BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 35 - Multiple Incidents

"Aren't you doing anything?" ask Kinan scared. He hunted Khadijah who managed to get away from the motorbike. The motor hit an electric pole and the owner slammed into the other side.

"Nothing" said Khadijah. He ignored the wound on his palm due to the landing that was not maximal on the asphalt road earlier. The woman approached the biker and rebuked him. "As if you bring a motorbike do not harm people dong. How the hell?"

The man carrying the damn motorbike got up. The situation is equally battered. "Yes his name is misfortune, Ma'am. I'm sorry."

"If I don't avoid it, Mas will enter the iron cage" Khadijah said. He was not unapologetic but he was also in the same pain. His heart must have protested because it had to pump faster. Luckily his reflexes are good, otherwise he is different in a matter of seconds.

The driver was silent, he looked at his motorbike which could not move. The front is badly damaged. The things he brought were also partially scattered. Let it. Khadijah had no intention of helping. People are also not moving to help even perpetuate it via mobile phones.

Kinan asked Khadija to stop. He made sure that his brother-in-law was fine otherwise he could be quieted by Khoirul. "Where else does it hurt, brother, besides the palm? Doesn't her stomach hurt? Or waist?"

Khadijah shook his head, "Nothing. Safe-safe, do not know if later tonight suddenly stomach cramps."

"I bought red medicine first huh, brother? The palm of this big brother badly hurt. Fortunately, my brother immediately moved, otherwise I could run out with Khoirul," said Kinan. His eyes were implying a clear fear. He asked Khadija to wait inside while he looked for a red medicine.

Khadijah had already refused because they could buy it later when he came home, but Kinan's anxiety was really excessive. After waiting for a few minutes, the woman returned with red medicine, plaster and alcohol.

Kinan painstakingly bandaged Khadijah's wounds. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the wound had been treated well.

"We'll just go home, sister," said Kinan.

"Not buying meatballs?"

"No, Brother. My heart is still unstable afraid of sprains when eating meatballs. Later even go to the hospital," quipped Kinan.

Inevitably Khadija smiled amusedly. He followed Kinan's instructions to wait in front of the shopping mall while he picked up the car. He hoped that when they got home, Khoirul was not there. He could escape first so as not to hear her brother's babble.

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"Why this?" khoirul asked when he came home from college. He saw Khadijah watching tv with his palm wrapped in plaster which was quite large in size. The man sat next to his wife, "why? Where's the abis plastered like this? I open it?"

Without waiting for Khadijah's approval, Khoirul opened the plaster. The scar that was still a gaping red made him growl. He swallowed his wife roundly through an anxious look mixed with annoyance. "What did you play with Kinan? This is a small wound, colonized. You could be hurt. Same story I let me upset it's a kid."

Khadijah kissed her husband's lips in exchange for the man not to get angry anymore. "Stop! This guy is even angry anyway? Kinan is wrong. There was a motor suddenly running. I tried to avoid it but it fell on the asphalt. This is because the fall was not because of Kinan. Pity your brother if scolded only. He won't play here again."

"Eat carefully. Look left right if you want to cross the road" said Khoirul. He continued, "do you remember the license plate? Let me report to the police station. He's not responsible, is he?"

"No need for that, sir. Anyway, if I wanted to take responsibility, I forced him. But he's no better than me either. Let's just say today is my unlucky day" Khadijah said.

Khoirul's tension has not stopped. He kept thinking about his wife's condition. After being calm enough, he cleaned the wound and asked his wife for dinner.

Khoirul. With his eyelids half-opened, he asked his wife, "Why?"

"It's okay, sir," elak Khadijah.

Khoirul felt that something was wrong with his wife. He got out of bed, came out down to look for a special massage topical remedy. He went back to the room and asked his wife to lie down properly.

He slowly applied the medicine to the legs and waist of Khadijah. While telling a story, he gave a gentle massage there. The man who voluntarily makes his wife happy will surely have a good day afterwards.

Khadijah was moved, very. He almost shed tears as Khoirul's big hands made himself comfortable. What good charity did he do first until God gave a caring husband. Without speaking he understood his wife.

"Have you?" ask Khoirul. He did not end but asked the circumstances of his wife.

Khadijah nodded, "Already, sir. Thanks."

"Is there anything else? Are you sure you don't want to be X-rayed?"

Khadijah did not feel the need because he was fine. "Thank you for the offer, sir, but I've done better."

"Rest." Khoirul put the topical medicine on the nightstand, then he switched to his position. Before going to bed, he recounted his unique student story when he taught them.

Suddenly Khadijah was curious about something. "Why are you famous for a killer lecturer who scores D minus? Why C minus or B minus?"

"don't know. I also don't understand why the nickname stuck with me. Anyway I prefer to give bad kids who rarely do my job like you for example, a D minus. Than Z minus?"

"Ish, where is Z minus? No doubt, Father," said Khadijah. His eyelids started telling him not to talk much. The warmth from the topical medicine earlier made his body more relaxed.

Seeing his wife almost asleep, Khoirul rubbed his forehead so that his sleepiness more attacked. The position was maintained until Khadijah issued a fine snoring. The man watched his wife long enough for her to yawn. He was closed at the same time as the time began to show midnight.

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The incident the other day, which almost harmed Khadija, was repeated again when Khadijah and Kinan went together to watch in the cinema. On the way, out of nowhere suddenly a motorcycle cuts their way.

At that time, Kinan who was driving a vehicle, was forced to slam the steering wheel to the right until the front of his car hit another car. The incident that almost put the two in danger, finally vented Khoirul's anger.

He took his wife to the hospital after getting a call from Kinan. Khadijah's condition is down because his wife suddenly does not appetite, aggravated due to a collision on his wife's head. But behind all these events, Khoirul felt that God still loved him.

"Congratulations, sir," said the doctor suddenly.

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