BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 32 - Oh, Father Expelled Me?

"Oh, yes, sir. Do you want a massage?"

The question shared the cold winds in the long dry season. Khoirul certainly would not refuse. He ran quickly to their room, welcoming a question he would not think twice about again.

Khadijah is still at the door. The woman frowned as Khoirul brought her into the room in a hurry. "What do you want to do?"

"Shewed massage. Yuk!"

Khoirul opened his plain t-shirt, almost plunged into their bed but Khadijah spoke again. "I mean if you want a massage, I have a recommendation for a good massage. Uh, but that was a special woman, sir. Don't deh! Later scolded by her parents. I'm just looking elsewhere."

Instantly the cold wind that had refreshed Khoirul turned into a hot wind that stung the surface of his skin. The man looked at his wife, not believing the joke that had placed false hope in her.

"Why see me so?" ask Khadijah confused. She had a fight with her husband and only realized what the man was thinking. "Gosh, so you think I'm the one who massaged you? Ooo, I deserve to take my shirt off. Why the hell, sir? Whenever I can always be misinterpreted."

Khoirul re-wears his t-shirt with a manyun face. "You were intentional, right? It has awakened but does not want to continue. My fantasy is everywhere but you're talking about massage? You want me to massage in there? Touching those women who have a lot of customers?"

"How did you get there, sir? I'd say it's a male masseuse. That means the father whose head is everywhere. My amazement," elak Khadijah. She scowled, "who would want her husband to be held by someone else? If I may, but not another woman."

Inevitably Khoirul smiled obliquely. He's back to getting that fresh breeze, "Makanya, let's go massage! I'm ready."

"Later, sir. I'm gonna take a shower first."

Khoirul pulled Khadijah's wrist, "I'm coming!"

"Can't, sir. I'm not sure if you come" Elak Khadijah. There they'll be long in the bathroom. But this time her husband paid no heed. He stepped into the bathroom first before his wife nagged even further.

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A bright morning ...

There were no dark clouds marching over the sky, only sunlight through the gaps of the glass windows. Khadijah woke up early, intending to surprise her husband because he could get up early.

There is something strange about Khoirul. It's almost six but he hasn't opened his eyes yet. It's not usually that the man wakes up late.

Khadijah approached her husband, half shouting he called Khoirul's name. There was no response. Khoirul just muttered indistinctly. Curious Khadija put his palm on Khoirul's forehead.

"Jeez, I have a fever" cried Khadijah. She tried to wake Khoirul up so she knew how bad her husband was, "Mas, get up!"

The lips that had been clenched suddenly widened to hear Khadijah's speech. "I'm sick you just called me that. Try calling again."

Khadijah hit Khoirul's stomach in annoyance. He was really anxious but Khoirul was joking.

"Sick, Sutured," Khoirul complained.

"Bodo. I don't care if you get sick or not." Khadijah intends to leave but her husband gets in the way.

"Take me fever medicine in the medicine box?" pinta Khoirul's.

"Where are you, sir?"

"Below."

"Wait a minute."

Although Khadijah was arrogant, he followed Khoirul's direction. He asked Bik Sani where the medicine box was, then took a glass of water. He just remembered that Khoirul has not had breakfast. He looked at the food Bik Sani had prepared and brought a plate of complete portions.

When he reached the room, Khoirul had already straightened his body. His back is resting on the head of the bed. Khadijah sat next to Khoirul, fed him and opened the tablets for her husband.

"For last night I took a shower, right? That's why don't like to follow. So fever, right?" namel Khadijah.

"It's not my fault but your fault. You're flirting with me."

"Eating up should wait for thirty minutes to go to sleep again."

"Yes, then you just shut up like this. No need to go to college. Can you permit, right? Students will also not protest if you are absent. Yeah iyeah. Lecturer killer who likes to give D minus value where dikangenin anyway?" gerutu Khadijah was unconscious.

"You're mocking me?"

"Little."

"But I can't be absent, Colonized. There's an important class. Maybe I left a little unlucky after my condition was much better."

Khadijah was anxious whenever her husband was more concerned with others than herself. "Just whatever father. I've been dizzy hearing you protest for a long time."

"What time are you leaving?"

"Nine" ketus Khadijah.

"Then go with me huh? Wouldn't you?"

"No. I'm leaving alone. Why follow the father who can not be said. I want to take a shower" infuriated Khadijah. He passed from there. Khoirul could still smile at the annoyance of his wife. He was very sure that Khadija could not just abandon him.

It is true that Khoirul thought. His wife followed him and asked him to be careful. He also got into the same car even though his tirade did not stop.

When they reached the crossroads of the road often used to bring down Khadijah, the woman did not stop the vehicle.

"Why don't you come down? Not usually," said Khoirul.

"Oh, did you throw me out?"

"You don't want to get caught in a car with me."

"Yes, sir. I'll come down after you get down. Parking in a rather quiet place so no one will know" said Khadijah. He directed the driver to find a parking space that is not strategic.

Khadijah, who was waiting for Khoirul to come down, remained vigilant to see her husband. Khoirul's sometimes unbalanced movements made him anxious. Luckily the fever had gone down and lived to overcome the dizziness that suddenly appeared.

Hope the class goes well today. So there is no reason for Khoirul to be on campus for too long.

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An hour later ...

Along the way Khadijah felt his heart beating fast. He gets a message from Raisa that Khoirul suddenly faints in the middle of class.

Khadijah who was sitting in the campus garden immediately ran towards the health room. He no longer paid attention to the crowded streets in front of him. I don't know how many times he hit people.

O Lord, save my husband, Inner Khadijah.

He turned to the right, then continued his steps a few meters and finally he reached the infirmary. The name of the room on the door surface. Without further ado the woman opened the door, unconcerned by the sound of the door's thump reflected off the wall.

"Pak Khoirul" he said with a gasp of breath. Khadijah did not expect that there would be people waiting for her husband.

Miranti looked at herself confusedly, "Khadija? Why is it here?"

"Mom why is she here?" ketus Khadija's. She approached her husband who had not yet opened his eyes.

Miranti was visibly offended by Khadijah's question. He replied with a sharp remark, "You are polite with me. Although I am your brother's friend, but I am a lecturer here. I deserve to be here because I am close to Khoirul. Why did you suddenly appear? If you're just a brother, that doesn't mean you can. Are you lying about your relationship?"

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