BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 10 - Mampus Me, Sir!

"Used!"

The sound of people falling woke Khoirul. He didn't really sleep, for some reason. He knew Khadijah entered the room and slept on the sofa but he did not say anything. Because of the brief kiss he did earlier, it made him daze instead. He was just about to sleep when Khadija's voice sounded agitated.

Khoirul hunts down Khadija, taking the woman up to the bed. Khadijah's face was patted but there was no response. Khoirul panicked, he hugged his wife's body and brought her down.

The weight that is clearly not as light as it makes Khoirul have to do extra energy.

"SIR, PLEASE PREPARE THE CAR!" Khoirul shouted at the driver.

Everyone in the house started to panic. Khoirul did not hesitate to get angry at those who were too slow to do his orders. Bik Sani also woke up. The middle-aged woman did not have time to collect lives and immediately hunted Khoirul.

Bik Sani opened the car door, helping Khoirul put Khadija in his lap. The driver drove the car at moderate speed but overtaken several vehicles. When they reached the ER, Khoirul yelled at the nurse to bring him a gurney.

"How, Doc? What happened to my wife?" khoirul asked the doctor after a while the paramedics took care of his wife.

"It's okay, sir. This often happens when women are in the coming months. We will provide pain medication so that his condition improves" explained the doctor.

"Do you need to stay, Doc?"

"No need, sir. Once the patient is conscious, the patient can go home."

"Thank you, Doc" Khoirul said. He hunts down Khadijah who is still asleep. With a gentle touch he rubbed his wife's forehead. He did not expect that Khadijah would be that bad. He should have been more attentive to his wife instead of being silent. "I'm sorry, Sacked."

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Thirty minutes later, Khadijah opened his eyes. The woman looked at Khoirul confusedly, "I why, sir?"

"Fainting. How's it? Is it better?"

Khadijah thought for a moment, his stomach no longer hurts. "Lumayan, sir."

"Then I talk to the doctor first. He said you could go home when you're conscious."

Unlike usual, Khadijah prevented her husband from leaving, "At any time, sir. I still don't want to go home."

"Why?" khoirul asked confused.

"Wind it."

Khadijah felt this was his opportunity to be absent from the task given by Khoirul. He can also reason that he is sick and should not think much.

Khoirul seemed to know what his wife was thinking, "You want to skip college?"

"Not to, sir, but I'm sick. You want me to pass out on campus?"

"Doctors already prescribe pain medication, taken before leaving for campus. There is no reason to faint. Later I will monitor you while on campus," explained Khoirul.

Checkmate! Khadija cannot be cut. One reason was cleared by her husband. Inevitably he obeyed Khoirul's desire to go home. But whose name is Khadijah might let Khoirul calm down. There was something she did to make her husband angry with her.

Whether it's asking for a warm towel, ask for water to drink or eat a snack. Khadijah did not heed the time that had shown at two in the morning.

"You wanna stay up all night? I have a meeting at eight tomorrow. If I don't sleep, I can be late" Khoirul complained.

Khadijah shrugged his shoulders, indifferent, "He's asleep, sir. I'm going to sleep too."

"Awas, don't fuck around! If you wake me up before dawn, I will do everything I can to keep you quiet" Khoirul said.

As Khadijah shriveled, he remembered the unexpected kiss. Oh, naw!

The woman put on a blanket and closed her eyes. Khoirul smiled faintly at Khadija's fear. He flew to dreamland with his wife.

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"OH MY GOD!" shout Khadijah.

Early in the morning, he had an unexpected surprise. Her face and her husband's face were too close, even one of Khoirul's legs was on Khadijah's waist.

Khadija, who was not ready for the situation, pushed Khoirul in the opposite direction. He used no inner power, only a small thrust on the bottom of Khoirul.

Khoirul shouted softly as he touched his precious possession. His pair of eyes glared at Khadijah, "What did you do to me?"

"I should have asked my father that. Why are you hugging me?" challenge Khadijah.

"Hugs are not important here. You see what you've done? If we miss a little, we cannot have children. I can't possibly satisfy you, Colonized. If you want revenge, you should think logic first" hardik Khoirul. He got up in a slow ring.

Lucky he was still good this morning. Otherwise, all that he dreamed of would never have come true.

Khadijah threw away his face, "It's still morning but his father's language is not-not."

"Misone of yourselves you're playing rough. Watch it later on campus, I won't forgive."

Khadija where might relinquish. The key word that can always make Khoirul speechless is wife.

"You are my wife but not completely. We are not yet the first night" Khoirul challenged. He smiled a triumphant smile.

Khadijah pretended not to hear, "I want to take a shower."

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"Welcome on, can you get me a towel?" khoirul shouted from inside the bathroom.

Khadijah who was combing her hair muttered annoyedly, "In the closet there is, sir. Don't make excuses so I can get in there huh?"

The man's head peeked at the door slit, "Not yet cleared Bik Sani. The towel you're wearing you put in a dirty basket, no more towels."

"Before, I take it down first!"

"Quickly bit. I'm too late!"

"Yes, Mr. Khoirul."

Khadijah asked Bik Sani for a towel while grumbling at length. He went back up, knocked on the bathroom door, "Here, sir."

"Wait!"

Unexpectedly, Khoirul opened the door almost halfway and pulled Khadijah in. The woman screamed hysterically, closing her eyes with her palms. Chests rumbling. Never before had he been in a room with a man let alone without a full outfit.

"Father what the fuck?" annoyed screams.

Khoirul smiled sweetly. He was eager to prank his wife, "Open your eyes, Colored. We're husband and wife why are you so shy?"

"Father amnesia? I'm on this holiday. Don't think I accept your father's request. My husband, but I don't want to fall into a black hole. The sins!"

It was great to see Khadijah's reaction which Khoirul said was adorable. The man tidied up Khadijah's messy haircut, "Oh, was that it? Not interested? Sure?"

"A hundred percent sure."

"Well," replied Khoirul lightly.

"Please get me out!"

"Open your eyes. I've been dressed up since then" Khoirul said.

"Lied."

"Eat him look."

Khadija. She is no longer being abused by her husband. Did he just come out? The door was to his left, he just opened it and ran away. It is a great responsibility that he should follow Khoirul's will.

"Reverse right first, sir!"

"Already" replied Khoirul.

Khadijah groped the door, after finding his knob, he ran away in a daze. Khoirul gaped to see the behavior of Khadijah. It's totally unpredictable.

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At 07.00 ...

Khadijah and Khoirul were ready to depart when Khadijah's cell phone rang.

Khadijah saw the name on it, Fattan.

"Who?"

"Fattan, sir."

"Don't take it!" khoirul's orders.

"Can't, sir. I'm always curious about people's phones."

"Why weren't you curious about my phone?" khoirul.

"Because I know you're looking for me. Just shut up for a second, sir!" Khadijah received his call. He did not greet Fattan with pleasantries and to the point with the man's aim.

Khadijah rounded his eyes after hearing Fattan say, "Huh? In myhouse? What's for?"

Khadijah closed his call and pleaded with Khoirul, "Campus me, Sir!"

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