The Heart of a Lecturer Killer

The Heart of a Lecturer Killer
MHDK 62'S. Another Short Story


Jasmine was worried. The heavy rain out there made him even more worried for the princess. He walked back and forth from the door to the living room to see if his daughter would come home. But it turns out to be nil. Jasmine attempts to contact Elisha's cell phone but is unable to connect at all. Looks like Elis' phone is dead.


" Have sat down, dizzy I see you so."


" Shut up, all because of you!"


" Tck whatever. I'm sick of talking to you!"


" I'm sick of talking to you. Tomorrow I'm going to court to take care of our divorce."


The man was indifferent and waltzed into his room. The man who was none other than Jasmine's husband was truly a man who had no heart. He was really good at playing in front of the princess. Without Elisha ever knowing, Jasmine cried every day because of the torment of her husband.


It all started with the son's departure. Elizar Eka Baskoro, twin brother of Elisha. He died when he was 15. Elizar died of shock knowing his father was playing with another woman and beating her mother. Elizar ran away from home and was struck by a truck. After that Jasmine tried to close the treatment of her husband to herself so that Elisha was not like Elizar. Jasmine was terrified of losing her only daughter.


The confusion in her household made Jasmine always careless to contact her father and sister. And this time he came back because of the economic pressure. Jasmine never earned a living from her husband. Baskoro only gave money for the needs of his children. Jasmine runs a flower shop. But at the end of this, somehow the customer went missing. Jasmine also needs the money to file for divorce with Baskoro. He wanted to get away from the man.


" I'm sorry, Melati, I'm so sorry."


Jasmine wept for her helplessness.


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In the morning, the sun came through the window of a room occupied by Elisha. He opened his eyes and then rubbed them.


" Fuck, I'm late. The sun is high. But whose clothes are these? Is this room ready?"


Elisha looked at her. He then tried to turn on the phone but damn the phone did not turn on. The girl ruffled her hair violently. But he tried to catch his breath.


In this situation he should be calm. He tried to remember what happened but the last nil remembered only the quarrel of his parents and he ran, crying in the rain and after that he did not remember anything. Not wanting much to suspect Elisha chose to immediately get out of the room and immediately go home to clarify what he saw yesterday from his father and mother.


No no no no


Elisha walked slowly. He wanted to get out of that place immediately.


" Is that how you thank the person who helped you? By just leaving without saying goodbye?"


The baritone voice of a man made Elisha very surprised. He turned his body quickly to see who the owner of the voice was.


Glug


Elisha swallowed his saliva violently. The baritone voice came from the man who was currently chest-toothed. His abdominal muscles are perfectly formed. Brown eyes and hair confirmed the man was from a mixed race.


" Ma-af sir. But I hariis hunt. I am so grateful that you helped me. But I really need to get home."


" I'm waiting for your true thanks boy!"


Elisha ran as fast as he could. He felt that if he lingered for a long time in that place his life would be threatened. The man he had just seen was indeed very handsome, but there was a dangerous aura within that man.


" Oh my God, why don't I ask who's replacing my shirt? Is that guy too? Argh!!! I don't know, bodo is very."


The girl was a little frustrated, but right now she had to go home instead of thinking about it. Elisha looked for a motorcycle and immediately went home. Arriving at the house Elisha was surprised to find his mother was outside the house with her goods. The girl ran and approached her mother.


" Mom, what's going on?"


Jasmine could only sob, she then hugged the princess tightly. The middle-aged woman also adjusted her breathing in order to talk to her daughter.


" I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry, I really can't be with your dad anymore. I'm sorry if everything I've done in front of you all this time is fake."


Elisa still did not understand what Jasmine said. He tried asking. Honestly, he was very disappointed that his family had become like this. But he's grown up to judge what's good and what's bad. Elisha asks Jasmine to tell him everything that happened.


After a while of listening now Elisha understood what the mother felt. The girl nodded, she hugged her mother tightly.


" I'm sorry I'm sorry El Bu. El is selfish. El never knew mom swallowed the pain herself."


Instantly the girl remembered the man who became her idol. If it is true that the lecturer is married and he wants to make calculations with the wife of the lecturer, is he no different from the woman the father dated. Wouldn't he be stamped as a domestic destroyer?


Elisha shook his head quickly. The obsession is scary. He seemed to have to try to bury his love for the lecturer. Although very heavy because the purpose for college at that time was to be closer to the Lecturer. Elisha did not want the fate of the wife of his worship lecturer like his mother.


Apparently I had to give up before the war. I don't want to be a woman who hurts women. Where yesterday I was evil again with that brother, huft.


Elisha monologues in his heart. What he had really had the hot and intense intention to pursue Radi, now it felt like evaporating was gone.


" Where are we going, ma'am?"


" We'll be at your uncle's house for a minute. I'm actually embarrassed, but I really don't have a choice."


" Uncle, which uncle? Why don't you ever tell me?"


" Uncle-in-law exactly. He is the mother's sister's husband. Mom never told me this whole time. If mom told me, your dad wouldn't give you a living at all. So I chose to keep it a secret."


Elisha lowered his head. He thought his father loved him so much. It turns out everything is just to pretend.


What kind of life is this that I lead? Why is everything like a drama of a hurt wife?


TB