BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 16 - Stories of the Past

"Where is your wife?" ask Marwah - Mama Khoirul-with a sour face. The woman in casual clothes, my side-arm top combined with a long skirt, did not expect to get any humiliation from her daughter-in-law. "Dare he come?"

"Khadijah's still on campus, Ma. It will soon appear, too" elak Khoirul.

Marwah mocked Khoirul's remark, "Just tell him you're about to show up. Where is that kid possible on campus? If he's that craft, he can't be late for graduation. Students are eternal for up to two five years. Why do you like him too? Look for a couple more like our family. Not that you don't want to accept people from the bottom, but if the model Khadija many out there."

Khoirul put down his spoon. His heart was upset that Khadija was being vilified. "Ma, I don't want to argue. I'm done eating. I'd better go home. Next time I come with Khadijah."

"You haven't been polite since you lived with that kid?" sindir Marwah's.

"Mama," rebuked Raden - Papa Khoirul-subtle.

"Why? Mama is right? Khoirul never left this house if not in a hurry for a meeting. Anyway mama so do not like Khadijah," interrupted Marwah.

The atmosphere is no longer supportive. Especially if it is heard by his sister - Kinan-who is lucky to be taking online lessons for his S2 lecture. Khoirul, who is well known for his discipline, will never look bad in his sister's eyes.

"I say goodbye, Ma, Pa" Khoirul said.

During the trip, Khoirul did not try to contact Khadijah. He was already upset and did not want to argue for now. He only hoped Khadijah was already at home, so he could hear his wife's reasoning.

But who would have thought if Khoirul had to swallow his disappointment.

"Not yet to go home, Bik?" khoirul asked disappointed.

"Not yet, Sir."

"Prepare the guest room, Bik. If Khadijah comes home, let me know but don't tell him I'm home. Ask him if he has a dinner appointment with my family or not" Khoirul said. His face was tangled, his hair was disheveled. Even the t-shirts she wears are irregular in shape.

"Good, Sir. Sir, would you like me to make some coffee?"

"By, Bik."

"Wait a minute, sir."

Bik Sani glides into the guest room to arrange a little Khoirul sleeping gear. Then the woman turned to the kitchen to make coffee with half a teaspoon of sugar. Seeing Khoirul staring far out the window, Sani did not want to disturb him. The woman came out after saying goodbye.

Khoirul breathed a heavy sigh. The guest room he was currently using was located on the first floor that led to the front fence. He could tell if someone was coming.

What the hell are you looking for in our marriage, Colonized? I know our marriage is sudden and you definitely don't have any feelings for me. But how nice of you to know me first slowly. One by one my kindness will surely be seen. Don't just think of yourself, inner Khoirul is desperate.

There is nothing Khoirul can blame. He is guilty too. Before he knew Khadijah, he knew his wife's family first, especially Burhan.

Burhan is an online driver who becomes a subscription when carrying his important items left at home. There are times when Khoirul is lazy to drive and use the services of Burhan as a substitute driver.

Their relationship is pretty close. Until an incident requires Khoirul to help. Burhan and Khoirul were caught in an accident because his legs were unable to step on the car brakes, making him have to pay a heavy cost of damage caused.

Moreover, there was one victim of a middle-aged man who had to be financed by his funeral process and compensation, making Burhan could not just run away.

"How much is it, sir? Let me change" Khoirul told police officers who recorded some of the damage.

"No, Sir! I don't want to be troublesome and have a lot of debt" Burhan said.

"Sir Burhan doesn't have to pay. I will also take this car" Khoirul said. At that time, he was indeed climbing the peak of his career as a lecturer. After all he was from a capable family who could buy them all new vehicles.

"No, Sir. I can't."

It's okay to make good use of the origin of the goal. Khoirul wants to marry Khadijah. Khadijah was not his dream type but his heart thumped at the sight of the woman. How thrilling! A challenge for him to make the woman submit to him.

Khoirul's soluble mind was lost when he heard the roar of the car engine from the front. The man approached the iron pillar of the window, snapping at the curtains.

A little while later, Khadijah appeared who stepped with a sneak.

"Who is he coming home to?" khoirul. Khadijah's behavior is exactly like a thief who was almost caught red-handed.

Khoirul has no intention of doing anything. He just kept quiet and heard Bik Sani's voice greeting Khadijah. Then the man stepped towards the door to hear more clearly.

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"Mrs Colored?" bik Sani's.

"Eh, em, yes, Bik. What's up?" tanya Khadijah stammered.

"Just come home, Madam?"

"Yes, Bik. There's a college assignment."

"I saw you go out to dinner with your family, Madam didn't come?" ask Bik Sani again. He interrogated Khadijah like Khoirul's men.

"Em, that, me," murmured Khadijah indistinctly. He was not happy because he could not keep his promise. It wasn't his fault that Richard forced him to come with him to fly here and there. He even got dinner. "Where's Mr Khoirul, Bik?"

"Master hasn't come home yet, Madam. The possibility of staying at her parents' house," explained bik Sani.

"Em, yes, Bik. I'll go to the room first."

"Do you want me to prepare dinner, ma'am?"

Khadijah shook his head, "I'm full, Bik."

"All right then."

Khadijah hurriedly climbed the stairs. He opened the door and felt something different. There was no husband in there. Khadijah put his bag on the table while thinking. Does he need to call Khoirul? Or should he come to Khoirul at his father-in-law's house?

How'this? Khadija could not sleep well if he did not make up with Khoirul. He realized he was guilty. He shouldn't have served Richard. But he hesitated to reject Richard. His senior is too kind.

"Ah, bodo. Shower first!" gumam Khadija's.

Fifteen minutes later ...

Khadijah saw his reflection on the surface of the mirror. The red hue on his face was very domineering. Was this because of Richard's overly sweet attitude, which she couldn't get from her husband? But two people can't have the same nature, right?

"When do I like Richard?" ask Khadijah to himself.

Women who are married but like other men is not it including infidelity?

Khadijah refused to admit it. He finally went down to the kitchen, looking for Bik Sani. When the housekeeper was absent, Khadijah searched the back of the house.

"Bik, do you know the address of Mr Khoirul's parents' house?" ask Khadijah to the point.

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