My Killer Lecturer's
Misbehavior

The night is getting late. Many times I saw the man yawn. Hmm. .. probably because he's too tired to look after me. I finally decided to stop our game.

“Do you sleepy, Fat?” my many.

“No,” replied Fatwa trying to evade.

I handed him his cell phone. “But Res is sleepy,” I said while taking a swing to sleep.

Fatwa received the phone. A moment later, he got up and got off the bed. “Yes already, sleep!” fatwa said while fixing my blanket to the chest.

I nodded, then closed my eyes. Shortly after, I felt a warm touch on my forehead.

“Sleep Res, I'll take care of you here,” soft whisper Fatwa in my ear.

Strange gelanyar began to run through my heart. It felt as if my entire body was warming up for a moment. My God, do I still have this feeling for that man. A feeling that is hard to understand by my common sense.

Not wanting to dissolve in a sense that I did not understand, I closed my eyes and hoped for drowsiness to attack suddenly. I don't want that man to realize my misbehavior tonight.

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Morning started to say hello. I woke up when I heard a little bird squeak next to my window. My eyes feel heavy. No matter what time I fell asleep, which was obvious when I heard the early azan, my eyes started to feel heavy. I spread my eyes around the room. My forehead was slightly wrinkled when I did not find the man in this room. I saw a clock stuck to the wall. Time has shown at 7 am. But where is Fatwa?

“Excuse me, assalamu’alaikum!” greet a female nurse on duty this morning. “Sorry to interrupt for a moment yes, Ma'am. I check first,” he said.

I nodded and let the nurse check all the parts she had to check.

“How are I doing , Sus?” I asked the nurse.

“Alhamdulillah, Mbak's condition is stable. His blood pressure is also good,” replied the nurse.

“What does that mean, I can already go home?” ask again.

“Hmm, later yes, Ma'am. Let's wait for the doctor's visit" replied the nurse.

I smiled at the nurse's answer. “About, when is the schedule of his doctor's visit, Sus?” ask again. Hehehe .. I hope that the nurse does not get bored to answer my question.

“The schedule is at 10 am. But, since the doctor just returned home from the seminar from Bandung, I have not been able to ascertain what time the doctor will come,” replied the nurse again.

I'm smiling back. Ish, it seems like it will take a lot of time to wait for this mah title, my inner self. “Oh yes, Sus. Did Sister see my friend?” my many.

“Oh, that handsome young man huh, Ma'am? That's his friend, huh? Waah, I think it's Mbak's husband, his brother's attention is very similar Mbak,” replied the nurse.

Eits, why the hell? Where am I going, he answered wherever. I could only smile at the nurse's rant about Fatwa.

“Iya, Sus. He's just my friend, why? Sister has a crush on him, huh?” todongku to the nurse.

“Ih, Ma'am, you know. I can tell if he is single. I have been widowed for a long time, Mother. It does not feel strong pen cicipin anymore eggplant long," seloroh tuh nurse, too,

“Uhuk...uhuk...!” I don't know if I heard the nurse talking. Oh my God ..jendes is heavy under my heart, hehehe, my mind.

“Iya, I'll tell you later, Sus. But, by the way where did he go?” I'm back to asking.

“So anyway, he said there was business first outside. If it is not wrong, he went to the police station to be a witness to Mbak's kidnapping,” the nurse replied.

Astagfirullah ..it seems like everyone knows about the kidnapping case that hit me a few days ago.

“Oh, so ya?” muttered.

While we were talking, suddenly the nurse who was on duty to deliver food arrived in my room.

“Save it first, Sus. I am not hungry yet,” I replied.

The nurse smiled, after which she went out to deliver food to the other patients.

“Ya already, Ma'am .. I'm sorry first huh? If Mbak needs something, Mbak can press the nurse emergency button that is here!” the word sawat while showing the red button on the edge of the bed.

I'm nodding. “Thank you, Sus.”

“Sama-sama,” said the Nurse while cleaning her medical equipment. Not long after, he came out of my room.

My stomach started to rumble, but somehow, I felt so lazy to eat. It seemed like the mouthful from the man's hand had gotten me hooked. I felt annoyed because until this second, the Fatwa had not yet come. I turned back and began to close my eyes.

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“Hai, Res. Wake up, it's noon. When do you want to sleep?” a soft whisper in my ear.

I blinked my eyes as I felt a cold touch on my face. My eyes were open, that handsome face was clearly plastered before my eyes. Immediately I hugged his neck until it fell and touched my chest.

“Ups, sorry!” fatwa.

I immediately let go of my embrace. “Ma-sorry!” nervous say. Damn, why can't I master my emotions, I said in my heart.

“Nothing,” replied Fatwa who looks a little misbehaved too. A second later, Fatwa glanced at the rice box that was still closed. Then he opened it. His forehead wrinkled when he found out the contents of the rice box were still intact. “Kok, not yet eaten?” tanya fatwa looked at me softly.

“Res is not hungry yet," I replied, flat. But unfortunately, worms in the stomach can never be invited to compromise, they sing cheerfully so as to cause a sound that is heard to the outside of the stomach.

Fatwa smiled hearing the worm concert that was in my stomach. “Wake up, let me feed,” said fatwa grabbed the rice box and sat on the edge of the bed.

I got up and tried to get the lunchbox. “Let's rest, Res can do it, eat alone," I said.

“If you can eat by yourself, there is no way this lunch box is still intact at this hour," joked Fatwa as she scooped the rice and held it out in front of my mouth. “Eat, let me feed you, still in the hospital. If it's at home, my duties must be taken over by your mother or sister" said Fatwa.

I opened my mouth. My heart felt flowery getting a gentle treatment from a lecturer who I considered arrogant and haughty during my lecture.

Shortly after, a middle-aged man wearing a white suit entered my nursery. Judging from his appearance and also a nurse who was beside him, it was certain that he was a doctor.

"Good morning to noon!” greet the middle-aged doctor while smiling at us. “Loh, it's like this, how new to eat?” the doctor said, glancing at his watch. Yes, the time has already shown almost 12 noon. “Eh, it's breakfast or lunch, nih?” ask again.

“Breakfast, Doc. Biasalah, my wife is indeed spoiled,” joked Fatwa.

The blush!

“Hehehe, Mr. Fatwa could have,” replied the doctor.

It was possible that my face had changed color into a boiled crab that was boiled so ripe. I just looked down embarrassed to hear the Fatwa joke and the doctor's naughtiness.

“But, it's not to get used to, Mom. Mother's stomach is already problematic, maybe because of irregular eating patterns. So I suggest, do not be late to eat,” said the doctor.

“Good, Doc,” answered me.

“Have wanted to go home, huh? Hmm, looks like you guys can't wait to make out,” the doctor joked.

“Hahaha, Doctor just know.” The fatwa chimed in on the doctor's words and made me even more misbehaved. Oh my God .. I think I need to disappear this second too.

“Alright, let me check first.”

Seriate