BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 33 - The Base of Grandma Attachments

Is he crazy? Why suddenly discuss relationship issues? What does it matter if I'm being rude? She who? So cool to be a lecturer. Does she think I'm a student who can be scolded? Oh, can't. I'm Khadijah. How could it possibly be silent if trampled so? Batin Khadijah.

"Who said you deserve to be here? Mr Khoirul's fiancee's mother? Is the mother also his future wife? Oh, same thing between a fiancee and a future wife. I came here because I heard Mr. Khoirul passed out. Can't I pay attention to my own teacher? Especially my brother Khoirul. What right does my mother forbid me?" jolt Khadijah in one deep breath.

"You dare to be with me?"

"Well, if I'm right, why should I be afraid, ma'am?" khadijah. He approached Khoirul who had not yet woken up despite two women confronting him.

Miranti. He took a deep breath ready to reply but his phone rang. He looked at the name of the caller, then received the call.

"Yes, Miss," he said with an eyeball pointing at Khadijah. His gaze was very unfriendly. "I'm going there now."

Miranti had to get up from her seat. In fact, he did not want to leave Khoirul with Khadijah. "We're not done yet."

"You want to go on again, Mom? I'm not afraid."

Miranti. The woman left with a loud jolt on her heels.

Khadijah glanced cynically at Miranti even though the woman was no longer in her sight. She then sat down next to her husband. No words said. His palm swipe showed that he was reluctant to speak.

The medical room was uninhabited except for Khadijah and Khoirul. So Khadijah was waiting for her husband to wake up.

"You are very brave" the voice of the raucous Khoirul welcomed Khadijah's residence.

Khadijah stroked his chest in surprise at the man's words. "Away awake?"

Khoirul opened his eyes, he gave a smile looking at Khadija's face. "It."

"Since when?"

"Since you've been screaming."

"Ish, why not defend me anyway, sir?" his Khadijah.

"I've wanted to defend but you suddenly just talk like that. I'm surprised you dared to fight Miranti."

Khadijah flicked his shoulders, "What should I be afraid of? Miranti's mother first irritated me. It just seems to embarrass me. If he knew who I was, he wouldn't dare to comment so much."

Khoirul's lips widened, the sweetness of his wife. "Who are you?"

"The wife of the father," said Khadijah proudly.

"Aren't you afraid of being heard?"

"No. There's no one else here but us, sir. Oh, yes, sir. Why did you faint? Dizziness? Or another fever?" ask Khadijah while sticking a palm on Khoirul's forehead. "No fever."

"I'm also confused as to why I fainted. It was clear that when I was reviewing the lesson ahead, my head suddenly turned. It's a kind of headache but it's too painful" Khoirul explained.

"Then what now?"

"It hurts."

"I'll get you some medicine?"

"You know the cure?"

Khadijah nodded confidently, but Khoirul did not believe his wife. He gave instructions to call the doctor to be given the right medicine.

"Father why does the same wife herself not believe?" sudang Khadija's.

"Take medicine first I believe in you."

"Basic. It still hurts." Khadija sat down again. He didn't know who the doctor was guarding today, so he chose to wait.

Moments later, a woman came with a small package in her hand. He had just come out to buy lunch when Khoirul was taken to the infirmary.

"Sir Khoirul? Could you fall too?" ask the woman with an unusual joke. He checked Khoirul's condition including blood pressure and so on. Then he gave the medicine according to Khoirul's condition. When he saw Khadija, his curiosity arose, "Khadija isn't it?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Why can it be here? You brought Mr Khoirul?"

Khadijah intended to shake his head but Khoirul interrupted, "Yes, Mom. If it wasn't for Khadijah, it might have gotten worse."

"Thank you, Colored. You are so kind" said the woman. He asked Khoirul to rest for at least an hour due to the effects of the drug. After that Khoirul can go home.

"If you are tired, go home first" Khoirul told Khadijah. His voice was deliberately lowered so that the guard doctor did not hear their conversation.

"I wait until you can wake up on your own. Then we go home together" Khadijah said.

"All right."

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After they got into the car, Khadija asked Khoirul to lie on his lap. Such simple treatment made Khoirul feel lucky to have a wife Khadijah.

"Sir, that's Miranti's mother why are you standing there?" ask Khadijah confused.

Their four-wheeled vehicles have yet to reach the university gates due to the overcrowding of the vehicles. On the left side of the road, Miranti stood there with her head turned towards Khoirul's car. After they were close enough, the woman stretched out her arms exactly like a cab.

"Hidden, Colored," pinta Khoirul.

"Where, Sir?"

Khoirul pointed at the bottom of the car seat, the safest place. When Khadijah protested, Khoirul added, "Temporarily. Hurry on!"

"Basar granny drop by," grumbled Khadijah. He crammed his body downwards but only a portion of it could enter. The rest he can't do anything. Khoirul's black bag he used to cover part of his face.

Khoirul moved to the left right when Miranti knocked on his car window. The man opened the window with a gap of only a few centimeters. "What's wrong?"

"I'm coming with you, right?"

"No way, Mir" Khoirul refused. He put up a body so that Miranti doesn't look down there. The man was flat-footed because the weather was not supportive. Half the sunlight managed to get into the car. If a little of Miranti's gaze was fixed on her feet, the history of their secret marriage ended.

"Why?"

"I have to go to the hospital."

"I'll come with him. I want to hear the doctor's explanation of your illness" forced Miranti.

"Sorry, Mir. I don't want to trouble. Sorry, really," said Khoirul who forcibly closed his car window. After a few meters, he helped his wife to sit back down.

"Sick to know, sir," Khadija murmured while cleaning up the dust stuck to her arm.

"Where is sick?"

"This" pointed Khadijah at his arms and legs.

"Later till my house massage huh?"

Khadijah nudged Khoirul's arm to silence. There was a driver among them. "Hush!"

"Why? His name is also husband and wife. It's okay dong."

"But you're ashamed, sir."

Khoirul ruffled his wife's hair, "Sweet."

"I'm sweet."

"I think narcissistic and sweet different thin," joked Khoirul.

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The next day ...

"Sir Khoirul, get up!" someone shouted from the door of Khoirul's room.

Though the man was still curled up in Khadijah's arms, but the thunderous voice made him have to open his eyes suddenly.

"Who the hell, sir?" gumam Khadija's.

"Kin."

"Who else is he? I'm still sleepy, sir. Can you please get rid of that bully?" gerutu Khadija's.

Khoirul also has that desire but he can't. "If only I could throw it out of my family card, Colonized. Quickly put on your clothes. I want to nag him first."

Khoirul woke up relaxed. His condition is the same as Khadijah.

"Sir, the shirt is not worn. It looks!" pekik Khadija's.

"Gosh, I forgot." Khoirul ran for his clothes.

Really nice morning.

After Khadijah finished wearing his clothes, Khoirul opened the door. He glared at his sister, "No manners?"

"Walk yuk, sister, mumpung I'm still free" said the woman dressed casually with her short hair.

"You cut your hair again? Oh my God, Kinan, your hair is so ugly. Who are you dating this time?"

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