My Killer Lecturer's
Puzzle Again

I screamed loudly without seeing the name of the caller. Just as I wanted to hang up the phone, suddenly the foreign voice boomed deafeningly.

"Don't close!" said it.

I kept the phone away from my ear, and glanced at the name on the screen. "Lecturer crazy," I murmured. I came back to say the killer lecturer.

"Sorry, Res doesn't know if you're on the phone" I said.

"When the phone comes in, look at the id name first" the man sounded very upset.

"Yes-yes, sorry," I replied humblingly. "So, what's the phone at this hour?" many, protest.

"I want to take you somewhere. Be ready in 10 minutes. I've been waiting for you downstairs" said the mad lecturer.

"What?! Jan messed with you, Fat?" my peek.

"Where am I messing around. If you don't believe me, go to the window and look at me downstairs!" fatwa Command.

Look, I followed the crazy lecturer's orders. As I opened the window curtain, it appeared that the tall, sturdy man was waving his hand. Ish, shit, my inner.

"Yes, wait a minute. I change clothes first" I said. Soon after, I turned off the phone. Before I got up from the window, my mother looked at the killer. Huh, sucks!

I went to the bathroom to refresh my brain. Faced with the sableng lecturer, must have an extra cold and clear mind. His changing attitude like a chameleon, can sometimes make us eat ati.

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"Hmm, you are 10 minutes late from the appointed time, Miss," said the lecturer as soon as I arrived before her. For a moment he glanced at the clock that was coiling on his wrist.

"That's it, no need to discuss. This is Res's house, not the college. And right now, you are a guest of Res, not a lecturer of Resti," I said.

My mom smiled at our interaction. "Yes, I live first, son Fatwa" said Mama.

"Wait a minute, ma'am," said Fatwa.

"Yes, why, son?" mama asked as she scrunched her forehead.

"Fatwa wants permission to take Resti somewhere. Did Mom allow it?" ask the teacher so politely.

Mom smiled. "Of course, go ahead, son. Just get back in one piece," joked Mama.

"Silence, Mom. Aman.." - Fatwa.

Mama smiled, she then left us in the living room.

"Are you ready?" tanya Fatwa glanced at me.

"Actually, where are we going, anyway?" I'm a little upset.

"Here you go, just follow it!" take Fatwa and take my hand.

"Eitz! No. hold-hold!" Not muhrim!" tukasku while shaking off the hand of Fatwa. A moment later, I passed through the Fatwa just like that.

It was seen that the tall man only smiled while shaking his head at my words. He then walked after me.

Fatwa preceded me to open the car door. "Please come in, Miss!" he said politely while bowing his body.

"What the hell, Fat. Gelaay..!"'s search...!" I said, imitating the sentence of the artist who is trending among young people.

The fatwa just chuckled as it ran round towards the steering door. After sitting in front of his wheel, he then started the car engine and drove it.

I don't know where he's taking me. All I know is that the road we walked through looked strange in my eyes. I glanced at Fatwa to ask. However, it appears that the Fatwa is focusing on driving. I ignored my intentions and could only remain silent. Silence happened along the way.

After crossing the city border, Fatwa pulled over her car in a building that looked like a hospital. At first glance, I read the signboard that was plastered in front of the building. "Bina Kasih Kasih Foundation," muramku.

I looked at the cold man. "What place is this, Fat? And, what are we here for?" my many.

I'm back to ask. But, I saw someone who was leading a girl, approaching the car and tapping on the windowpanes in the steering wheel.

Fatwa presses the power windows to open the car glass. Instantly I was stunned as the woman opened her glasses.

"Sorry, it has kept you waiting for a long time" the woman said politely.

"It's okay, I just came, too" replied Fatwa.

"Good day, Mom. How are you?" asked the woman with a friendly smile.

"I-I'm good," I replied stammered as I was still in shock at the woman's appearance.

"Yes, we should go in now" said Fatwa.

The woman smiled and nodded. A moment later, he stayed away from the car and waited for us in front of the gate of the Bina Kasih Foundation.

Although feeling confused, but I still follow the call of the Fatwa to go down. A moment later, we arrived at the gate.

"We're in now, sir?" ask the woman.

The fatwa moves her hand forward as a gesture for the woman to enter first.

"Come, Honey!" take the woman to a child about five years old.

Fatwa took my hand, peddling me to walk to follow the woman. When we arrived in front of the foundation office, the woman came to see us.

"Say, we were told to wait in the park, sir," he said.

"Oh, yes, I have. Come on, let's go to the park" replied the Fatwa.

Back the woman walked in front towards the park.

For a moment I looked at the man who was holding my hand and asked. "Fat, isn't that Sandra?" my many.

Fatwa. "You think?"

Huh, it sucks ..the man asked me back.

"His face looks like Sandra's, but it looks different" I replied.

Yes, this woman is very similar to Sandra. It's just that, the way she dresses is very closed, even though she doesn't wear a hijab. And the makeup is pretty natural too. Not menor like Sandra, the secretary of Yudhis.

As soon as we arrived at the park. The woman sat down and held her child. Every now and then, he spread his gaze as if he was looking for something. His face looks so anxious. While the child, he was still fun to play the doll that he had brought.

Fatwa and I sat side by side right in front of the woman.

"What do you see these endings in the company?" ask Fatwa to the woman.

"Sorry, Sir. Actually, I have resigned from the company" replied the woman.

"Oh."

That is all that comes out of the mouth of the Fatwa. I'm not understanding what they're talking about. My curiosity is soaring. But I refuse to ask. I felt, maybe what they were talking about had nothing to do with me at all. What I don't understand, why did that crazy lecturer bring me here?

Suddenly, the boy began to whine at the woman who looked like Sandra. He was getting bored with his toys.

"Tante, Ica want a picture," whined the little boy.

The aunt took out a pencil and a drawing book. He then handed the two items over to his nephew. With a cheerful face, the child received the objects and began to draw.

Something started to draw my attention from the way the boy drew. Kidal .. hmm, it seems like he is the type of child who is used to doing movements using the left hand. I smiled too. It was as if I was looking at Yudhis who was writing with his left hand. Suddenly...

"Bang Yudhis!"

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