BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 19 - I'm No Virgin!

"Sheena. I'm the same Raisa, sir," replied Khadijah.

"Don't make our peace backfire again, Colonized. I know you're not going with Raisa. Come on, talk to me! Who did you go with? Fattan?" accuse Khoirul. His attitude was indeed calm but contained a lot of pressure in it.

"The father started. Can we not interfere in each other's affairs, sir? I am tired of always fighting with my dad. Are you tired of fighting with me?"

"Just because I'm tired, I want you to act like a wife. Don't play with other men. I can be jealous too" Khoirul said.

"I have this attitude, too, sir. I'm also still my father's wife."

Father's wife? Malunya, Inner Khadijah.

"Then, I want you to make me like your husband."

"meaning?"

Khoirul brought his face closer to Khadija. Great reflexes from Khadija as the woman pulls her head up against the edge of the sofa. Their eyes clashed with each other.

"Are you not interested in me?" khoirul asked in a stifled voice.

"Em, as a lecturer..,"

"Not as a lecturer, but as a man," interrupted Khoirul impatiently.

"Em, you want me..,"

Again Khoirul interrupted, "Honest."

"Em, more or less like a sister to me. If you say I am interested, I am interested. I mean interested because the lecturer so I can get good grades. But if you are interested as a man, maybe not yet" explained Khadijah at length.

Honestly, Khoirul felt intimidated by Khadijah's words. The attention he showed was no different from a brother's attention to his sister. Why is he trying to be a good husband?

"Who said you can get good grades just for free?" cynic Khoirul.

"Loh, you said that. I can get a B plus if I help you with your tasks. It's not fair dong, sir," Khadija murmured. Why was he doing Khoirul's job so earnestly?

"I haven't finished talking. If your workmanship is good, your grades will follow, too" said Khoirul.

"Oh, you just reasoned. Just tell me that you're stingy" ketus Khadijah.

The woman's lips began to frown, a sign that if soon the anger would peak. Khoirul swiftly asked Khadijah to take his laptop, "I correct first."

Khadijah did not answer. He just stared annoyed. A quarter of an hour later, the man finished correcting. Khadijah did not react. Both tiny eyelids were closed.

Sweetness, inner Khoirul.

Not a single man could hold back if he saw the beauty presented before him. Khoirul is the same. He's a normal guy. It is fitting that his heart rumbled violently when approaching Khadija.

Khoirul looked at his wife's tiny face. How wonderful God's creation is. Khoirul is unceasingly grateful for having obtained a woman as beautiful as Khadijah.

Slowly, his fingers penetrated the surface of Khadijah's face. At first he hesitated because he thought Khadija must be angry.

Is he really sleeping? Or maybe just trying to tease me? Inner Khoirul alert.

But the responsibility. If not now when else? Being colonized must have understood that if I needed her as a real wife, Khoirul's mind returned.

Self-confidence is rising. Khoirul ventured to wipe Khadijah's face. Khoirul also gives a small pinching sensation there. The man smiled amusedly.

Khadija started to move. His eyelids opened and flickered impatiently. He is not aware of the situation. The closeness between them was too torturous.

Khadija intended to move his shoulders to compensate for Khoirul's height, but Khoirul held him back. "What's up, sir?"

Duh, my voice looks like a pinch rat, Khadijah's inner shame. Wrong yourself why sit too close? Khadija must be shaking not playing.

Khadijah shook his head, "The satisfaction is too awkward, sir."

"Leave it. His name is also husband and wife" said Khoirul casually. He started his swab again, this time towards Khadijah's pink lips. "Please, just once I want to ask for my rights."

"I'm still red dated, sir," elak Khadijah.

"liks. I saw in the bathroom there was no more of that. Your face is brighter too. You are not sick either. Don't try to dodge it, Colored? It is a sin that you reject me" Khoirul said.

Duh, caught! Batin Khadijah's.

"Can't talk anymore, right? You want to accept my treatment or am I angry with you again? I won't go home. Let it be if you look for me" Khoirul threatened.

Khadijah's eyebrows intertwined, "Father messed up? He could threaten me with that. You don't go home either. Go to .. em ..,"

The sudden pull on the nape of Khadijah left the woman unable to dodge anymore. Surprise is inevitable. Khadijah could do nothing but shut his mouth shut. He refused whatever Khoirul did.

Khoirul has tried his hardest, but the results are nil. He's breaking the distance. "Open up!"

Khadijah shook his head quickly.

"Do I have to look elsewhere?" khoirul asked in despair.

Khadijah.

"Then?"

Khadija felt himself outrageous. Seeing Khoirul's despair made his heart touched. Should he do it now? In this place? In the place where he used to find knowledge? With lecturers? Oh, my God, this is a dilemma for a student like her.

Khoirul is starting to be impatient. He placed his laptop, directed Khadijah's shoulder to fully point at him. "What are you thinking?"

"Everyone" murmured Khadijah. His face lowered, "father don't force me dong. I was a little girl."

"Little? Usually your age will want to feel something new, right? What I see is that women who are already puberty never hesitate to go to a club. Twenty-five years old, what do you say is small? What age do you want? Thirty years? I have to wait for you five years, Colonized? Oh, my God," Khoirul said.

Khadijah flickered exactly a fool. "Father is often like this when you're with your boyfriends?"

"I've never dated" Khoirul said.

"I'm not ready yet. Next time, sir."

Khadija hastily rose. The mistake he made was why he didn't look down there. When his feet hit the table leg, his body also slumped. Khadija.

Khoirul swiftly took over his wife's body. What happened is predictable. That ice-cold hug had turned into a heady warm embrace.

Khadija was not prepared to refuse, she accepted her husband's sweet treatment. When they were both ambitious to complement each other, Khadijah no longer remembered what rejection was.

Half her shoulders were open, then the beautiful journey ended in a sweet finish. Sweat floods, adding to the burning heart. Then Khadijah realized that he had given all his possessions to Khoirul.

I am no longer a virgin, Inner Khadijah.

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Tok tok!

"Sir Khoirul, you haven't come home from yesterday? There's a pussy for you" the sound of the campus security guards startling two humans hugging on a couch.

Oh no!

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