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Chapter 13 - Follow Me to My Room!

"Hello?"

Raisa's? Inner Khoirul panicked.

The man cleared his throat to change his voice. There's no other choice. Raisa can't know who called Khadijah. But what name does Khadijah keep in contact with his number? If the name of Khoirul was there, Raisa would have made a lot of noise.

"Hello" Khoirul replied in a lighter voice.

"This girl what's a guy anyway? It's so small a sound" Raisa muttered. The woman was heard answering Khadijah's question in the background voice. "yes briefly. Being eaten."

Thankfully, he did not recognize me, Khoirul.

"Went with you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Khoirul secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The existence of Khadijah has been found in a state that does not lack anything. Especially the woman eating. That meant that his mood was already much better.

"By the name of Mister K? Mister's voice is this small? Mister who was Colonized? TTM?" raisa is confused. He still did not realize who was being spoken to.

"Yes. From birth. Can you ask for a favor? Give me your home address because I need to be with Khadijah" Khoirul said.

"Just boy. What stranger can ask? If you want to know, just ask. Yes already? Then call again if it matters, if not random origin numbers. Good night," Raisa explained.

Click!

Khoirul did not understand why the nature of two people is the same? Is it because they are friends so their nature is equally annoying? Whatever it is, it doesn't matter that Khadija is safe with Raisa.

The man decided to wait for Khadijah to come home instead of him having to drag his wife from Raisa's house.

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"Who's on the phone?" ask Khadijah with his mouth full of food.

Raisa carries Khadijah's cell phone and puts it on the table, "Mister K. Who the hell?"

"Who? Mister K?" shouted Khadijah, his mouth almost plunged everywhere. His eyes are sharp. His entire body froze but strangely he was sweating instead.

Duh, Raisa used the phone again, Khadijah's mind was terrified. How'this?

"H-c. Wh who? Gebetan you? Fattan instead? But Mister? Old huh? Dong's story, Colored, I'm curious," urged Raisa.

"What are you talking about, Sa?"

"Not much. He just asked you to be here? I wanted an address but I didn't give it. What if he's bad intentions?" raisa Class.

Khadijah heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank God."

"What is thankful? Thank God I didn't leak the address of this house or what?"

"Yes, thank goodness. After this I want to sleep" Khadijah said.

"Turunin was a new sleeping food. You molesters," taunted Raisa. The woman also took Khadijah's food, "no college tomorrow?"

"No! You're gonna skip the hook."

"Given up, colonized, you can't learn from experience?"

Khadijah was also confused, what he was looking for was actually. He also wanted to graduate on time but what power when he was in the classroom, all he had in his head was to get out of an unpleasant situation. Listening to people talk is a terrible thing.

Especially now the second reason he is lazy to go to college because there is Khoirul. Khoirul, Khoirul and Khoirul. Everyone named Khoirul will always be annoying in his eyes.

"My experience is many" said Khadijah.

"Just leave tomorrow. Like it or not, I will drag you down" Raisa threatened.

"Tumben you're forcing me?"

"Because I'm a mess. I had a college friend but didn't graduate."

Khadijah sneered at him, "Which is the same, right?"

"Dong different. I go to class, rarely absent. Because the thesis was rejected only so I became an eternal student," explained Raisa.

Khadijah no longer paid any heed to Raisa. His heart was in bloom only because Khoirul contacted him. Surely the man was busy looking for her and was confused as to how to take her home. Just yummy! Khadijah will not be coming home now.

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Morning ...

Khadijah had just finished his bath when his phone rang. The woman ran outside the bathroom to receive her call. He thought the call was from Khoirul but it wasn't.

"Where are you?"

"Home home."

"Whose house?" cerca Ratna's.

"My husband, Mama."

"Try my mom to talk to Khoirul" Ratna said.

Mucus! Khadija could not show the evidence.

"Em, Mr. Khoirul is in the bathroom, Ma. It's just me taking a bath" Khadijah's alibi. Surely Ratna would think that she and Khoirul were doing their duties as husband and wife.

"What time?" tanya Ratna did not believe it.

"Ask yourself as the same."

No, no, no, Please! Batin Khadijah's.

Ratna remained silent. Most likely the middle-aged woman was thinking. How disrespectful to ask at the wrong time. If what Khadijah was talking about was true, he could be ashamed for disturbing the newlyweds.

"Okay, mama believes. But your attitude needs to be corrected. Can you not call your husband Mas or Darling?"

"Sometimes I call him that, too, Ma. But Mr. Khoirul's call was my favorite call to my husband" Khadija said. He then ended the call, fearing that his mother would ask again.

"Are you ready yet?" asked Raisa from outside the room.

"It has. Waita minute!"

Khadijah hurriedly followed Raisa's steps. To be honest she didn't want to leave but Raisa would have been mumbling the whole time if her request wasn't followed.

"You don't have any other clothes? It's too long for me" Khadija lamented as they sat sweetly behind the steering wheel. The way Raisa dresses is very different from Khadijah. Raisa is more dominant in wearing long jeans than Khadijah who prefers shorts above the knee.

Raisa glares at her best friend, "Whispering! A bit of a polite dress is impossible for you to be ugly."

"It's just weird."

"You protest? Bring clothes from home. Who told you to wear clothes but not bring clothes. Don't you want to be the same as you do, huh?"

"No!" elak Khadija's.

"Are you Mister K?"

"Maybe" replied Khadijah.

"Review, if you don't want to tell me who he is. I'm gonna leak it to everyone so that mister K is invaded by your TTM."

"Yee, I don't have a TTM. Udah insyaf," said Khadijah.

"Udah insyaf is you, whose boy is still chasing," said Raisa.

"Just blame them."

Khadija also did not want to be united by the men. Perhaps the charm was too dazzling until they could not turn away.

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"Sa, Sa, just park there," Khadijah said quickly.

Raisa had turned to the right but Khadija forced her to turn to the left. The woman was upset, "Why the hell? Just like parking here and there!"

"Tell me, just to the left. On the right are many cars. Later your car scratches" Khadijah's alibi. Actually he saw Khoirul just got off the car. She did not want to meet her husband.

Although upset, Raisa still followed Khadijah's request. He sighed confusedly seeing Khadijah's behavior that suddenly settles into his faculty building.

"Sambet maybe," murmured Raisa. He stepped hastily following the rhythm of his best friend's path.

The hallways of the faculty have been crowded by people. Most of those who knew Khadijah greeted the woman with a passionate wave. Khadijah only replied with a short nod. He looked to the left right with his tail, afraid that Khoirul would suddenly appear.

May I be safe. You fool like a thief. I'm not in the mood to see Mr. Khoirul, the inner Khadijah.

"Ehem, ahem," the deheman's voice disperse Khadijah's inner voice.

Damnit damnit!

"Follow me into my room! S-E-K-A-R-A-N-G!"

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