my blazer pocket and started calling my future husband. For a few moments, the phone is connected.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Chi!" greet Yudhis on the other end of the phone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Just where, Mom? Not long?" my Cehcar to mas Yudhis.

"You mean, Yang?" Yudhis turned to me.

I patted the eel myself, thinking, is it possible that he forgot his promise?

"Hallo, Honey! Hello! Are you still there?" I heard Yudhis screaming a little on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I'm still, Mas" I replied lethargic.

"What are you doing, Mom? Anything important? We'll talk at home, yeah. Later tonight, I'll go home. Yes it is, dear. Go to the meeting first!"

Tut-tut-tut!

Without waiting for my answer and explanation, Yudhis hung up.

"Hhh." I took a breath for a moment. I don't know why I feel hurt when Yudhis doesn't listen to me. I wanted to get home and shed all the tears that started to pool.

Without me noticing, the cold man wiped the two corners of my eyes that had runny with the tip of his thumb. "Don't drop your tears for a male bastard like him!" said gently.

I looked at him with anger. "He's not a bastard. He's very respectable and not a psychopath like you!" kapaku.

I heard the man breathing. "Well, when are you going to be here? It's been very late afternoon. Your mother will be worried about her daughter who hasn't come home yet. Come on, I'll take you home now!" take the man along and open the car door.

Fatwa started to drive her vehicle. Along the way, only silence accompanied our journey. Until without me knowing, Fatwa stopped his car at a night market that just opened this afternoon.

"Well, why are we here?" many wonder.

"Comfort you," the man replied casually as he opened the car door.

The fatwa goes out around the front of the car. "Come out, we'll play around for a second!" He began to give orders.

"Ish, don't want to! Res mo home, tired!" whinek.

"Come on!" Fatwa opened the car door and grabbed my hand. Inevitably, I got out of Fatwa's car.

"Come on, we're riding the ring!" ask him after closing the car door.

"Ck, Res is not a child, Fat!" I clucked in annoyance at his invitation.

"I know, but you're in need of entertainment right now. Come on!" Fatwa's grabbing my shoulder. Half-run, he led me into the middle of the room.

The atmosphere in the night market that is usually open after this stock, so crowded. Many mothers plied pot stands and other furniture. There are also young mothers who are playing with their children. And no less interesting. Many ABG pairs to adulthood, back and forth in the market that night.

"Ticket's two Bangs!" fatwa said to the ticket keeper.

"Okay, Boss!" The man who was about the same age as us immediately tore off two tickets and handed them to the Fatwa.

"So how much, Bang?" ask Fatwa again.

"20 grand, Boss!" replied the guard.

"Now! Take it back," said Fatwa handed him a piece of money 50 thousands.

"Wooh! This windfall .. thanks, Boss!" The ticket guard looks happy to receive a bonus from Fatwa.

The cold man simply smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "The real work, jan forgot to pray!" the message to the ticket guard.

"Ready, boss!" replied the guard.

Shortly after, we walked in and stood in line at the end of the iron door.

While in line, accidentally the corner of my eye saw a mother-mother selling cotton candy. "Uuh, the cake is really good," I muttered, subconsciously.

Fatwa looked up and followed me. "Wait here!" the message while running somewhere.

"Tung–" I was about to prevent him, but he went missing in the crowd. Finally I could only throw my breath away violently.

The line started moving. One by one, the visitors who were about to ride the reanglala began to climb into their respective seats. I was still wandering around looking for the existence of that tall man. It's my turn, then,

"Good, Ma'am!" the doorkeeper's orders.

"Attent, Mas. I'll wait for my friend first" I replied.

"Oh, yes. All right then," said the guard.

A few minutes passed, until finally the screams behind me started to sound.

"Come on dong, Ma'am. Where is the theme, here! Very long, we also, 'kan mo rose," said one visitor.

"Yes, Mommy!" the other timpal.

"If not, mending Mbaknya move first, deh. Wait for the meeting!" ask for other visitors.

I let out my breath. "Comforting what, it's embarrassing me, instead" I murmured. Just as I was about to step out of line, suddenly...

"Tarraaaa.....!"

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