BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 22 - What Is Your Husband's Name?

A minute before the greeting was heard, Khadijah's bead of eyes caught a familiar figure walking over. Khoirul who was beside him, was accidentally pushed a bit away so that they would not be seen together. Not a bit distant, but very far away. That woman is really disrespectful.

"Who, what are you doing here? Same who?" ask Richard.

Khoirul who is not ready for the movement of his wife, must be willing to his body to kiss the lobby floor. Everyone who passed by in the area, looked at Khoirul with a faint laugh.

What the hell, Colonized? Why aren't they slammed? Inner Khoirul was upset.

Khoirul saw Khadija giving him a sign to stay in place, but a few seconds later it turned into a palm swipe. The man was clearly furious.

"Hi, Brother. What's up here? Em, what's the point here?" ask Khadijah nervously.

"I'll ask you first. But it's okay to answer. I have a seminar in the ballroom. It's still five but I arrived early on purpose. You alone?"

"Em, I .. I .. I'm waiting for papa's mama to come down."

"Stay here?" ask Richard. His eyes did not escape Khadijah. It was as if every movement of Khadijah became a pleasure for him.

"Em, yes. Every once in a while," chirped Khadijah.

"Oh. Would you like to say hello, would you? It's almost there, right?"

Khadijah's eyes glared, "No, uh, meaning they don't like to be disturbed when on vacation. Next time, Brother."

Richard frowned, "Okay. By the way, have you eaten?"

"Udah" alibi Khadija. But his stomach was sounding. The woman hit him in the stomach, "it's very noisy."

Richard chuckled amusedly, "Eat the same night I want to? I haven't been in a seminar. But if it's too late, it's okay. Uh, wait, Colored, I seem to see someone I know. Waita minute. Don't go anywhere."

Richard ran towards Khoirul. He greeted the man before him, "Pak Khoirul right? Remember with me?"

"Richard. Of course I remember. The most reliable student at that time was just you. Now you look more established" said Khoirul. He tried to suppress his dislike of seeing Richard who was too familiar with Khadija.

"Fight to be established, sir. What are you doing here? Stay at this hotel?"

Of course Richard thought so because Khoirul's way of dressing was too casual.

Khoirul glanced at Khadijah. The woman shook her head, giving instructions forcibly. But Khoirul won't be that easy. "Em, yes. Mumpung wants to stay. You alone?"

"There's a seminar, sir. Have you had dinner yet?"

"I was just intending to eat" Khoirul replied casually.

Khadijah snorted in annoyance. How can her code not be seen by her husband? Khoirul should have refused Richard's invitation. How could the three of them have dinner together?

Richard smiled wryly, "Good then. I also have one more friend. Who knows if you know him." He turned to Khadijah and brought Khoirul along.

Before Richard introduced himself to Khoirul, the woman first greeted her lecturer. Pretending to meet by accident.

"Sir Khoirul? Well, it just so happens to be here" said Khadijah sumringah. Khoirul only nodded briefly.

"Ah, yes, I forgot that Khadijah and I are a faculty. My father also taught. It just so happens" said Richard happily.

Khadijah and Khoirul grinned lazily. The three of them walked to the dining area. The menu is incomplete because it is not yet dinner time.

Khadijah, Khoirul and Richard each brought trays to choose their meals. Khadijah cannot be silent when it comes to food. He chose more than five meals at a time not including desserts.

While Khoirul only chose two menus because his appetite dropped seeing the closeness of Richard with his wife. Richard seemed to want to show his lecturer that they would be a romantic partner.

When Khadijah choked, Richard gave him a drink. But what did Khoirul do? The man lost. He held onto his glass furiously without any intention of giving it away.

Khadijah is not unaware of Khoirul's annoyance but he hopes Khoirul knows that they are in a backstreet relationship. Richard must not know and must not know.

Khadijah choked again. This time he took his own glass.

"certain. My age may not have a wife yet" Khoirul said as he glanced at Khadijah. His wife's position is flanked by two handsome men with their respective charms.

"Who, Sir? Do I know him?"

"Of course ... no." Again Khoirul glanced at Khadijah.

"Is she pretty?"

"Not really. It's just .. sweet," Khoirul replied skeptically.

Khadijah was uncomfortable with the two men's talks. He cleared his throat, "Sister Richard don't like to be curious about other people's lives. Mr. Khoirul must be uncomfortable with your questions."

Richard patted his forehead as if realizing his folly, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm too excited."

"No problem. In exchange I also want to ask you. Do you have a wife?"

Richard smiled faintly, his eyes clearly on Khadija. "There, Sir. But not confirmed. The woman has not yet agreed. I was struggling. If you don't mind, you can also help me gain his trust."

"Who's the guy?" ask Khoirul without interest. Anyone can guess the woman Richard was aiming for.

"There's beside the father" Richard said, flashing fondly at Khadijah.

Khadijah breathed a tired sigh. Again he will be months joking Khoirul. He saw Khoirul looking at him cynically without being recorded by Richard.

"Oh, Khadija. Why don't you accept Richard, Colored? The man beside you is very reliable. He even worked in a decent place. You can live better" Khoirul explained.

"I still want to go to college, sir. I haven't even graduated yet" Khadija said.

"Oh yeah? Listen to yourself, right, Richard? Khadijah still wants to go to college. So, you just wait a few more years. Who knows if you want to marry him. That's if he's not married to another man" Khoirul cerocos. He put down his coffee mug, "I'll excuse you. Thank you for buying me dinner. May you be lucky with your love story. If you are not lucky, be patient. Excuse me too, Seized. Don't eat too much. Your stomach will explode."

The sentence of satire means that Khadija must immediately move from there. As soon as Khoirul was not seen again, Khadija decided to leave. To be honest Richard got in the way but because Khadija insisted, the man could do nothing.

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"Ehem, glad to be alone with the future husband," greeted Khoirul when Khadijah entered the room.

"What the hell, sir? I already have a husband too" Khadijah said. He broke into Khoirul's defense who refused to move from there.

"Who's your husband?" khoirul. He followed Khadijah's steps.

"Father" replied Khadijah. She brushed her hair with her fingers. His steps stopped suddenly making Khoirul freely embrace him from behind. "What the hell, sir?"

"What's your husband's name?"

"Sir Khoirul."

"Who?"

"K-H-O-I-R-U-L!!" khadijah's rework is full of emphasis.

A friendly kiss landed in the curve of Khadijah's neck. Khadijah bristles. That sudden touch made his heart rustle. Oh, God, it feels so beautiful. Khadija felt himself flying, breaking through the boundary of the clouds.

"Thank you" whispered Khoirul. He twisted his wife's body, "still sick?"

Somehow Khadijah suddenly shook his head, "No, sir."

"Come, we'll start the honeymoon, honey."

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