BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 15 - One vs. One

At 17.00 ...

Just before Khadijah stepped out of his faculty building, he was hit by a woman with a shoulder-length blonde hair. Khadijah knows who that woman is. Her name is Kaira, Fattan's ex-boyfriend, who is always looking for her.

Back then, there was no Raisa with her, so Khadija could freely respond to Kaira's emotional attitude.

"I don't think your ears are working properly. I told you Fattan was just messing with you but you opened your heart. Not ashamed? I didn't pass it, pretentious spread the charm. Wonderful as guys who still want to be with you," said Kaira.

Khadijah did not accept, he said his heart, "Who is ashamed? You should answer that question yourself. My ex is still alive! Not excited?"

People started to crowd. They defended Khadijah more because of the breakup of Kaira and Fattan not because of Khadijah but indeed the nature of Kaira who was chatty.

"You need glass!" kaira resolute. He intended to pull Khadijah's hair, but Khadija managed to dodge it.

"Main his usual hand" Khadijah quipped.

"OKAY. Want to challenge social knowledge?"

"Religion. Who are you? I'd rather take care of the thesis than you."

Khadija. He doesn't want to keep on going with Kaira. At first, their relationship was fine. Khadijah never knew who Kaira was until he heard gossip about the breakup of Kaira and Fattan. Then came the anger of Kaira who according to Khadijah in vain.

Kaira pulls Khadijah's half-abdominal shirt off making some of his buttons come off. Sontak Khadijah pulled the tip that was released and pulled up to cover the chest. Lucky she's the type of woman who wears a complete underwear so those who shroud up won't see anything she shouldn't.

Khadijah turned his body, staring intently at Kaira, "No ethics?"

"Go ahead. You have no ethics" Kaira said, not feeling guilty at all.

"Hajar, Colonized. Likely. Business school children do not have ethics," exclaimed someone from the stronghold of Khadijah defenders.

"Yes, just hajar. Don't fear!"

"We're a believer!"

Instantly Khadijah's courageous attitude emerged. He grinned wide. He had not done any warm-up moves for a long time. The look on Kaira's face that was originally trivial now looks panicked. He's preparing to escape. The battlefield is no longer his.

"Where are you going?" sentak Khadija's. She pulled Kaira's forced hair. His finger check on his shirt was accidentally released. Doesn't matter. All that looks is something more or less the same other women have. Consider it a bonus if the man who saw it.

"How dare it wiggle" said Kaira.

"Who said a crackle? One vs one. You and me. They are just supporters. Scared?"

"No!" elak Kaira, but his tone sounded trembling.

Without further ado, Khadijah began the fierce dispute. Kaira who is more feminine than Khadijah is unable to resist. He's losing a landslide. But unfortunately, the security guard first came to break them up.

"Huuuuu," cheers sounded dissatisfied accompanying the security guard's move leading Khadija and Kaira out of the faculty building.

Khadija stared cynically at Kaira, "Other times if you want one on one, call me. I can go whenever you want."

"Broast," said Kaira. She breezed away while styling her disheveled hair.

Khadijah did not realize that he also had the same fate as Kaira. He even became the laughingstock of the other children. The woman had just rearranged her appearance when she reached the parking lot.

From the reflection of the car window glass, Khadijah combed his hair. He turned his lips to and fro because his lipstick was smeared in all directions. Luckily, she is the type who rarely wears thick lipstick.

Suddenly the car window slowly came down. Khadija retreated. He just found out someone was in the car. A man he knew very well. A man with a cute face, sweet and likes to pay attention. His attitude is too beautiful to miss. No wonder if the man was once an idol.

"Hi, Colored," greeted the man with a smile on his sweet dikulum.

"Sister Richard?"

"really. How are you doing? Em, wait a minute. I'm out first" said the man named Richard. Richard opened the door and turned to Khadijah who was still silent. He stretched out his hand, "how are you?*

"Ba-good, Brother. How's brother?"

"Good dong. What are you doing? Why is your face red? Then your clothes?" Richard narrowed his eyes as if he knew what Khadija was doing.

"Awhile yeah. I got a jacket in the car. Wait." Wait."

Richard ran to the back seat of the car, opened it and grabbed his own leather jacket that he had not yet worn. He assigned it to Khadijah, "It's still unused."

"Thank you, Brother."

Khadijah accepted it reluctantly. Refusing senior brother gifts is not good, accepting with open arms also feels less good.

Richard is a one-level senior in the Economics faculty. But since Khadija has not finished college in the past two years, their distance is further than it should be.

"Aren't there any invites? Want me to drop you off?" ask Richard.

"No work on this campus?"

"It's done. Coincidentally going home and I see you."

Khadijah remembered he had dinner plans at the Khoirul family home, but seeing Richard's kindness, again he could not resist. "Not a hassle, is it, brother?"

"No. Enter yuk!"

"Thank you, Brother."

The short journey became longer as Richard attempted to have a conversation with Khadijah. For a long time she had been enamored with the woman even though she knew Khadija was not the type to commit to.

Though other women will gladly accept his love if Richard expressed his heart. Because the uniqueness of Khadijah makes Richard want to get his heart.

"I work in a private company in central Jakarta" Khoirul said without question.

"Em, where, brother?"

Richard named the company. Khadijah. The company did not carelessly accept employees, so Richard was among the lucky ones.

"Would you be successful, brother? Must be a lot of people who have a crush?"

"A lot but I'm waiting for someone."

"Who?" ask Khadijah to know.

"You. So, do you now have any desire to marry me?"

"Thus .. uhuk!" Khadija.

To the point once, Inner Khadijah.

"Why?" ask Richard amusedly.

"So, I'm surprised."

"You are twenty-five years old. Who knows if you got married, you have the passion to finish your college. I can pay your tuition up to S2 if necessary" Richard assured Khadijah.

My husband can also pay for my college, Kak, Inner Khadijah.

"I'm also a hard worker and already have some savings. For the house, I just want to take one year, yes maybe another year is finished. Although only a small housing but the location is very convenient. You must be living there" explained Richard. This is a kind of brief explanation of the seeds, weights and weights of prospective husbands.

Khadija held his breath. He feels uncomfortable. He gave Richard false hope. But to be honest, Khadija is not ready.

"We just met today, brother. This conversation is too heavy. Can we not talk about this? If I may give advice, you better find another woman who is better than me" Khadijah subtly refused.

Richard smiled wryly, "If it were about finding another woman, there would definitely be a rejection right? Can you wait, right? I haven't introduced myself much further. I ... wait a minute, Colored. There's a phone."

Richard took the call. He then agreed. With a face of pity, he asked Khadija to come with him, "I have to go to my superior's house to pick up the documents because I have to hand them over tonight to the client. You come with me for a minute, right? I promise it won't be long. After that, I'll take you home."

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