Lesung Di Bawah Mata Novels & Stories

“You sound like you hated it.” I sink into a familiar chair covered with scratchy, well-worn fabric and prop my laptop on my knees. “I don’t hate lecturing. It just felt odd, I guess. My previous lectures were all at the undergraduate level… physics 101, you know? The definition of matter versus now having to explain to a room full of physicists who lean more toward experimental physics why we’ll never fully understand the physical confines of our own universe.” “You could always come home. The temple in Moonrise would move mountains to have you within their ranks.”

Thank you guys for the gem votes "I'm sure you have lots of questions little kitty, ask away, I'm all ears," Leonard said with a smile taking a seat by the window side, his gaze fixated through the windows overlooking the serene scenery of the school premises, like the floor below them, the floor they were in now which was the uppermost floor was empty with nothing but a pile of rubbles scattered around, walking next to him and placing her hands on the window railings she spoke

Callista. Their voices are deep and melodious, echoing off the building’s walls. As the chanting goes on, I feel the rain looming in, and try not to panic. Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes. I can feel little starbursts appear behind my closed eyes, and pain starts to shoot from the back of my head.

Don’t ruin this. The room fell silent as Mark set his papers down at the podium. “Good morning,” he said evenly. His voice sounded calm. Professional. But I knew him well enough now to hear the strain underneath. The lecture began. Normally, listening to Mark teach was effortless. He spoke with this quiet intensity that made every word feel alive. Even boring theories sounded meaningful when he explained them. Today, I absorbed none of it. I could feel his attention drifting toward me repeatedly. Every time it happened, I kept my eyes lowered.

The midday sun filtered lazily through the wide windows of the medical science lecture theatre, streaking warm light across the backs of students seated in gentle tiers. A soft hum of conversation buzzed in the room, notes being flipped, water bottles opened, and early keyboard clacks. The smell of old wood and antiseptic lingered faintly in the air.

The front. The space closest to him. Closest to where he was rapidly losing his sense of self-preservation. He swallowed hard, forcing his gaze to the board as she sat down. He could feel her without looking— the warmth of her, the soft shift of her body as she crossed her legs, the faint rustle of her sweater as she pulled her notebook into her lap. He opened his lecture notes. Words blurred. His throat felt thick. He began speaking anyway. “Today we’re discussing moral duality in contemporary settings…”

I think I saw eyes, bright as if they glowed and colored like amber. It made little sense to me and I wasn’t feeling ready to give the effort it would take to understand the images, maybe once I’m not so groggy I’ll try again. For now my attention slide to the window. The plain white metal blinds were turned horizontal to let in the light, not that there was much to let in. The room didn’t appear to be nearly as bright as I had first thought, actually it seemed rather dark. A loud but low rumble rolled through the room. A storm was coming. That’s when it all came back.

CHAPTER 235 LEVERAGE ISLA For a full ten seconds, I couldn’t breathe. The lecture hall had emptied around me, chairs scraping against the floor, backpacks zipping shut, conversations rising and fading, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. My thumb hovered over the message, I didn't bother to check the mer. I didn’t want to read it, because I was not prepared to see it. Because reading it would make it real. I knew then.

"You look like you just watched a movie." "Didn't sleep enough." I replied shortly. He narrowed his eyes. "Didn't sleep enough or didn't get attention?" I shot him a sharp look. "You think a lot." Arga chuckled softly then faced forward again when the lecturer entered. Class began. Slide after slide changed on the projector screen. The lecturer's voice explaining the system sounded distant like it was coming from another room. It's ironic. Studying about the heart while mine felt like it had just been crushed.

Before my mother could say another word, I hung up. The lecture hall was already filled up when I arrived. I quietly slipped into one of the seats at the back. The lecturer entered a few minutes later and immediately began teaching. I opened my notebook, genuinely wanting to pay attention, but my body had other plans. My eyelids felt unbelievably heavy. I yawned once, then again. The words coming from the lecturer suddenly sounded distant. Maybe it was because I hadn’t slept properly; maybe last night’s strange experience had finally caught up with me. I rested my head slightly against the chair, just for a second. The moment my eyes closed… I was back there. The same strange place, the same