My Killer Lecturer's
You you?!

Arriving by the road, I immediately stopped the taxi that was passing in front of the campus. The taxi stopped right in front of me. I immediately opened the car door and landed my butt in the back seat.

"Where, Neng?" ask the taxi driver.

"Just walk first, sir. I'll tell you the location" I replied.

A moment later I reached into the jacket pocket to pull out the phone. I started typing something for that crazy lecturer. Shortly after, my phone rang. When I opened it turned out to be shareloc from that crazy lecturer.

"To this place, sir." I immediately showed you the address I wanted to visit.

"Oh, yes. You know the place, Neng," said the driver.

"Okay, thank you sir" I replied.

I went back to tinkering with the phone to contact Citra.

"Hallo, Brother Chi! Brother where?" ask Citra once the phone is connected.

"Nobody's on the road, Cit. Sori, you can't go home together. There are things you need to take care of now" I replied.

"If you may know, what business, brother?" ask Citra.

"It's about the value of that messy big brother, Cit," I replied.

"Oh, brother so see Fatwa sir?" guess Citra.

"Yes, Cit. Maybe this is the best way. After all, Brother is also curious why the lecturer complicates the value of Brother. You do'ain Brother yes, let the mood tuh lecturer again seneng," said I.

"Surely dong. Jan forgot to bring a hand, brother, let him add a smile," Citra said

"Hmm, good idea, Cit," I replied.

"Hehehe, good luck yes, sister," Citra said.

"OK, thanks. Again, I'm sorry, I can't go home together" I said regretfully

"It's not pa-pa, brother. Anyway, Citra also mo go to the temen house, really," replied Citra.

"Yes, Brother hang up the phone first huh, Cit?" my word.

"OK, Brother .. spirit!" The image encouraged me

I hung up the phone and started leaning my back on the back seat of the car. A moment later, I began to close my eyes, imagining what I should say to the mad lecturer.

Oh my God ... What if he asks for something out of bounds? Should I bring it to the rector? my inner.

I took a breath for a moment. Thinking about it, it made my head even more painful. The shadow of the Fatwa I knew in High School flashed again. Hmm, it feels impossible if the Fatwa will have such an attitude. I know who he is. But times have changed. And do not rule out the possibility if the environment will change a Fatwa Immamuddin who was once alim and polite, now a little gesrek and perverted brained.

"Sir, let's stop at the fruit shop, yeah!" my door to the driver.

"Well, Neng," replied the driver.

I don't know, I suddenly remembered Citra's suggestion to bring a hand. Not the intention of bribing, but consider this as alms only. Who knows, his heart will be stirred when he sees my efforts. Hehe....

The car stopped at a fruit shop. I'm coming down to buy a fruit parcel.

"Please Neng, can anyone help?" greet the fruit-seller mothers, so polite.

"Yes, Mom. I want to buy a fruit parcel, can I?" my many.

"Oh, can Neng. Is it anything?" ask the mother again.

"Anything, ma'am, that's important is complete" I replied.

The mother smiled. Then he ordered his son to make a fruit parcel. Deftly, the young man in his teens was composing fruits. Until within 15 minutes, even a beautiful looking fruit parcel can I bring.

"So how much, Mom?" my many.

"So 250 grand, Neng," said the mother.

I took out my wallet and paid for it. After the transaction, I returned to the car to continue the journey.

In the car, I returned smiling to imagine the crazy lecturer's reaction. I know, he will definitely be bad-minded with my arrival carrying a hand like this. Maybe he'll accuse me of trying to bribe him so he can give me good grades. Bodo is very, very. It's just me and God who know, my intentions.

"Eh, yes, sir. So what's the cost, sir?" ask the taxi driver.

"50 grand, Neng," he answered.

I reached for the change when I bought the fruit parcel. Soon I handed it to the taxi driver.

"Thank you, sir?" my spoken.

"Together, Neng," the driver replied.

I immediately got out of the car and stared at the writing in front of my eyes. My forehead was slightly wrinkled as I read the letter by letter plastered there.

Handalusia Apartment, loh .. is not this the Yudhis mas apartment? my inner.

For a moment I was fixated on staring at the towering gadung that had dozens of floors. Yes, this is Yudhis's apartment. I remember because I visited this apartment a few times. Hmm, is it possible that he lives with Yudhis. Cook it, anyway? But, maybe also. He was still the younger brother of his cousin Yudhis. Ah, come in.

I entered the lobby of that apartment. A moment later, I approached the receptionist there to show the card lock once given by the mad lecturer.

"Good day, how can I help you?" the receptionist asked as soon as she saw me standing in front of her.

"Ah yes, Ma'am. My friend gave me this key. Do you know the unit number of this key?" ask me while showing the card lock.

"Before a minute, I check first, Ma'am," replied the receptionist. Shortly after, the beautiful receptionist handed the keys back.

"This key is for room number 405 which is on the 21st floor, on behalf of Mr. Yudhistira," the receptionist replied in full.

I was stunned when the receptionist said the name of mas Yudhis. Ish, why did that crazy lecturer give you the keys to Yudhis's apartment? Fix, he must be one room with Yudhis mas.

After saying thank you, I immediately took the elevator to the 21st floor. All the way down the corridor to Yudhis's room, my feelings became more and more uncomfortable. I don't know, I'm like a woman who's about to cheat. Suddenly, I felt guilty for Yudhis.

Forgive Chi, Mas. Chi didn't mean to betray you. Precisely Chi does all this for the sake of the smoothness of our intentions in realizing this relationship. Chi promised, after Chi's affair with the mad lecturer was completed, Chi would tell the truth about who Chi and Fatwa were in the past. You take it easy mas, Chi will definitely be able to solve this problem and realize our dream to get to the bottom as soon as Chi passes, my inner self.

Arriving at the door of the apartment, I immediately attached the key, a second later the door opened.

"Excuse me! Assalamu'alaikum!" I stood at the door and said my regards. However, until a few minutes I waited, the answer from inside I never got.

"Excuse me!" Once again I say hello, but there is still no word. Tired of standing up, I decided to enter the room. Huh, I realize I'm really disrespectful, but I have no other choice. The people who passed by in the corridor of the floor, were already like netizens who had the level of clumsiness like gods.

I was about to land my butt on the chair, but I vaguely heard a strange noise from the room.

"Well, yeah .. like that, baby...!"

The subtle sound that was accompanied by a long cry really attracted my attention to get closer.

"Hmm .. You're getting smarter. Aaah .. enjoy, dear ... uuuuh...."

"Astaghfirullah, that voice?" my inner.

Out of curiosity, I started peeking out of the keyhole. Ish, why isn't it visible? Actually, is there anyone in the room? I'm back on monologue.

I slowly pressed the door handle. Luckily, the door was unlocked, I opened it a little to see what was going on in the room.

A second after the door opened, my chest rumbled quickly to see the hot action performed by the two different types of people.

"Ma-mas, I said. But, who is the woman who is moving up and down rhythmically on the innocent body of the Yudhis mas.

"Yes, Mas .. I'm tired ...."

Jedarr!

I was so surprised to hear that voice.

Brakk!

My hand that began to feel weak, immediately dropped the parcel of fruit that I wanted to present to the mad lecturer.

Seeing the commotion I made, the couple who were mixing love turned to me

"You?!"

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