My Lecturer My Beloved
Try to remember it.

Sunlight forced its way through the cracks of the coated glass windows that were covered with thin white curtains. Decorate the entire room where there are two people who are still loyal with closed eyes.

Lisa blinked her eyes, as soon as her eyelids separated and her pupils caught the glare light coming into the room.

After his eyes managed to adapt to the light, the two eyes grew perfectly once he saw a handsome creature that was still loyal with his eyes closed. Lisa, admiring the exquisite sculpture before her eyes. Iqbal's nose is sharp, his eyelashes are pliable, red lips that have never been touched by nicotine at all.

"If you fall asleep like this again, you look like an innocent angel, but when you wake up, you change .. emm, still handsome anyway," Lisa wanted to curse but not be. He returned to praise.

"Wait first! last night he didn't take a chance when I slept, did he?" Lisa uncovers her blanket to see if she is still fully dressed or not. He breathed a sigh of relief, so he was afraid that did not happen.

"It turns out that he kept his promise that wouldn't touch me, if I hadn't allowed it" Lisa murmured. "It turns out he's not as bad as I thought he was" he added, looking back at Iqbal.

Lisa glared, gazing at the ceiling of the room, recalling how last night she chased away Iqbal, and told him to sleep on the sofa. Iqbal resignedly, according to him and laid his body on the sofa. Not having the heart, seeing the Sofa unable to accommodate Iqbal's tall body, Lisa finally woke Iqbal and told him to sleep on the bed, but on condition, Iqbal could not touch it because he was not ready.

Still vividly remembered, Iqbal said, "I married you, not made you my slave, although the desire to touch you was very strong. I am not as evil as you think, and I do not want to force you to serve me, if you have not given it yourself sincerely. I will patiently wait. With you by my side, I'm happy enough." Iqbal said straightforwardly, last night.

"Am I being too cruel to her?" inner Lisa. "But, it seems like he doesn't mind my refusal. Of course she didn't mind, she was used to doing it with her lovers first," Lisa shuddered in disgust given that.

"But, said Brother Kevin, actually he never played around with women at all. It was just his alibi, to avoid accusations that he was a same-sex person. Time is it so? But who said Kevin, right? there's no way Kevin's brother's lying." There's a war between Lisa's heart and mind. "Arghhhh, dizziness .. dizziness!" Lisa tapped her forehead, a sign that she was quite dizzy thinking about what was really going on.

"Why are you dizzy? where's that sick? you wait here, I'll buy you some medicine!" It turns out that Iqbal had woken up, heard Lis's complaints he touched Lisa's head, and wanted to get out of the room, to buy medicine. Because of panic, coupled with new waking up makes the logic of thinking Iqbal does not run properly. If Lisa really had a headache, she could have called the reception desk to get people to bring headache medicine into her room. But since his life had not been fully accumulated, yes, he acted silly. It makes Lisa want to laugh, but she tries to hold it.

"Where are you going?" call Lisa, before Iqbal gets out of the room.

"I'm gonna buy you some headache medicine. Aren't you dizzy?" Iqbal looked at Lisa with his brows furrowed.

"Have you forgotten where we are now?" Lisa clucked while shaking her head.

"Yes, we're in ho .. ah yeah, we're in a hotel huh?" Iqbal hits his head and steps back to Lisa.

Iqbal grabbed the phone located above reply, about to contact the receptionist. However, Lisa's small hand, held her hand. "What do you want?"

"You, ask, someone make some dizzy medicine to this room"

"No need!" sahut Lisa, staring in the other direction did not dare to return Iqbal's gaze.

"I said no, no need, you heard me?!" cetus Lisa, upset.

"All right! then, here I incandescent your head, let the dizziness decrease." said Iqbal softly.

Lisa stared intensely at Iqbal. "You don't want the thing I want to do the most right now?" asked Lisa with a flat facial expression as flat as the cutting board that is often used by Mamah Mutia, when slicing onions.

"What?" Iqbal asked as he wished Lisa would answer 'I want to do it with you now'.

"If I had been able, I would have loved to cut open your chest, to see what made you never reply harshly to my words, when I had been so rude to you." lisa's answer made Iqbal sigh loudly.

"I think you already know the answer.Why should you ask him again." Iqbal said.

"If I'm still asking, it means because I don't know at all," Lisa's face is still flat

"That's because I love you!" Iqbal.

Lisa stared deeply into Iqbal's bead to see if there was a lie inside that eye. Lisa did not find what she was looking for. He saw honesty and sincerity in that eye bead.

"Why can you love me? when did we actually meet?" Lisa could not hold back any longer, what was stuck in her mind. Because, to be honest, he really doesn't remember anything about Iqbal and where they met.

"Hmmm, do you really not remember me?" Iqbal asked back, which was responded with a headband from Lisa.

Iqbal exhaled back into the air, and stared at Lisa.

"Then, let you not remember." resigned Iqbal. Not that he did not want to tell Lisa, but he thought it was useless. According to Iqbal, was reminded, Lisa would not remember it, because at that time, the enthusiastic want to get acquainted was him, while Lisa that day seemed ordinary.

Lisa's face looks disappointed to hear Iqbal's answer. "Why don't you want to explain it to me? if you remind me, maybe I can remember you. Because honestly, I actually feel like I've seen your face, but I don't know where. All this time I was thinking, of course I've seen you on TV and the news I read on social media, but somehow, my mind says, if I've seen you in the real world before." Lisa explained at length, making the smile on Iqbal's lips rise instantly.

"Then try to keep it in mind!" said Iqbal, as he left Lisa, entering the bathroom. The smile on her lips did not date at all, even when she closed the bathroom door.

Lisa stared at the trail of Iqbal's shadow that had disappeared behind the door with pursed lips, irritated.

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