BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 21 - Call Dear, First!

Khoirul came out of the bathroom with a sour face. He did not give up his eyes on Khadijah who was busy tasting the lunch menu from the hotel. The woman sat on the bed, facing off against a large television.

The Chanel he saw was not national news, sports or anything that could help the learning process but instead a yellow cartoon sponge with holes everywhere.

"Em, it's delicious" Khoirul said.

"Emang, sir," replied Khadijah casually. He did not even glance at Khoirul at all. While Khoirul was busy drying his hair with a towel.

"Can you help me?" ask Khoirul.

"What else, sir? I'm on a metime," grumbled Khadijah.

"Hey, I brought you here not for metime, Sejah. I want a honeymoon with you, my wife. We can do anything both. Like last night could. You are such a pleasure," said Khoirul.

Khadijah choked on hearing her husband's indecent remarks, her eyes glared, "Father if you talk filtered first why the hell? Who is the fun too? Father of good times can young leaves, still fresh and ranum. If you don't marry me, which father might ..geez, sir!"

Khoirul suddenly attacked Khadija. He hugged Khadijah, then gave a kiss on his wife's forehead. Luckily Khoirul was more alert by carrying the food tray away, so it was not splattered everywhere.

Khadija is busy controlling himself. There was such a strong burst of desire when she inhaled the scent of her husband's shampoo. His body parts were asking for his rights. He is not a man who is fascinated by men. But this time another.

Am I starting to like my husband? Why just a hug has made me float like this? What is Pak Khoirul? Usually I'm not like this, inner Khadijah.

Khoirul flicked his wife's forehead, "What else do you think? If your head is used properly you must have graduated from when the year."

"Far away, sir. I can't breathe" muttered Khadijah. He prepared to kick, but Khoirul first held his leg.

"Not again!"

"So, you don't want to go away yourself."

Suddenly the atmosphere became more awkward. Khoirul walked down Khadijah's face with his gaze, "Did you hurt last night?"

Khadijah.

"Why are you quiet?"

"My time should be screaming, sir? We're on campus" said Khadijah.

"I mean talk to me that way."

"This is what I've been talking about."

"It turns out you're a virgin" murmured Khoirul.

Khadijah said, "What do you think I am? The evidence is bloody, right? That cleans up too, father."

The man rubbed his wife's eyelids so that they were no longer full of emotion. She wisely said, "If you talk to your husband, don't use muscles can you? That's polite so, colonized. I'm older than you that you need to respect. If you're more relaxed, your face is getting sweeter."

"My life is sweet, sir," Khadijah said.

"No, ngeyel."

"Wrong again" said Khadijah.

Khoirul smiled, "I am happy to be married to you."

"Good, sir."

"When what are you?" khoirul asked expectantly.

"Let's think about it, sir."

"Learn to understand me. I'll do the same."

Khadijah has started to open up. Even if rejected is free. They're already married. Stay how later.

"So, can I ask for my rights again tonight?" ask Khoirul.

Khadijah glared, "Sick, sir. Wait another week."

"Huh?"

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"Dijah, Colored, Colored," call Raisa on the other end of the phone.

At half-time in the afternoon, the woman contacted Khadijah. Khadijah thought there was a rumor that shook the campus, it was just news about her husband.

"What the hell, Sa? That's how it is," complained Khadijah. His voice dominated. He had just woken up, forced to wake up because of the ringing sound of his cell phone.

"Do you know?"

"Nothing is."

"Wait for dong. Mr. Khoirul is out again today" whispered Raisa.

"Keep why?"

"Two days he was absent, Sejah. Don't you wonder why you're suddenly absent? Mr. Khoirul was never absent."

Yes, obviously absent. He was beside me, the inner Khadijah.

"There may be an event" said Khadijah.

"Who are you?" raisa asked with suspicion.

"Nobody's the same."

"So that's the sound? The argh? Like someone who's doing that" accuse Raisa.

"Enak. By the way filtered first why the hell. I'm having another show with my parents."

Raisa remains suspicious of her best friend. May Khadijah have a lover but secretly related behind him. "You sure are your parents? Where try I say hello."

Khadijah glanced at Khoirul in annoyance. Because of Khoirul, Raisa became suspicious of him. "They're busy. Yes huh? Don't call me just."

"Lha is poured..,"

Before Raisa was finished, Khadijah decided on the call unilaterally. He glared fiercely at Khoirul, "Father can be a prank. I'm calling this."

"Who told my ngegosipin?" khoirul murmured with his eyes closed. His consciousness has not recovered properly.

"Swipe, sir, his hand" complained Khadija.

"No. It's a comfortable position."

"I'm hungry, sir."

"Eat me" Khoirul joked.

"Whatever, sir. Talk to you, father."

Suddenly Khadijah's stomach rang loudly. Khoirul laughed and heard it.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes dong, sir. From noon I only eat a little."

Khoirul's eyelids open, "A little? Chicken rice, vegetables, fruit salad, drinks, same cake you say a little?"

"The same father."

"I just took a little chicken, huh? Don't talk like I'm a diner. I'm offended," said Khoirul.

"God, sir, just get angry."

"Whatever. I snatch," said Khoirul. He put on a sullen face, then threw away his face. His arms were also removed from Khadijah. The man tilted his body, completely enraged.

He matures prematurely perhaps, the inner Khadijah.

"Sir?" call Khadijah.

"Hm."

"That's crashing. It's still being answered."

"Answering the greeting is mandatory" Khoirul replied.

"Eat yuk, sir?"

"Call baby first."

"Don't be like little dong, sir."

"Just let it go" Khoirul said.

"You want to eat? Otherwise I go down alone" threatened Khadijah.

"Say dear, Colored. What trouble is it? Call your husband dear. Come, splints! I wait for you."

Khoirul's position is still facing the other direction. He had not wanted to turn around if Khadija would not follow his request. But whose name is Khadijah might just say yes? He got out of his sleep, went to the bathroom to wash his face.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Khoirul was still the same position. The woman refused to say anything. He picked up his wallet and cell phone, then sauntered away.

Before reaching the door, Khadijah shouted, "I want to find a new husband who does not lash out. Bye, Mr. Khoirul."

"Nooo!" shout Khoirul. He quickly moved out of his place. There's no way he'd let Khadijah just like that. He took his wallet and ran outside.

His movement almost lost to Khadijah. Luckily, he was able to enter an elevator with his wife. There are only the two of them.

Khadijah glanced at her husband's disheveled appearance. His smile appeared. "What are you doing?"

"Why?"

"Collapse."

"Where the hell?" Khoirul tidied his hair with one hand, but it worsened his appearance. Khadijah intervened. She helped her husband. Her eyes were busy researching her husband's hair salon into its own entertainment for Khoirul.

Until they were in the hotel lobby, someone called Khadija.

"Who, what are you doing here? Same who?"

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