BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 31 - Forced

If only it could be that easy. Khadijah shook his head quickly, "No way, sir. I'm not ready yet. Later if I am ready to be born, I will definitely acknowledge our marriage, sir."

"You want the cats to keep going?"

"I can still survive, sir," Khadija said.

Khoirul can't do much. He nodded tiredly, "Well if you are still insistent as well. We're going home now."

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At night, there was no excessive interaction between Khadijah and Khoirul. They are too tired to argue. Khoirul did not even comment on what his wife was doing. To be honest he already wanted to introduce Khadijah to everyone including his married lecturer acquaintances.

Khoirul who is notoriously cold wants to have another image. He wanted everyone to know that he could have a wife too, but what to do. He will maintain the secret relationship.

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It was a very hot day. Khadija swept away the sweat that flooded his body. Half tired he's going through the hallway of the building. He had already finished class and was intending to eat in the cafeteria for a while before heading home.

Again he was alone. Raisa's gone somewhere. He had not yet ordered food, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Hi," said Miranti kindly. He also greeted the seller's mothers.

Duh, what the hell do you want? Batin Khadijah's.

"Hi, Mum. Want to eat too?"

"No. I just want to ask you. Where were you last night?" search Miranti.

"Neither Raisa, Ma'am. Wh why? Mommy came to my house?" khadijah asked pretending not to know what Miranti meant.

Miranti frowned, "Not so. I seem to see you at the party."

Now Khadijah has a confused face, "What party, Mom?"

"Miss Tiara's wedding party. I sure saw you there. Don't you?"

Khadijah smiled amusedly, "Mother is there. I just didn't get an invitation from Miss Tiara. After all, the invited ones must be the lecturers. I'm just a student who happens to not be a major with him. One hundred percent of mothers are wrong."

"Then anyway? But it's true too. You are not an adult. I should have believed in Khoirul" muttered Miranti.

"What did Mr Khoirul say, Mom?"

"There's no way you're coming."

Khadijah nodded in understanding, "I eat first huh?"

Miranti left when she saw Khadija receiving a plate containing food ordered from the seller. Khadijah sat with a face that was still tense. Luckily he could twist the facts, otherwise his disguise would be exposed.

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A few days later ...

Khadijah was surprised by the presence of Marwah in his home. Her mother-in-law suddenly asked her to prepare.

"For what, Ma?" ask Khadijah confused.

"Follow it! Don't ask too many questions" said Marwah.

Khadijah did not argue anymore. He climbed into his room, changed his clothes more casually as usual - t-shirts and shorts - then took his sling bag.

"What the fuck?" shouted Marwah when he saw the appearance of Khadijah. Couldn't her daughter-in-law understand that she had to match her appearance with her in-laws?

"Why, Ma?"

"Khoirul didn't buy you a dress? What clothes are these? High School boy? Replace it! Just wear a dress" Marwah said.

Khadijah rolled his eyes, annoyed, "Ma, this colonized is used to wearing clothes like this. It's not comfortable to wear a dress."

"Can you not argue too much?"

"I'm just expressing my opinion, Ma," elak Khadijah.

Marwah went up to Khadijah's room, before opening the glass closet, she first looked at the state of the room is neat but not too clean. Then the torturous-sounding tips and commands began to reverberate.

Thirty minutes later, they were done. Khadijah pulled the collar of her dress in annoyance. Why should he follow all the rules of Marwah? His life is not just following the will of others let alone in-laws who do not like him.

Marwah asked the driver to leave immediately because they were too late. "Because of you."

Because of you, Khadijah replied in his heart.

The four-wheeled vehicle drove towards the highway. There is no need to describe too much because every street during the day is always crowded. Still lucky they didn't get stuck.

The new vehicle stopped in front of a five-star hotel that Khadija had been in with Khoirul. The woman guessed what Marwah would do there. A party? Nope. Their clothes are too relaxed. Lunched? Same who? The surprise? Is Khoirul also there with his Papa?

Imagining her mother-in-law had turned into a kind-hearted in-law made Khadija happy. But his guess is a hundred percent missed. They went to one of the menicure pedicure centers and also a relaxation massage for women.

"Want to come here?" ask Khadijah confused. Why should she wear a dress?

"Why? Never been?" sindir Marwah's. He has made appointments for relaxation massages and also menicure pedicures that cost tens of millions of rupiah.

"Why do I have to wear these clothes?" ask Khadijah.

"Let you not be seen. Oh, yeah, please don't call mama. Call Auntie. I don't like people knowing who you are."

Why was I brought here when my mom wouldn't admit me? Go alone can. Basic old mothers, Inner Khadijah.

Someone came up to them, "Everybody got a massage, ma'am?"

"No! Only me. He's just waiting" said Marwah.

Huh huh? Khadijah successfully gawking. She's a mosquito repellent? Damnit damnit!

Marwah smiled obliquely before she went inside. Khadijah was led to sit on the front of special guests. In his heart he kept on cursing. If he knew this, he wouldn't have come. She knew how many hours of relaxation massage was, not to mention menicure pedicure.

The bent face of the woman could not be hidden. He glanced at everyone who greeted him. It feels like being played. But it's not Khadijah if he's just quiet. He got up to the registration section and informed her that he wanted a massage.

"What's the bill, ma'am?" ask Khadijah curious.

"Thirty million, ma'am."

The woman's eyes were instantly rounded. So expensive. But Khadijah remained on her desire to conquer the woman who gave birth to her husband. "Let my mother-in-law pay the bill, Ma'am. Will ask bill just like him, huh? Where am I supposed to go?"

Though confused the woman drove Khadijah to the dressing room. Even if Marwah refuses to pay, he carries Khoirul's black card. It was more than enough to pay for her massage.

When Khadijah came in, Marwah protested, "Why are you here?"

"Good mother-in-law, thank you for the treat. Thanks to mama, your daughter-in-law can enjoy an expensive relaxation massage. Oh, yeah, you guys pay for the Menicure Pedicure to be colonized, Ma? Thank you," said Khadijah sumringah made-up. His loud volume of speech made the women who were busy with his work giggle amused without a sound.

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"Why are you smiling like that? Where did it come from?" khoirul asked when he saw his wife coming home with a big smile.

Khadijah moved his body comfortably, "From the massage place. Brought by mama."

"Remain treatable?"

Khadijah put on a mysterious smile, "Forced." If he remembers what he did when Marwah refused to pay his bill, he can laugh all night. Marwah's face was no longer like the in-laws who could be as careless as his son-in-law.

"What are you mama doing? I'm curious" Khoirul said.

"Secret."

"Welcome!"

Khadijah just laughed a little while going up to his room. Ah, it's nice today. Turns out to be pampering yourself for a favor.

"Oh, yes, sir. Do you want a massage?" khadijah shouted from the door of their room.

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