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Chapter 27 - Khadijah Is Married?

Nothing could beat Khoirul's smile when they entered the cafe area not far from home. The man always imagined Khadijah speech that made himself soar into the sky. If only tonight there were no stars, surely Khoirul's smile could turn the dark sky bright.

Let others take it too much but Khoirul feels himself the luckiest man in the world.

Khadijah had no intention of creeping on her husband's arm even though many squinted at their arrival. Perhaps they thought that Khadijah was Khoirul's younger brother. Khadijah's relaxed appearance is inversely proportional to Khoirul. No one thought they were a couple.

"Any steak?" ask Khoirul make sure.

"Hm, can you do something else?"

"Of course."

Khadijah looked at the menu list and thought. He pointed to three main menus at once, a dessert and a drink. Khoirul did not mind what was ordered because whatever made Khadijah happy, he would also be happy.

Dinner went well this time. Nothing made them have to throw each other painful jokes. Khadija also did not express too much. Ah, it's nice if the two people make peace with each other.

Unfortunately, God always wants something else. When they got out of the cafe, someone approached. The feminine-clothed woman with a menor but pleasing makeup greeted Khoirul kindly.

Khadijah who was walking right behind Khoirul stopped suddenly. He put his ears together and pretended not to know each other.

"Hey. It is a coincidence to meet here, Khoirul," said the woman. Friendly indeed, but from the tone of his speech as if to show that they have a relationship that is more than just friends.

"Eh, Miranti, what are you doing here?" khoirul asked nervously. He glanced at Khadijah who was still there.

Khadijah processed the name in his brain memory but did not find a single name that he could remember. Wh who?

"You eat. Nyobain steak here said it was delicious. Are you the same?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Khoirul said goodbye, but Miranti pulled him to stay there. The man behaved awkwardly, afraid that Khadijah thought nothing of it. "I'm tired actually. We can talk next time."

"You're the same college buddy you were. Why is it so cold? You should be happy to see me. Oh, yeah, I have some important news. I was accepted to teach at the same university as you. Tomorrow I start teaching. I majored in agriculture" explained Miranti sumringah. He thought the good news could make Khoirul like him. Because he knows that Khoirul is the type that is difficult to conquer.

Khadijah was very hard. Miranti turned to him, "Who?" The purpose of the question was directed at Khoirul because his eyes were fixed on the man.

"Faraway brother," sidelines Khadijah. He changed his mind about not knowing each other. He wanted to know what they were talking about next. While Khoirul grumbled in his heart because he did not like the answer.

"Oh, your brother? Hey, I'm Miranti. Your sister-in-law's college friend first. At once..," Miranti's speech came to a halt. He whispered but in a normal tone, "almost a TTM."

"Oh, TTM? That's right," replied Khadijah annoyed. He glanced at Khoirul, "me to the car first, brother. Talking for a long time is okay."

"Basically women lack of work. Pak Khoirul's people used to be. Do you know why? Like to wonder with women today," grumbled Khadijah. Either slowly or deliberately voiced loudly, but Khoirul had time to sing a amused smile.

"Cock smile? Do you like it when we're a university?" ask Miranti confidently.

"Because of the good news, so I must be happy. But I'm so sorry, Mir, I have to go home. My brother, if you wait, can be angry. I'll be the one who gets my parents' scolding. Sorry, yes" said Khoirul.

"No problem. We meet tomorrow."

Khoirul nodded unconvinced. He would rather avoid. When he got in the car, Khadijah began giving his scathing comments.

"Ah, almost a TTM? Pantes familiar so," said Khadijah.

"He thought so but I never had any thoughts leading up to it" Khoirul replied casually.

"Em, right? So do not like the attention-seeking pretender," Khadijah murmured.

The four-wheeled vehicle started walking out of the cafe parking lot. The streets are always crowded at hours like this. Moreover, many couples who like to join hands on the side of the road.

"She said I was ordinary? Who's looking for attention?"

"Who said it?" elak Khadija's.

"That's you ranting to yourself."

"I never say anything, sir. If you speak directly." Khadijah drew a line of smiles full of ridicule.

"Dijah, Colored, you really like to avoid," said Khoirul. His hands stretched out toward Khadijah's head, caressing it affectionately. "Are you jealous?"

"OK then. It's even good because I can freely meet Miranti."

"I just can't meet Brother Richard but you yourself are happy to meet other women. Ih, the mouth of a man like a land crocodile," muttered Khadijah.

"It's not at all like the land crocodile that matters when at home I only like one woman."

"Who?"

"Khadija."

Khadija smiled shyly. Without speaking, he showed that he likes to get compliments. While Khoirul also widened his smile.

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Morning full of cloudiness. Before leaving for campus, Khoirul brought one folding umbrella into his briefcase and another into the car, then asked Khadija to hurry. He had a seminar this morning at the hotel but he wanted to take Khadijah first.

"Sir, put it down at the crossroad?" pinta Khadija's.

"Yes. As usual."

"What time is it coming home?" ask Khadijah again. He looked at his phone seriously without any concern for Khoirul.

"Hour twelve. Wh why? Wanna pick up?"

"No, sir. I'm going to the library with Raisa." Khadijah smiled to himself reading a message from Raisa.

"Just like Raisa?"

"Hm" muttered Khadijah without interest.

Khoirul feels eliminated if the woman is busy with her phone. Irritatedly he pulled the object out of Khadijah's hands, then glanced as his wife looked at him unacceptable. "If spoken to it is heard, observed and lived. Not ignored. He said he doesn't like being ignored? How are you so yourself? As long as I'm the same, you can't hold a lot of cell phones."

Khadijah sighed in annoyance, "Just bother."

"Try answering again. Are you going with Raisa or with Richard and Fattan?"

"Raisa doang, sir. Oh my God, don't believe it once. I also just sent a message to Raisa. You take my cell phone all over."

Khoirul looked at Khadijah's phone screen with one hand. How surprised he was after seeing one voice message sent to Raisa. "Wire, Colored."

"What's up, sir?"

"I think you need to confirm with Raisa about our relationship" Khoirul said without sin.

"Oh, God!" pekik Khadija's. He took his phone back and looked at the contents of his conversation with Raisa. It's true there was a voice message. When the woman pressed the on sign, her voice and Khoirul's voice were heard. "What is this father?"

Khoirul flicked his shoulders, "Tell me the truth. Raisa's your best friend, she'll keep it a secret."

"Ah, this man. Must have been tight when you took my phone. Be careful if Raisa inclines me with, but what I say," said Khadijah annoyed.

Not yet had Khadijah delete the message, Raisa had already replied to the message.

[Oh, God, what am I hearing about this, being colonized? You guys, uh, I mean, you and Mr Khoirul are dating? Oh, my God!!!]

The message haunts Khadijah. How'this?

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After many hours of stories, Khadijah finally finished his life. Raisa still could not understand the plot of Khadija's life so difficult. He felt guilty but he was happy with his best friend's wedding.

"If you knew you were married, I would have given you a gift" she said.

"Who's getting married? Khadija is married?" The voice suddenly sounded from behind. The two women who were busy talking turned their heads with their eyes fully rounded.

Especially this?

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