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Chapter 25 - Enter My Word Room!

"For example, sir," lamented Khadijah. He was sure his ears must have been flushed due to the pressure from Khoirul's fingers.

"Mistake itself. Plaster plain a lot why wear patterned? Do you want to embarrass me in front of the students?"

"Yes, be cute, sir. The face of the father is too killer so let there be a little cute effects," elak Khadijah. She tried to give a snow-white smile so her husband would let go of her pull. Not as painful as it is, but being seen by Bik Sani certainly makes him embarrassed.

"Lock the room!"

"No," refused Khadijah. They would spend all night in bed. Oh naw.

"Come in my word room!" Khoirul.

"No, sir."

"Do you want me to be a jeweler here again?"

Khadijah shook his head quickly, "Although, sir. Okay, okay, I'm in the room." The woman ran up to her room, locking the door twice.

Khoirul followed, the man knocked on the door repeatedly but basically Khadija's slenging nature, making Khoirul's emotions even more heightened. "I count to three if not opened too, watch out for you! You'll give me D minus all."

In there, Khadijah groaned, "Damn!"

"One."

Khoirul gave a pause.

"Two."

"Ti.., uh..,"

Chequek!

Khadijah opened the door but his face was hidden behind it, "Promise first if you don't want anything."

"Who would promise? I really want to say anything to you" replied Khoirul casually. He pushed the door with extra power, forcing Khadijah to retreat to the maximum. He was trapped between Khoirul, the door and the wall.

"Remember the age, sir. If the age is more than thirty years, do not have a lot of emotions. Later high blood pressure, cholesterol rises as the face of old spit," pinta Khadijah with a silly explanation. The woman's grin was clearly seen mocking.

"Em, time? Then." Khoirul closed the door in a matter of seconds, then took Khadijah into his arms and took him flying towards their most beautiful place. Khoirul let out a tickle, while he himself chuckled at the beautiful hue on his wife's face. How pretty!

The two fought each other until they were tired. The drops of tears suddenly dropped, giving a sign that they had been on the verge of happiness. Khoirul focused all his attention on Khadija, then...

"Sir," muttered Khadijah with a dead red face.

"Hm, what?"

"Stop! I'm hungry." Khadijah had to put an end to something that had appeared before it was too late. Khoirul looked at him for a long time, but then nodded. "What kind of baby do you cook?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Em, scrambled eggs, sir."

"I made it," Khoirul broke up. He put on a meaningful smile, "but kiss me first."

The cup!

It is not usual for Khadijah to do so without much protest. "It."

"Again."

The cup!

"It's dong, sir. Mr. the smell of the sun" Khadijah murmured.

The cup!

It was not Khadijah but Khoirul who returned his wife's kiss. "Thank you. Princess take a shower first. I'll prepare a romantic evening together on the balcony."

"Balcony, Sir? Funny," cheered Khadijah. She walked away without bothering her husband. Inside the bathroom, the woman was humming an untitled romantic song. His feelings are improving and he hopes so.

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As the dinner went on for only a few minutes, the sound of Khadijah's ringtone interrupted the solemnity of the two. Khadijah saw the name on his phone screen.

"Who?" ask Khoirul.

"Nobody, sir."

"This is what I see!"

"I'm outside your house. There was no intention of stopping by but suddenly I wanted to see you" Richard said.

"Which house, brother?"

Richard laughed, "How many houses do you have? I never drove you home that time?"

Duh, I forgot? Where did I take Brother Richard? Mom's house or this house? The Khadijah is confused.

Khadijah tried to remember where their conversation was going. At that time, he and Khoirul had clashed with each other because of dinner. That meant Richard drove him home to Khoirul.

Duh, I'm so stupid. Why even clarify? Khadijah's mind was upset.

Khadijah should have told her parents' address was not Khoirul's.

"Khadija," call Richard impatient.

"Eh, yes, brother," said Khadijah.

"At home, right?"

"Iy, uh, no, brother. I'm out" elak Khadijah.

"Your lies are clearly visible, Colored. I'm going in, all of you want to know the house guy."

Click!

"Great!" pekik Khadija's. He approached Khoirul, "Sir, dang!"

"Why?"

"Sister Richard came to this house. He was already outside and on his way in. Duh, if caught can be bad!" khadijah.

Khoirul still ate voraciously despite the face in front of him tensing up incredibly, "You're telling me the address of this house?"

"Actually I was once driven home, sir. Explanation later, sir. I am panicking this. I'll go down first. Please don't go out of the room?" pinta Khadijah.

"Like me dong. This is my home" replied Khoirul lightly. He looked at Khadijah with a tinge of hatred, "let's say you're out."

"It has. But Richard doesn't believe."

"Your business then. Anyway I want to do whatever I want. This is my home, not his. I like to do it."

Khadijah's frustration is getting out of control. He pointed to Khoirul furious, "If you do not want to help yes already but do not add to my panic. Is it hard to be silent? It won't take long. It sucks." The woman stomped her feet quite hard, then turned away.

The bells of his house were heard repeatedly. When Khadijah came down, Bik Sani was already walking towards the door. Khadijah sped up as he shouted, "STOP, BIK!"

Bik Sani turned, "Why, Madam?" The movement of his hands was hindered by Khadijah's shout.

Khadijah set his breath that is not careless, "Bih .. let me sayah that. Bibik .. just come in."

"Good."

Khadija neutralized the beating of his heart before opening the door.

Chequek!

"Hi, brother," he said with a wide, contrived smile. He opens the door but closes it again, afraid that Richard sees a wedding photo of him.

Richard put on a puzzled face, "You can't wait to see me huh? Until it sweats like this." If only speech is not a problem but the man's hand has moved to Khadijah's face. Sweat that Khadijah did not realize.

Khadija. He wanted to refuse but Richard forced him.

"Well, this is better. Why stand up?" richard was confused. He looked behind Khadija, "close the door?"

"Mama papa is gone. I'm not used to receiving guests when I'm home alone. Sit here, brother," said Khadijah pointing to a table chair on the front porch.

Richard understood, he was following Khadijah's request. The man started an endless conversation. Even a joke asking for a drink was thrown so that Khadija was not just silent.

"I'll get it first, okay? Wait a minute, brother," said Khadijah.

Khadijah opened the door and closed it again. But he was taken aback by Khoirul's presence there. The man looked at him sharply, just as a lecturer caught his student late to his class.

"Are you kicking him or am I driving out?" khoirul whiskey.

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