BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 14 - Eat Yourself, Sir!

Like a man caught stealing flowers in a national park, Khadijah speaks a thousand languages. He followed Khoirul's steps with a flat face. As soon as the two of them entered the familiar room, Khoirul hugged him.

Dahi Khadijah. Suddenly being hugged just like that certainly made his heart unsafe.

"I think you ran away with another man" Khoirul said. Relief was clearly heard in the man's voice.

"I originally wanted it to be, sir."

The hug unraveled. Khoirul's eagle eyes were ready to pounce on Khadijah, "I mean? Do you have that thought?"

"Yes. My own fault Father fiercely same me."

"I'm not fierce, I'm oppressed, but you won't listen to me" elak Khoirul.

Khadijah took a few steps back, "I'm wrong again? I've run away again." The woman had already turned around but Khoirul held back her wrist.

"You can leave me?"

Can Khadijah be flattered by her husband's words? An unexpected statement yet felt real in the ear. Women's feelings will be easily destroyed if it is a matter of expression of a man's heart.

"Then, can you please do my job?"

"No! That's called nepotism" Khoirul said firmly. He saw Khadijah's little eyes begin to move impatiently, he quickly interrupted, "but if it helps you a little, I can still."

Khadijah hissed, "Pelite!"

"You what?"

Khadija had to nod. Than no help at all. "OK on."

"Wait for me at home!"

"Yes. Excuse me first. There's a class" said Khadijah.

"The diligent."

"Yes, sir."

Khadijah came out of Khoirul's room. There was relief in his heart. It turns out that making peace can make the heart more comfortable. Last night Khadijah was upset because Khoirul did not call him again. Somehow the desire of his heart to be noticed further was very domineering.

Now, after Khoirul's words were heard, Khadija was no longer worried. But the question is whether Khoirul already has feelings for him? Or was it Khadijah who began to open his heart?

"Smiles are not clear" Raisa said. He flanked Khadijah's arm, "why was he suddenly called Pak Khoirul? About the task again?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You want help?"

"No. I want to finish it myself" Khadijah refused. She had already gotten help from her more reliable husband than Raisa.

"Related?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes already."

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Thirty minutes feels like thirty hours. Khadijah has received many subtle reprimands but full of frustration from her husband but she can still survive. His eyeballs were completely rounded, as if protesting against Khoirul's words that he was difficult to understand.

"Still confused too?" khoirul asked with a long breath.

"According to father?" sudang Khadija's.

"Can't you just turn back what I asked?"

"And you asked, I answered. If you are silent I am silent too."

"For a long time I could be stressed, colonized," Khoirul complained. He pressed his painful forehead as a result of Khadija. I don't know why that woman challenged her. Trivial things must sound complicated.

"Then just stop here, sir. I can ask Fattan for help." Khadijah closed his laptop, intending to get up.

"Jngn move!"

Khadijah rolled his eyes, "Well stress, sir?"

"It's okay. I can do it until morning. Go, continue!"

"But I'm hungry, sir."

"Don't you just have dinner an hour ago?" khoirul asked confused.

Khoirul rounded his eyes, speechless, "You eat or maruk?"

"Pregnancy, sir."

"You can yawn if you eat that much" said Khoirul. Although the man's mouth seemed to dislike the way Khadija eats, but his finger was busy pressing the screen of his phone. He then contacted customer service inter-messages and mentioned Khadijah's orders in as much detail as possible without anyone being forgotten.

Khadijah smiled amusedly at her husband's behavior. He reopened his laptop and typed something. He decided to graduate this year no matter how.

Thirty minutes later ...

Khadijah's order arrived safely. Khoirul had not fully sat down, the woman had already taken her food. No need to make much pleasantries, Khadijah began to devour him.

Khoirul was not unappetizing, he was just happy to see Khadija eating voraciously. Puckering appears. The man advanced his face, "One mouthful dong."

"Eat alone, sir," Khadija refused.

Khadijah had not had time to enter the pizza piece, Khoirul devoured it quickly.

Khadijah said, "Father!"

"Hm, delicious," murmured Khoirul.

"Ish, the serobot."

"It's okay, have your own wife."

Own wife? It tickled Khadijah's heart. The hue of his face was met with red, getting red when Khoirul rubbed it.

"The sweetness" Khoirul murmured again.

Damnit damnit! I became deg-degan, Inner Khadijah.

"Dad like me?"

"Like. If not for what I marry you" replied Khoirul lightly.

"Why new now? Why didn't you propose to me first? Minimal approach. I always wondered why I suddenly had to marry my own teacher. Is it because I am often late in the eyes of his college or because the lecturer has a grudge on me. Until now I still do not understand why my father could be my husband" explained Khadijah.

"That's called destiny. Unexpected and unplanned. Now I ask, do you regret marrying me?"

Khadija. Truthfully, part of his heart spoke so. She was too young to be the wife of anyone else let alone her own lecturer. But seeing how Khoirul took care of her, she became grateful to have a responsible husband.

Khoirul suddenly had a bad feeling, "You're sorry." It's not a question but a statement.

Khadijah flicked his shoulders, "It's too early to say regret, sir."

"I'm sorry that I suddenly married you. But believe me, I don't want to erase your youth. I just want to do my best" Khoirul explained.

Khadija smiled wryly. The heart's intention to finish the pizza has been lost because of that talk. "We'll stop this conversation, sir. I'm not comfortable."

"alright. Finish your food! We start again after I'm out of the bathroom."

"Em, fine."

The two people were both unable to make peace with their hearts. Had Khoirul been willing to explain what happened, Khadija would have understood.

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Morning ...

"Later tonight we had dinner at my parents' house, Colonized. You don't go anywhere after you get home from college" Khoirul said.

Khadija. He had only once interacted with the Khoirul family, even during the wedding. There was no more meeting. Khadijah thought they would not interact much because it was a rather distant place to live. He has not prepared himself.

"I think I'd like to study all night, sir. You go alone" elak Khadijah.

"No! You must come! The point! I'll be mad if you act busy."

"All right, then."

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At 19.00 ...

"Where is he? It was past the appointed hour. Does he really not appreciate me?" sudang Khoirul with his fierce face.

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