BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 29 - Oh, No!

Khoirul sighed softly, then approached his wife, "Why should he be ashamed? What do you think of me? I like luxury goods? That so?"

Khadijah shook his head, "No, sir."

"Then?"

"I'm ashamed, sir. You give me the latest phone, I just have an idea to buy you a watch. I think I want to drown my face, sir."

Khoirul knew what his wife was thinking. He hugged Khadijah fondly, "Where drowned? To bathtub?" The man joked that Khadija was not too tense.

"No breath, sir," muttered Khadijah annoyed.

"Yes, you yourself are dizzy just because of the gift" said Khoirul as he stretched their arms. He asked Khadija to put the watch on his wrist.

Khadijah reluctantly followed her husband's orders. Khoirul looked at the shiny object in his hand, "The price is expensive huh?"

"You can't get notifications of purchases from your black card?" ask Khadijah confused.

Khoirul flicked his shoulders, "I don't want to interfere in your affairs. I gave the card to your spending money, your needs, so you want to use it for anything I will not forbid except to cheat. Well, that's I must be mad big."

"Daddy, do you know my intentions? I really want to cheat. You see there are so many handsome men out there," said Khadijah origin.

Khoirul pulls the tip of his wife's nose, "Start naughty huh?"

"Duh, sick, sir," cried Khadijah.

"You've finally been so. Never have such a thought. It might happen someday too. We're not married for two years, colonized. But forever, until death do us part."

Sweetie! Khadija felt her eye bead heat up. She doesn't want to cry. He just wanted to be happy for Khoirul's trust in their household.

"What's that sound?" tease Khoirul when he heard Khadija's stomach sounding loud.

"Well, hungry again." Khadijah.

"Then, make some boiled noodles?"

Khadijah nodded quickly, a brilliant idea popping into his head. "Don't you have a portable stove?"

"There was. Why the hell?"

"Eat on the balcony!"

Khoirul is always not out of thought with the ideas of Khadijah who sometimes nyeleneh. But he was grateful that his wife's mood was back up.

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All preparations are done. Khadija who prepared everything including ingredients to boil noodles. He had used a portable stove before when the first high school camping event. All children should be able to do everything themselves, including cooking.

Khoirul intended to help but Khadija refused firmly. He who put all the ingredients according to their softness, then waited until they were perfectly cooked. Not too soft nor too hard.

"Ready, sir," said Khadijah. His tongue was already swaying, wanting the food to enter his mouth.

Khoirul is just waiting. He wanted to know if Khadijah took the initiative to take food for him or if he was just thinking about himself.

Khadija took a small bowl, as small as a hand, and then took the noodles that were still half curly. He smiled knotingly before finally putting the food into his mouth.

What do I expect from a wife who prefers food over her own husband. Khoirul, Khoirul, Inner Khoirul is anxious.

"Why don't you eat?" ask Khadijah confused. He just wanted to take another spoon.

"I thought you'd eat alone." Khoirul began to take his own food before he starved to wait for Khadija to regain consciousness.

"No, Sir. Two packs of noodles is too much for me."

"Dijah, Colonized, everywhere the husband used to be served a new wife. You are eating for your own stomach" grumbled Khoirul.

"Pak Khoirul, today there is no such thing as a first-served husband. Times have changed. Wives also want to be served not only husband," said Khadijah. His mouth was unceasingly grinding those boiled noodles.

"It seems you think so" Khoirul said. He took Khadijah's bowl, "i'm a bribe."

Khadijah did not intend to refuse. The woman opened her mouth. As soon as the food reached his mouth, Khoirul suddenly kissed his lips before he could chew.

Khadijah's eyes glanced, and he coughed. Khoirul held out a drink with an amused smile. He deliberately did it so that Khadijah knew he was upset.

"Pak Khoirul" jolted Khadijah.

Khoirul did not answer, he took a tissue and scooped Khadijah's lips with water. "Hm."

"It is dangerous to kiss someone whose position it is" muttered Khadijah.

"If now?" khoirul Goda.

"No! Finish your meal first, sir. Later soft noodles," elak Khadijah.

Khoirul pretended to nod understandingly, "Alright. Later after eating don't expect you to get away from me."

Khadijah bristles. It's really creepy, just like horror movies.

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Khadijah was in the arms of Khoirul, while Khoirul rubbed his wife's hair affectionately. The man hissed, he forgot something.

"Why, Sir? Tired?" ask Khadijah.

"Of course not. Wh why? Want again?" khoirul Canda.

Khadijah shook his head quickly, "Tired, sir."

Khoirul chuckled, "I forgot that tomorrow night is Miss Tiara's wedding."

"Miss Tiara?"

"Hm. I guess it's still a long time. Tomorrow's the twenty-seventh, right?"

Khadijah nodded, "Rubber."

"You want to accompany me?"

Khadijah said, "No way, sir. I will be asked again."

"Jawab only my distant brother" Khoirul said. He reminded Khadijah that his words at that time were very disturbing.

"Vengeance is the story."

"Mistake it yourself. It won't be caught. The guest wears a black dress code with Cinderella masks. So everyone must be wearing a mask. Let's just say you did research on how your lecturers party," explained Khoirul.

Khadijah thought for a moment. There's no harm either. Moreover, he did not show his face directly. "Are you sure you want to take me?"

"Related, dear."

"Don't call me darling, sir. Tingly."

"Why the hell, honey?" khoirul Goda.

"Ish, Mr. Khoirul."

"What, Honey?"

"No know. I want to sleep. Where's my shirt?" ask Khadijah while looking at his clothes scattered below.

"Not wear it. This is how comfortable it is."

Duh, the heart of the woman is racing back.

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The next night ...

Khadijah looked at the dress she was wearing with a sumringah. She is beautiful, so is her thinking. Moreover, plus a petite crown on the loop of her hair that was forced up. Just put on the same colored mask as Khoirul and he finished preparing.

As he was descending, Khoirul admired his wife's beauty through the gaze of his eyes. No compliments at all. The man boasted a smile seeing Khadija frowning before they set off.

"Why?"

"No compliments, sir?"

"Beauty" praised Khoirul.

"What?"

"They."

"Ish" hissed Khadijah.

"You're the prettiest at the party. But it will be even more beautiful if you call me 'Mas' or 'Honey'. Don't 'Sir'! Later the other lecturer suspected you," pinta Khoirul.

"I also know that, sir, uh, Mas."

"Well, that's smart."

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An hour passed ...

Khadija yawned repeatedly. It turns out boring to attend the wedding of a lecturer who mostly tells the experience of teaching at a top public university.

She was saying goodbye to the bathroom, but she accidentally hit someone at the exit. Oh, naw! Mask removed.

"Khadija?"

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