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Chapter 18 - Just Okay?

Tok tok!

"Who?"

The voice that Khadijah had not heard all night finally rang loudly in the woman's ear. Khadijah put up the horses to go but he hesitated. Why would he have to run away? If he runs away, he'll prolong the problem. He should have been mad at Khoirul for not coming home last night.

Although Khoirul is angry at him but that does not mean he has to leave, does it? Khadija forced his will that what he thought was true. He also ran away at that time.

"Who? If it's not important, don't bother!" khoirul Tandas firmly.

Khadijah sizzled softly, "Sok busy." He took a deep breath, then, "me, sir. Raisa's."

"Lake in!"

Khadijah was forced to use his best friend's name to deceive Khoirul. The woman opened the door, walked in very slowly and stopped behind the closed door.

Suddenly Khadija's head was dizzy. How not to get dizzy if all day he was looking for Khoirul's whereabouts? The man was even lightly busy wrestling with his laptop. Damnit damnit!

"Raisa, how is her face like this? Plastic surgery?" sindir Khoirul's.

"Boyou wouldn't accept a guest if it was me, would you?"

Khoirul did not look at Khadijah's face. He asked his wife to sit down. A lump of frustration was still in his heart. She knows what she did last night, let alone Marwah contacting her to ask her where she is. But Khoirul refused to answer.

The man's indifference continued until morning. He deliberately did not teach and only gave online assignments to avoid Khadijah. But this afternoon, she had to go to college for tomorrow's chores while checking her children's work.

Khoirul did not expect Khadijah to come to him. How did his wife know he was there? Could it be Good Sani? But Khoirul already said not to tell Khadijah anything. Maybe someone else saw him enter the room.

"What's wrong?" ask Khoirul indifferently.

"Don't you want to apologize to me?"

"For?"

"For? You said last night. Did you not think about my feelings?" dengus Khadijah was upset. His fingers were clenched down there with a piercing glare.

Khoirul smiled amusedly full of ridicule, "Emang you thought of my feelings when you didn't come? How many times have I reminded you that last night we had a family dinner. You'd forgotten? Or pretend to have lost memory? Especially your reason? If I could vent my anger, maybe a whole day wouldn't be enough."

"So you want to yell at me?" challenge Khadijah.

"No. I'm busy just yelling at you. Please come out when it's done" Khoirul said.

"Boyou kicked me out?" ask Khadijah again. His hearing may be wrong.

"You didn't hear? I said please come out when you're done talking. I'm busy." This time Khoirul stared intently at Khadijah. His frustration was not as easy as it was to disappear just because Khadijah came to him. Sometimes the woman needs to be taught a lesson. It's good to be indifferent to him who can even always understand all the mistakes of the woman.

Khadijah was not sure Khoirul could behave like that to him. His self-esteem fell instantly. Khadijah will not seek forgiveness from her husband. They are both wrong!

Just be careful if you sleep in your room tonight. I kick it down, Khadijah's mind is planning bad intentions.

Khadijah came out of Khoirul's room. While Khoirul again busy filling the list of values. But his mind was not calm. He stopped his work, looking at the door leaf with a long sigh.

Is my wife snooping again? Inner judging.

Khoirul had wanted to pursue Khadijah but he abandoned his intentions. Not even ten minutes later, the door of the room opened again. Khadija appeared with eyes glistening furiously.

It did not take long for Khadijah to reach Khoirul.

"Okay, I'm sorry" he said lightly.

Khoirul knew that Khadija was not really sorry. But his efforts deserve a thumbs up.

"OK," answered Khoirul briefly.

Khadijah's eyebrows intertwine, "Only okay?"

"Then what?"

"Okay, Colonized, I forgive you and I'm sorry that I made you anxious. Did you sleep well last night? I should have replied that way" Khadijah said.

How patient are people in dealing with problems? Khoirul is sure that there is nothing as patient as he is in dealing with his wife.

With a deliberately sweetened diculum smile, Khoirul repeated his remark, "OK, Colored, I forgive you and I apologize for making you anxious. Did you sleep well last night?"

"of course. Why should I stay up late? I had breakfast this morning too. Lunch is also not less maruknya," replied Khadijah.

"You always have an appetite. Then as your apology, can you please help me? Help make this," Khoirul said.

Khadijah turned his head towards the laptop, "No way!"

"I give you a wrench for your job."

"Value A."

"A." B."

"A" Khadijah said.

"B plus."

"A, Mr. Khoirul."

"B plus, Colonized," Khoirul said.

"Well, if you don't want to" Khadija was fierce. He turned around but did not step.

B plus is good. If A is suspicious. Rarely did I get a B plus from that killer lecturer, Inner Khadijah.

Then he turned around again, "Okay, B plus yes, sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Please step aside, sir!" Khadijah took over the seat of Khoirul's pride. The woman looked at Khoirul's work and nodded confidently at his ability, "this is a small thing. Stay like this, then I'm done."

Kruyuk!!!

"What's that sound?" sindir Khoirul's. He smiled amusedly, "he said he was eating voraciously to the point of death but how come there were strange sounds? Sure you ate it?"

Khadijah cursed in his heart. Why do they sound at inappropriate times?

"It's late afternoon, sir. Eat it morning and noon" elak Khadijah.

"What do you want to eat? I can go out for a while to buy food."

"Em, sushi, sir. Fried chicken kremes same orange juice yes. Real orange squeeze."

"Have you? Big size fries don't want to?"

"We're here till night, sir?"

"Maybe."

Khadijah thought for a moment, "May. Two, then."

"Do your meticulous work. If it gets wrong, you have to repeat until it is right" Khoirul threatened.

"Yes, yes, sir."

Khoirul covered outside while Khadija was busy exploring the world of fishing. He didn't want to be a teacher because there were a lot of rules. He prefers to be an accountant who works in a state bank because his salary is more promising.

Thirty minutes later, Khoirul returned with a few plastic bags. On the way home he saw a meatball seller, so he ordered two packs. Khadija certainly did not expect himself to shop that much.

"Mother can finish all this?" ask Khadijah confused.

"Not me but you. Eat first!"

No need for two orders, Khadijah has invaded the food. She was so tempted by the meatballs that I was crazy about. Put the package into a plastic container, then enjoy it greedily. Sushi that he rarely enjoyed also took part in his mouth.

Khoirul just stared at Khadijah with a smile on his dikulum. The long-term problem was finally resolved only because the woman dared to protest it.

The dinner that was not too late was finally over. Khoirul cleaned things up and sat comfortably on the not-so-big sofa. He patted the right side, asking Khadija subtly to follow his directions.

"Who were you sent home last night?" ask Khoirul to the point.

Mampus me, Inner Khadijah. So Khoirul knows?

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