My Killer Lecturer's
Go home

The middle-aged doctor examined me intensely. He looked mangosteen as he checked my heart rate using a stethoscope. His face also looked quite serious while checking my pulse. Fatwa looked a little anxious as the doctor's forehead wrinkled.

“How, Doc? Is she okay?” fatwa asked shortly after the doctor examined me.

The doctor's smile expands to find Fatwa's anxiety. “No need to worry too much like that, sir. God willing, your wife is fine,” said the doctor.

Instantly etched a wide smile on the lips of Fatwa. “Alhamdulillah .. so, my wife can already go home today, Doc?” ask Fatwa.

“Yes, today your wife can already go home. But please, later at home don't move too much first, yeah! Fear of hinge on her ankle moving back,” said the doctor.

“Ready, Doc! You don't have to worry, at home, I'm the one who will take your place to monitor him,” joked Fatwa.

“Hehehe, nice it. Means Mr. Fatwa is including husband on standby dong,” said the doctor while chuckling.

“Pastya, Doc..” timpal Fatwa.

“Ya already, then I stay first. There are many patients I need to check. Have a good rest at home, Mom! Hopefully it will heal soon,” said the middle-aged doctor before he finally left us both in this nursery.

“Wife?” I stared at the Fatwa, astonished.

“Ah yes, wife ... hmm, it .. anu his wife sir doctor, so .. she…. Ah, forget it! Now, let's get your stuff done,” said Fatwa.

Hmm, that cold man looks misbehaved and is unable to give me a reasonable explanation about the word wife. But, yes, no. I myself will not bother. Maybe they were just joking.

Shortly after, a nurse came in who was about to open the infusion needle in my hand.

“Eh, there's Brother Fatwa, yes?” the nurse stared at the fatwa. The nurse blinked one eye as she opened the infusion needle in my hand.

Fatwa shuddered amusedly. A moment later, he began to busy stuffing my dirty clothes into a tote bag.

“Eh, let Res alone clean up,” I said when I saw Fatwa was entering dirty clothes one by one.

“Indeed get–“

Pluck up!

Fatwa had not finished her sentence, suddenly an object fell as she took out dirty clothes from a plastic bag.

“What is this?” tanya Fatwa while revealing a small pink triangle-shaped object that has a black ribbon accent on the left-right.

“Fatwa! Ih..”

Blugh!

“Aduh!” shout Fatwa.

I was really worried about the Fatwa. I threw a pillow at him that hit Fatwa's face. Unready to accept the falling object in front of him, the Fatwa removed my safety triangle that she was holding earlier.

“Ish, Res! Shocked to know?!” grunts Fatwa looks upset.

“Mistaken yourself, wew! I've been told to let Res do it,”.

“That's got you, huh, Res? How, really small? How's the same inside, huh? It must be small too,” said Fatwa putting on an expression imagining something.

“Ish, perverted brain base!” I shouted back to throw his face with a pillow. But this time it missed.

“Abang want a big one?” bargain the nurse, “punya Nana big, loh, Bang. What to try?” continued.

“Res, I go to the administration room first, yes!” pamit Fatwa instantly, when he heard the nurse's words.

I just laughed at the expression on Fatwa's face that was getting more and more. While the nurse only pursed her lips to see Fatwa disappear from behind the door.

“Friends Mbak, stiff too, yes?” he said while cleaning the dry blood on the back of my hand.

“Ah, maybe it's because I don't know it yet, Sus,” I replied.

“Hehehe, right too,” timpal the nurse.

After he finished his job, the nurse immediately said goodbye. Not to forget he also gave do’a for my recovery. Half an hour later, the fatwa returned to the room.

“It's done?” tanya fatwa while circulating her gaze in the ward.

“Who are you looking for, Fat?” my many.

“Why? You have a crush on him?” my many.

“Astagfirullahaladzim, Res!” pekik Fatwa's.

“Yes, his abis .. why are you also looking for him?” I suddenly felt annoyed.

“Cieee, jealous, yes?” ledek Fatwa's.

Instantly my face blushed hearing the cold man's tearing. “Udah, ah. Home, yuk!” invite me, “Res already miss mama with Rayya, nih,” I said looking for an excuse.

“Ya already, come on! Want me to carry, or do I have a seat?” tawar Fatwas.

“Huu, same time. Not both, thank you,” I replied as I pursed my lips.

“Hehehe, yes already, wait here first, I borrow a wheelchair first,” Fatwa said as she passed away.

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After an hour's drive, we finally got home. With teary eyes, my mother welcomed my arrival. Likewise with Rayya who immediately hugged me shortly after mama released her embrace to me.

“Ray kangen same Sister,” said Rayya, spoiled while sobbing.

I could only shake Rayya's hair in an anxious manner. “Udah, don't cry anymore. Brother, ‘kan, already home, now,” I said.

“Hehehe, yes-yes,” answered. For a moment Rayya glanced towards the Fatwa and like he was giving a code.

I was about to ask. Suddenly, the man closed his eyes with his handkerchief. “Eh, what the fuck?” my protest was holding the hand of Fatwa in shock.

“Already, come with me!” whisky Fatwa.

“But Resti can't see, loh, Fat!” i, annoyed.

“Just hold my hand, I promise, I won't let go of your hand again" Fatwa said. Uuuh, somehow, I feel there is a deep meaning behind his words.

The fatwa guided me to enter the house. After arriving inside, he began to loosen the bonds of the handkerchief that covered my eyes.

“Ready, yes!” yell Rayya. “One .... two ... three!” rayya continued, cheering.

Fatwa unbinds the handkerchief. I started to open my eyes and open them. For a moment I was glued to read a letter banner that read “Welcome Home, Sister”. Clear threads began floating in both corners of my eyes.

“Welcome back home, Brother,” said mama hugged me back.

“Thank you, Ma,” I replied. Rayya came back to me. We hugged each other to let go of the longing all this time.

“No one wants to hug me?” ask Fatwa who immediately made us realize that in the room there was still someone else.

“Astagfirullah .. forgive us, Son Fatwa. So happy with Brother's return, we forgot if there was still someone in this room,” said mama.

Fatwa just smiled at my mother's words. “It's okay, Mom. I am also happy that Resti can go home and regroup with Mother and Rayya,” replied Fatwa.

“Iya, Mother. Brother is also happy,” timpalku.

“ya already, then, let's go to the dining room. You must have been very hungry after traveling long enough to take time,” take mom.

“Good idea, Mom. Coincidentally Fatwa is hungry, here!” Fatwa.

“huu, base ... rubber belly,” my lead to him.

‘Biarin,” Reply Fatwa.

“Ish, you can't say that. Bang Fatwa, ‘kan during this time already take care of Brother. Yes, it's natural that he is sluggish,” bela Rayya.

“Tau, this is your brother. Instead of saying thank you, instead of giving me a chance to stomach,” Fatwa fighting began to manifest.

“Iya, Brother. It can't be, ah. Not good! Your sister really, Fatwa is very good to take care of you day and night,” said mama.

Haish, start deh ... start .. can-can kege’an tuh boy.

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