BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 30 - Sucks Cry

"Khadija?"

Calls that Khadijah did not want to hear finally appeared. A familiar voice because the woman had met him several times. Damnit damnit!

"Wrong people" Khadijah said in a ruffled voice.

Khadijah will not take Miranti's words for granted. He took his mask as fast as lightning like a marathon athlete who took an object from his friend's hand, then lowered his head deeply so that the lecturer in front of him was not sure that what he was calling was Khadija.

"Khadija," cried Miranti again.

Khadijah will not. He intended to run towards the open space in the garden area of the modern house that is merciful. He saw the crowd of guests were on the left, so there was definitely an empty space he could use to hide.

Khadija almost stepped on her own dress because she forgot to lift up the height of her long dress. His mouth was busy hissing out of direction while his heart was cussing at Miranti's presence.

Didn't that woman just go to university? He didn't get an invitation, did he? How come it's suddenly here? A ghost appears uninvited. Duh, really good tonight. Though his intention was to enjoy a delicious dish at the buffet table. It sucks! Batin Khadijah's.

Khadijah's breath faltered. The place used for the party is in the living room, the front porch is connected to the yard. The bathroom is on the back side.

So Khadijah took the right road intending to escape through the terrace area. But instead he was trapped among the people.

"Dijah," call Miranti again. Her voice boomed. What if people find out about his whereabouts?

"Where is Khoirul?" he muttered while wailing.

Bodo! I gotta get out of here. Do not happen anything, do I wear a mask, inner Khadijah.

Khadijah put on his mask well, then came out with normal steps. He nodded at the guests he passed by, then stepped outside the fence. Until there he was still not calm because it turned out that Miranti was chasing him.

"That's a man who is not satisfied" muttered Khadijah. She raised her dress higher and higher, then ran to the right. The housing consists of only four houses of different size. Khadijah only needs to go through one house and arrive at the entrance of the housing.

His stomach that has not been filled with food is forced to be used to exercise. As long as he can run away from Miranti.

When he looked, the woman was no longer there. Then Khadijah could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Where's my crown?" muttered. His head feels light. It turned out that it had fallen when he had run.

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Khoirul looked back repeatedly but his wife had not yet appeared. He went to say hello to the senior lecturer when Khadijah went to the bathroom, but he only spoke for a few minutes and then returned to his original place.

"Who are you looking for, Mr Khoirul?" tanya Samsul who suddenly appeared behind Khoirul. For a long time they did not greet each other because of their busy lives.

"Nobody is wanted, Mr. Samsul," Khoirul joked in a soft voice.

"Who's here?" whispered Samsul because in front of him there are two people who are talking about the new curriculum. They actually want to know Khoirul's opinion because Khoirul's IQ is above average.

Khoirul fiercely glared, "Shut up!"

"I saw there was a Miranti."

"No way" elak Khoirul. He was not feeling well with the two people in front of him so he asked for a moment to talk to Samsul. "I'll let you know later if I've read all the curriculum, sir. Excuse me first."

Khoirul takes Samsul to a quieter place. He wanted an explanation for Samsul's far-fetched information.

"I don't believe it. Miranti gets a special invitation from Miss Tiara because it turns out they have known for a long time. So no one made it up" Samsul explained.

"Kok left? Uh, it's Miranti" exclaimed Samsul as he pointed ahead. He greeted Miranti first but only nodded because she wanted to talk to Khoirul.

Miranti flicked her palm with her mask, then began to speak, "You brought Khadijah here?"

How did he know? Khoirul.

"Who said it?" elak Khoirul's. He desperately hid his surprise. His flat face was forced to relax, but in his heart he was worried that Khadija suddenly came out of the bathroom.

"I told you. Last time in the bathroom, I saw Khadija fall. The mask came off so I knew. If you don't bring him, then who is he coming with? Surprisingly he ran away when I called him" Miranti explained.

Khoirul chuckled amusedly, "You dream? This is a lecturer-only party. Why is there Khadija?"

"Who are you then? I heard you were with your fiancee? Why don't I know?" miranti cerca.

"What does this have to do with you? Want me to have a fiance or not is not your business," said Khoirul Sharp. He let Miranti think about her words while she paid a farewell to Tiara because she had to hunt Khadijah. Poor wife!

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Khadijah took off his heels and that useless fucking mask. Her hair was a little disheveled because of her escape earlier. His eyeballs were heating up due to the continuous motor smoke showering down on his face.

He walked on the sidewalk, through the tall trees. There are no street vendors there because it is forbidden to sell. Maybe a few more miles will be a crowd.

"Why didn't Pak Khoirul look for me? He should have realized that I could not be contacted" muttered Khadijah while kicking a pebble in front of him. But then she screamed because her toes were bleeding. "Damn!"

The woman stopped, bent her knees to look at her wound. "Not bad, but it hurts." She was crying in silence. He should have brought his wallet instead of just a cell phone whose battery lives twenty percent. He could not take a taxi or other vehicle.

Khadijah decided to stay there. Her expensive dress became a pedestal while her legs dangled onto the highway. He was sure that the people who passed by the place were laughing at him.

"I asked for a backstreet, but I was also upset" Khadijah murmured. The night sky had no stars at all. "If the count to a hundred Pak Khoirul has not yet appeared, look out?"

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"Thirty-three, thirty." Khadijah stopped counting when a car stopped in front of him. "Finally come too."

Khoirul got down in a hurry, approached his wife, "Where's your phone? Why can't I contact you?"

"Lowbath, sir."

"You're all right? After crying, right?" guess Khoirul while researching every curve of his wife's body, "bloody, dear."

"Biarin" ketus Khadija. Suddenly she wanted to cry hysterically. The clear water is already mounting in the eye pelupuk, ready for freefall. "Yetoooo."

"Why even date?" pekik Khoirul panicked. He tried to calm his wife, but was not ignored at all. "Go home first, huh? The crying will continue later."

The crying had been replaced with a sob. Khadijah saw her husband sharply, "Where is the crying postponed, sir?"

Khoirul sighed slowly. Thank goodness Khadijah is better, his mind is happy. If you have nagged surely the mood of his wife is no longer moody.

"could. Postponed first. I treat you first at home, then you get ready to sleep but before going to bed cry first" explained Khoirul. He took his wife into the car with his shoes and a bag. The man also crossed his seatbelt for Khadijah. His wife looked at him which looked awful. "Are we just announcing our marriage?"

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