My Killer Lecturer's
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After resting for two days, I began to return to activities. Since I couldn't take off the crutches, my mother finally took the initiative to use the guest room to become my room. The reason is just one, so I don't have to go back and forth up the stairs.

“Kak, are you ready? Nak Fatwa is waiting for you outside!” yelled my mom from the kitchen.

“Yes, bentar Ma. Brother find a phone first,” answered me while shouting as well.

“Ish, where did you put it?” asked the mother who was suddenly standing in the doorway of the room.

“Astagfirullah, Ma! Ih, make a surprise. Thankfully, my sister has no heart disease. If you have, you can immediately faint,” my gura which is quite surprised to find mama at my room door.

“huh, lebay..” ledek mom. “You're a habit, brother. Every time you want to go to work, there is always drama in the morning,” mama grumbled while helping me find a mobile phone. Suddenly,

“Kak, Here! Thanks, yes,” Rayya said as she handed me the ash-colored flat object, mine.

Mama and I looked at each other and saw it in Rayya's hands. “Kok is with you, Dek?” my question, wonder.

“Loh, earlier, ‘kan, Rayya said, Rayya wants to pinjem Brother's phone daft, make a missall Rayya's phone who forgot again nyimpennya where,” Rayya said without sin.

“Ish, Raaay..!” pekikku.

“Already, Mama's children are all really nothing. Pikun, aka forgetful!” grumbled mama looks pissed.

Now, it was Rayya and I who looked at each other.

“Aready, Res?” suddenly the Fatwa had already poked its head at the door of the room.

“Eh, yes ... Res is ready, kok!” I was quite surprised to hear his baritone voice.

Fatwa immediately approached me and .. hup! As usual, he carried me.

“Fat, I can walk alone, do not need to carry Res too, kali,” said I was embarrassed exorbitant.

“Your path is too long. Don't you see, what time is it?” ask Fatwa.

I glanced at the clock on my wrist. “Yeah, Fat ... It's almost 7 am,” pekikku.

“Lah, so,” said Fatwa, “already, do not move much, let not too heavy too,” said Fatwa.

“Ish, you want to say Fat Res?” I said, pursing my lips because I was annoyed to hear the words of Fatwa.

“Haish, suudzon mulu!” fatwa.

Shortly after, we arrived at the front page. Fatwa immediately dropped me off on the front bench. A moment later, he circled around the front of the car and sat on the steering wheel. Not wanting to buy any more time, Fatwa immediately started the engine of his car. The car was traveling at a fairly high speed because the time was getting faster.

Luckily Fatwa is a good driver. Within 45 minutes, we arrived at work.

“Do not go home first, before I pick you up!” fatwa reminded me.

“No pa-pa, Fat. You, "are also. Res can order taxi online, kok.” I tried to negotiate with the Fatwa. I don't feel good if every day, as long as my legs are in trouble, Fatwa has to pick me up.

“Already, Res. No need to argue anymore. We have agreed that as long as your feet have not healed, I am responsible for dropping you off and picking you up to work,” Fatwa said.

“But, Fat. Res does not bother you. Don't you have your own busyness?”

“I don't accept rejection, yes, Res.”

I finally gave up. “Ya already, it's up to you,” I said slowly.

“Ish, no need, Fat! Shame on kids.” I tried to resist the Fatwa madness.

“Unfortunately, I did not accept the rebuttal,” said Fatwa who directly opened the car door.

Shortly thereafter, Fatwa opened the door of the car beside me. After that, he then grabbed me until I reached the classroom. Oh my God, it would be crazy if every day I smelled the smell of a cold, intoxicating male body.

“Yes already, I go first, yes! Remember, don't go home before I come!” he said full of decisiveness.

“Iya-iya,” I replied resignedly.

After making sure I was safe sitting in my chair, Fatwa finally returned to campus. Soon, the children began to swarm my desk to shake hands. I was a little overwhelmed to answer, as they questioned my absence for a week more. Luckily, suddenly Bu Fina walked into my class and told my students to return to their respective benches.

“Alhamdulillah, I am glad Bu Res has been able to return to school,” said Bu Fina.

“Iya, Mom. I am also happy to be back at work. It feels like my body is aching because the fall continues," I said.

“Hahaha, Bu Res could have. Yes, happy working. Later, rest we chat again,” said Bu Fina.

“Alright, Mom,’ I replied.

“Then, I say goodbye to class first, yes, Mom,” continued Bu Fina.

“Hmm, okay. Welcome to work also for Mom,” I replied.

Miss Fina smiled. Soon after, he went to his class.

I looked at my students one by one. It was their longing that led me to work immediately. Even with the limitations of movement, I still explain the material as best as possible so that they can understand today's learning.

Fun to work, without realizing the time to go home has arrived. After saying hello and do’a after studying, my students went home one by one. The class was empty, I grabbed my bully stick and started walking towards the teacher's room. Suddenly Miss Fina came to me.

“Ish, Ms Res, why not just chat me? I, ‘kan, can go to Bu Res class to help Bu Res to the office,” said Bu Fina.

“It's okay, Mom. Just learn the way too,” I replied.

Ms. Fina then grabbed me until we arrived at the office. We sat down to rest for a moment.

“Actually what happened Bu Res, why could Bu Res fiancee commit such a crime against Bu Res?” asked Bu Fina who seemed curious about the incident that happened to me.

For a moment I took a breath. “Actually, the story is long, Mom. But clearly, I am now convinced that Yudhis is not my soul mate. Hmm, I am so grateful God opened the truth before we actually got married. Try if you know after marriage, maybe I will never be able to accept this exam,” I replied.

“What is he cheating on?” asked Bu Fina to try to guess my problem.

I could only quietly hear Ms. Fina's question. However, it seems like Bu Fina understands my residence. He then clasped my hand tightly.

“Patiently yes, Mom,” said Bu Fina.

I could only nod in response to Bu Fina's words. And, it seems like my co-workers are very familiar with my current condition. None of them asked further about my relationship with the manta fiancee.

Time keeps passing. Azan dzuhur also began to roar. As I was about to go to the school mosque, I saw Fatwa's car enter the schoolyard. I frowned a little to find Fatwa had come home at this hour. I immediately approached Fatwa who just got out of his car.

“Kok clock is home soon, Fat?”

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