My Killer Lecturer's
Remembering the Past

I was quite surprised to hear Aunt Amara's request. But I don't want to disappoint him. For a moment, I looked at my mom. It appears that if he nods his head as a signal that he will allow me to meet with Yudhis.

"To be in a relationship again, it feels like Chi won't be able to, Auntie. Forgive Chi," I said lowered my head.

Aunt Amara held both my hands. "It's okay, Auntie can understand that, son," said Aunt Amara.

"To visit Yudhis ... later, if there is time, Chi must have visited Yudhis, Tan," I replied without hesitation.

"Yes, thank you, son" said Aunt Amara. After he finished saying his point, Aunt Amara, came home.

"Kok, you're responding to Aunt Amara's request, anyway?" said Fatwa who seems to object I met mas Yudhis in prison.

"No pa-pa, Fat. Honestly, Res could not refuse aunt Amara's request," I replied.

"Hmm, it's always like that" murmured Fatwa.

My mother smiled at our discussion. "Of course, don't argue anymore. You better take a break, brother, "mama said to me.

"Ma, hungry.." I whine.

"Well, you haven't eaten yet?" ask mama.

"Udah, but the hospital food, right, not delicious," I said spoiled.

"Make jan sick if you want to eat well," said Fatwa.

I just flicked my lips in response to the words of Fatwa.

"Well, what do you want to eat, let Mama buy it in the cafeteria. Uh, but there's no dietary abstinence, is there, Nak Fatwa?" ask my mother about Fatwa.

"No, Ma. No food is prohibited by the doctor, really," replied Fatwa.

"Well, what do you want to eat, baby. Let Mama buy it" said Mama again.

"Silver want rice padang added rendang, telor balado, perkedel sama sambal ijo baaanyaaak really," said I excited.

"Wuidiih .. healed first, Neng, just ate so," said Fatwa.

"Mamaaaa...." I whined, not accepting the Fatwa's words.

"Emang really said Nak Fatwa, Brother must recover first, can only eat rice padang," said mama.

"Ih, you guys are .. cruel!" Instantly I pursed my lips to hear my mother was defending the Fatwa's speech.

"Yes, let me buy it. But don't worry, yeah!" fatwa. "Mom would you like to pack some rice in the field, so would you?" ask Fatwa.

"May, my Fatwa boy," replied Mama.

"Ray wants to, Bang, too" Rayya said.

Everyone looked towards the door.

"Thyou here, come instead of saying hello, instead ask for rice paddocks. Not that polite," grumbled mama.

Rayya looked grim as she entered the room. "Hehehe, assalamu'alaikum everything!" greet Rayya.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" answer me, mama and Fatwa in unison.

"Yes, I go first" said Fatwa.

"Well, thank you, my Fatwa boy," said Mama.

Fatwa just nodded as she left us. After the Fatwa left, Rayya rushed towards me. Then he hugged me.

"Ah Brother, Ray is very much the same as Brother," said Rayya.

"Yes, Deck. My brother misses you too" I said.

We finally told each other. Mama and Rayya were shocked when I told them about Yudhis past. I think they already know everything from the Fatwa. But as it turns out, the Fatwa is not the type of person who always takes a chance on the narrowness. If he wanted to, he could have told them about the ugliness of Yudhis in front of Mama and Rayya, so that they would have more sympathy for the Fatwa. But that's not what he did. The Fatwa was silent and appreciated all my decisions. Hmm, again he managed to make me amazed at his attitude.

"Eits, where are you going?" asked Fatwa who was astonished when I was about to take a bottle of intravenous fluids.

"Res mo eat with you guys," I whine.

"Yes, wait there. I want to serve this food first" said Fatwa.

I complied and sat back down with my back. I saw the Fatwa take out the food she was carrying out of a plastic bag. When he finished, he approached me.

Fatwa grabbed the infusion bottle and held it. Patently, he helped me get out of bed. But, seeing my distress stand up finally Fatwa is anxious herself.

"Hold it!" edict Fatwa while holding out the bottle of infusion to me.

I don't understand, but I took that thing. I stared in wonder at the Fatwa who was not sure what to do. Turns out...

Hup!

She's carrying me in bridal style. I was quite surprised and wanted to protest. But, it seems like Fatwa knows my intentions.

"Your feet haven't been able to move much. So no more protesting" said Fatwa.

I just kept quiet with my face flushed like an apple.

Arriving at the sofa, Fatwa immediately dropped me off on the sofa. He then opened a packet of rice and handed it to me. After that, we ate together accompanied by a funny story from him and Rayya. Hmm, it seems like the two people are very compact in making funny stories. So that my mother laughs curled up.

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It's getting late afternoon. Mama and Rayya, who still have activities in the future, are prohibited from staying at the hospital by Fatwa.

"But, Son Fatwa ... Mom is not good. Every night, Fatwa boy who waits for Brother. Let it be Mother's and Rayya's turn to wait for Brother" said Mama.

"It's okay, Mom. I happen to be on leave for a few days. While Mother, right, still have to work on catering orders. And Rayya, I don't want Rayya's college interrupted because of this," replied Fatwa.

Mom smiled. "Yes, it's up to you if you don't mind."

My mother approached me and sat down next to me. "Sister, Mama and your sister go first, yeah. Hopefully soon healed, so we can gather again," said mama.

I can't say anything more. I could only nod at what my mother said. After the taxi Rayya ordered came, they left me with Fatwa at this hospital.

"Come, I'll help you back in bed. Let you rest" said Fatwa

I nodded and extended my hand. Fatwa smiled mysteriously at my behavior. "Billing, right, carried the same cold eagle-eyed man" whispered Fatwa in my ear.

I was stunned to hear the words of Fatwa. That was my nickname for him back in High School. But, how did he know that nickname?

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As usual, I could never sleep in a place that smelled like medicine. The ear-piercing sound of sirens, the pungent smell of medicine, and the boisterous clattering of footsteps, increasingly disturbed my sleep. In the end, these two eyes could only be wide open.

"Not sleeping either?" ask Fatwa after he has prayed his isha.

I shook my head, slowly

"You want to play halma?" said again.

Dejavu! I feel like I'm going back in time. It was only me and him that chuckled together while playing halma in the middle of the night blind. Sometimes we keep our mouths shut because we hear the door from outside. Woy, don't be noisy, this is a puskesmas, not your house!

I smiled remembering all that.

Suddenly, Fatwa pulled out her phone. "I'm the blue one, you're the red one!"

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