BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 11 - Get Out of My Class!

Khoirul paid no heed to Fattan's problems. He instead focused on Khadijah's remarks which he said were too rude, "Polite talk! I am not your friend. Use the word better meaning, Colored."

Khadijah rolled his eyeballs, "Sir, in such a precarious situation how can I use relaxed words? This guy's not panicking."

Khoirul started driving, "Why should I panic? Just talk when you're gone. You should not graduate. Your brain's performance is less than thirty percent, colonized. This is why I want you to learn so much."

The woman who was wearing after with the same color was frowning. It was like he was in the morning school. The only difference the room he currently used was a four-wheeled vehicle.

Khadijah yawned, deliberately to stop Khoiri talking, "It's been five minutes, sir. Don't you get tired of nagging from morning to morning?"

"This is what I'm upset about today's students. Ngeyel continues if you know. Now you better call Fattan, tell him you've left" Khoirul ordered.

Khadijah patted his forehead, "Almost forgot. Because of ngomel mulu."

"I'm wrong again."

Khadija wanted to sneer at her husband again but she abandoned her intentions. He contacted Fattan and explained what Khoirul had said earlier. The woman almost cursed because Fattan still forced her to pick her up. If only Khoirul had not rebuked him, all the oaths would have been heard.

"Have you?" ask Khoirul.

"It has. Please pull over, sir!"

"Why?"

"I don't want to be seen with you" replied Khadijah quickly. He has his bag.

"It's still a long way off, Colored. Later after one kilometer from the campus," Khoirul refused.

"Pak Khoirul" Khadijah said.

"What?"

"Please!"

"Later!"

"Ish, every day is like this" murmured Khadijah. The annoying second day was even more annoying thanks to Khoirul. His stomach had improved but his phase was not over. Should he be angry?

"Every day will also be the same if you still do not want to listen to your husband," said Khoirul. Before Khadijah spoke, the man continued, "one more thing. I will never be ashamed of having your wife even though you are an eternal student, Colored. Please if you're ashamed of me, I don't care."

Khadijah is not ashamed, but he is afraid of being bullied by many people. No longer married because of matchmaking.

"Well, I gave up. It's up to you."

Khadijah threw away his face. Khoirul looked around and pulled his car over. "Wait a minute!"

The man got out of the car, ran forward. His eyes looked in all directions, looking for a taxi passing through the street. His hand waved quickly, stopping the public vehicle.

"Wait a minute, sir" Khoirul told the taxi driver. He ran towards the passenger door, opened it, "get out!"

Khadijah said when Khoirul urged him to get into the taxi. Khoirul also paid for his taxi fee and told him to be careful with the middle-aged man.

"Call when you get to campus" Khoirul said.

"Yes, sir."

"Yes already."

Taxis are traveling at moderate speed. When Khadijah pulled out his phone, the taxi driver asked him.

"The man was her husband, Ma'am?"

"Why, Sir?"

"Take care, Mother. I was lucky to have such a husband. Ma'am must be happy" said the taxi driver.

"What is it, sir?" asked Khadijah in a soft voice. He had yet to find the happiness that the middle-aged man was talking about. His life even seemed turned upside down because of a sudden marriage that he did not want.

"Yes, Mother. It's attention, handsome, good again. It's just a dream."

"Hopefully so, sir."

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"Tumben you left on time, Khadija," said Fattan, who was hunting Khadija after seeing the woman walk down the corridor of her university building.

"Why? Can't you?" sudang Khadija's.

"It's such a hurry."

Khadija kept walking quickly without caring about Fattan, "You yourself said that I left on time. In a minute. Please, move!"

"Nothing" Khadijah said, but he remembered that he did not live in his parents' house anymore. He suddenly stopped, "i'm busy. There's a show with Raisa."

"Oh, huh? But didn't you say there wasn't?"

"Just remember."

"I don't accept rejection. I'll pick you up later tonight."

"No way, Fattan!" khadijah.

"Can."

"No!"

"Then have lunch with me" forced Fattan.

Khadija thought for a moment. It's better that he had lunch with Fattan than that man came to his house. Could serious!

"okay."

Fattan forcibly hugged Khadijah, making the women revolt. The romantic look attracted attention. One of the people whistled, some even captured the moment to share in the campus group.

Khadijah stretched their arms, "What the hell are you? Not polite."

"Why are you still here? Classes are about to start!" khoirul's voice interrupts. His sharp gaze focused on Fattan who was still trying to hug Khadijah again. "Where are you faculty? Why is it here?"

"I, Sir? I'm a business school, sir. I have a need with Khadijah, sir," replied Fattan.

"Go back to your building!"

"Good." Fattan relented. He still stared cynically at Khoirul who was always there when he and Khadijah were together.

"Don't be a ghost" murmured Fattan.

While Khadijah blurred from Khoirul's sharp view. He did not expect that a man could be so creepy, more sinister than the D minus value given.

When the class began, Khoirul called Khadijah forward. The woman was obviously confused.

What's suddenly calling? Make the heart jump, inner Khadijah.

"Which task did I give you the other day?" ask Khoirul.

Holy hooch! Khoirul really asked for his duty. Khadijah thought her husband would be more softened because last night he was in the hospital. It turns out that the nature and behavior of Khoirul is no different like a stranger.

Why does the marriage bond exist if in fact Khadijah is still considered a student? Khadija. His originally relaxed face turned hardened and sharp.

"I haven't done it yet, sir," replied Khadijah boldly.

"Get out of my class!" Khoirul opened his laptop without seeing his wife's face. It is certain that Khadijah was making plans to take revenge on him.

But Khoirul doesn't care. He was upset that Khadijah was still in contact with Fattan and even embraced each other in public. Why did Khadijah panic?

Is that worth seeing? What kind of wives are free to hug each other especially with other men. Khoirul will not accept.

"Well, dear Mr. Khoirul," Khadijah said. He went back to his desk, picked up the bag and passed from there.

"What am I afraid of? Out of his college eyes I was brave," muttered Khadijah. He took his phone in his pocket, called Fattan, "want to skip?"

"Ready. Where are we going?" ask Fattan enthusiastically.

"Where are you not on campus."

"OKAY. Wait for me in the parking lot. I'm sliding out of here."

"OK," replied Khadijah. He walked quickly to the parking lot. The only one he remembered, he wanted to quickly leave that cursed place. "Basically, man has no feelings!"

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At 20:00 ...

"Khadijah at mom's house?" khoirul asked Ratna. She was forced to contact her in-laws because she no longer knew where to look for Khadija.

"No, Nak Khoirul. What was? Khadija escaped?"

Damnit damnit! Khadija is furious with me, Khoirul.

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