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Chapter 12 - Escape

"Are you sure you want to come here?" ask Fattan.

Khadijah suddenly invites him to run away from class just to go around in circles in the shopping center. After that, Khadijah no longer knew where to go. But when the woman wearing a black shirt showing her queen's belly saw the nightclub, suddenly an idea came up.

"Related. Why the hell? I never thought I'd go to a place like this?" sudang Khadija's.

Fattan smiled mysteriously. A good opportunity to make Khadijah accept his love. With lightning fast, Fattan guides the woman into a place full of dirty brains.

A group of men with erratic language accents, looking towards Khadijah. Fattan tries to block their view of their prey.

Khadijah certainly knew what Fattan was thinking. The woman hinted at Fattan to come closer, "What you think will not be that easy as you get, Tan."

"meaning?" ask Fattan confused.

Khadijah flicked her shoulders, "Women in general."

"Damn! Free dong I follow you want?"

"Hm, perhaps," taunted Khadijah.

Fattan scratched her itchy head. Really sucks. Though in his shadow he and Khadijah will do romantic things, at least kissing-kissing pretty. But zonk! Wrong big!

"Bail me to drink, but not alcohol. Soda huh?" kadhijah.

"Don't you know that there are no sodas at the club? A roadside stall?"

Khadijah hissed in annoyance, "I also know."

"I'll just take you home, okay?"

Seen if the mood of Fattan worsened because of Khadijah. The man no longer even intended to do anything to Khadijah.

"To Raisa's house only," Khadijah broke up. He thought that if he went home his parents would prolong the problem even more. Not because he was afraid of Khoirul, but he appreciated his parents.

"okay."

Fattan didn't ask any more. She did not want to know why Khadijah was staying at Raisa's house instead of her parents' house.

The trip to Raisa's house only takes thirty minutes. As soon as Raisa saw Khadijah's nose shaft, the woman was shocked.

"Tumben nights come. What's the show?" raisa is confused.

Khadijah shook his head in a doldrums, "Tonight I'm staying? Lazy to go home."

Khadijah greeted Raisa's parents while asking for permission to stay the night. Raisa's parents, who had known Khadijah for a long time, would not think long to allow Khadijah. In fact, he was happy because he had not seen Khadijah for a long time.

The fifty-year-old woman brought a tray of fresh fruit and milk to her daughter's room. "Eat first, get smeared."

"Thank you, Tan."

"Where have you been lately? Kayak is only pingit, rarely appear," said Tanti, Mama Raisa, who is always friendly if welcoming guests.

Khadijah gave a faint smile, "Em, busy, Tan."

"Theses?"

"Yes, Tan."

"Eagerness yes. Raisa also had time to focus on the thesis. Aunty excuse me first, if there's anything just ask down. Have fun," Tanti said.

"Of course, Tan, thank you" said Khadijah.

After Tanti left, Khadijah put on serious fashion. He breathed a heavy sigh.

"What the hell is it?" ask Raisa. He was preparing to scold his best friend but there was an obstacle he had to resolve, "wait a minute! I'm going to the bathroom. Don't sleep yet! Watch out!"

"Yes, yes."

Khadijah stared at the screen of his phone that had not blinked since. There were a lot of questions in his head. What did her husband do until there was no message for her? Doesn't Khoirul feel guilty for yelling at him? Is his heart made of stone?

Not yet finished Khadijah's thoughts, the sound of Raisa's cell phone was heard. Curious Khadijah was looking for where it was. Khadijah found it on the dresser. He picked up the thing, a bit of a sneak.

Khadijah intended to give it to Raisa but seeing the name on the screen made his heart rustle. Khoiruls.

"Why did he call Raisa? Is that my wife or Raisa anyway?" gumam Khadija's.

Honestly, Khadija was afraid that Raisa would divulge where she was. The last time Raisa told me that there was a lecturer who contacted her at night just to ask who she was playing with. That's when Khadijah's brain worked. He suspects Khoirul.

Nothing is impossible. Khoirul must have had a thousand ways for him to be found.

A while later, Raisa appeared with a relieved face. He walked over to Khadijah, "Come, tell me, baby! What made you suddenly appear at my doorstep. Who were you taking with you?"

"Fattan" replied Khadijah.

"Huh? Fattan's? Sure?"

"Hm" murmured Khadijah.

"Due to the debate with Mr Khoirul earlier, you become frustrated like this?" raisa doesn't believe it.

"Shame dong, Sa. I'm this big, scolded in front of the class. If you were me, you'd be pissed."

"Obviously, I must be upset too. But I know myself too. You cannot complete the task on time. It is fitting that Mr. Khoirul is angry" Raisa said lightly.

Khadija prepared to pin down Raisa's head but Raisa managed to dodge.

"Yee, I'm not wrong" elak Raisa.

"Who are you best friends? Me or Mr Khoirul?"

"Yes, you are, but I'm realistic."

Khadijah sneered at him, "Help do the job?"

"How much can you pay?" cananda Raisa's.

"Em, buy tomorrow at noon."

"OKAY. But I'm looking for a cell phone first. You see that?" raisa is confused. She searched on the dresser even in the drawer but found nothing.

Khadijah pretended not to know and went looking. Until finally, Khadijah undoes his intention and forces Raisa to forget her phone by reason of hunger.

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Elsewhere, there are people who are confused by his wife's behavior.

"No, Nak Khoirul. What was? Khadija escaped?" ratna asked confusedly.

Damnit damnit! Khadija is furious with me, Khoirul. The man had already contacted Raisa but the call was rejected.

"It's not so, Ma. Maybe Khadijah is still on campus. He said there was a duty. Then I look for it first at the college, Ma," replied Khoirul.

"You're not lying, are you?"

"Of course not, Ma."

"Yes already. If Khadijah has come home, call mama!" titah Ratna's.

"Good, Ma."

Khoirul closed his call. A heavy sigh sounded stifling. His decisiveness eventually brought about a devastating impact. Who told Khadijah not to heed his warning?

Bik Sani has since seen Khoirul's worries. The woman approached her employer, "The lady hasn't come home yet, sir?"

"No, Bik. A lot of work is going home tonight." Khoirul as much as possible to hide their problems.

"Oh, duty huh, sir? If you may talk, the Madam will still be in the stage of adaptation with you. Shouldn't you be more lenient with Madam?"

"Are I too hard, Bik?" ask Khoirul slowly.

"If you can be honest, yes, sir."

"Em, is that it?"

"Yes, Sir. Sorry if I had to talk like this. Excuse me first then, sir," said Bik Sani. He's covering the back.

Khoirul took his cell phone and called Khadijah's contact. The first experiment was definitely fruitless. Just the fifth experiment, Khadijah received his call. But ...

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