BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 36 - Positive

Congraday?

Khoirul looked at the doctor with an astonished expression, "Congratulations, Doc?"

"Your wife is positively pregnant. Just the beginning of the first trimester. Should not travel often because the condition of your wife is not too fit. For now, I will prescribe vitamins to boost the content and also drugs for nausea" explained the doctor.

Is this real? Khoirul was silent for a long time until he did not heed the greeting of the nun who would check on Khadijah's condition. He's glued to the welcome-in-the-lodges. He had just moved on from there when Khadijah called.

"Sir," muttered Khadijah. His eyes were already glazed over, a sign that he also had a mixed taste like Khoirul.

Khoirul hugged him, giving thanks many times. He let go of his embrace as Khadijah groaned, "Where is sick? Stomach hurts? I'm calling the doctor, right?"

The woman in front of him had to pull on Khoirul's shirt to make him realize what he was worried about. Khadijah shook his head, "I'm fine, sir."

"Related you?"

"Related, sir."

Khoirul heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank God."

Kinan peered out the door. Since then he had been there to find out what had happened, not daring to move. He was actually afraid that if he entered suddenly, his brother would get angry and throw him out. All of this was due to repeated incidents happening to him.

"Congratulations, Honey. You managed to be the perfect wife" said Khoirul softly. The sweetness of the speech made Khadija a little nervous. What will he do with his college? Then will there be a lot of changes when she experiences pregnancy in the third trimester?

Will Khoirul still like it? Physically will change. Will her husband still set aside his sweet attitude for Khadija?

Khadijah. All men will change when a wife is pregnant. If the change is in a positive direction, Khadija would be happy. What if he was abandoned? Cheating with beautiful women out there? For example, Miranti who aggressively approached her husband.

Duh, dizzy, Inner Khadijah.

Khoirul gently rubbed Khadijah's shriveled forehead, "What are you thinking?"

"Do you know I'm thinking?"

"of course. Your face is very clear," grumbled Khoirul. Even though her mood was good, "you should read a lot of books about pregnancy. It is not recommended to think much. Just make you comfortable and happy is the key. If anything else, just get rid of it."

Khadijah smiled mysteriously, "So, my thesis father who works yes?"

"Can."

"Can?" repeat Khadijah.

Khoirul nodded, "May, but the one who does the most should be you. I'm just helping out a little bit."

The woman who was trying to seduce her husband scowled, "Anyway stingy, sir."

"What if we don't need to discuss the thesis? Let's talk about your pregnancy. What are you feeling? It turns out your reluctance to eat, is this why?" khoirul asked while stroking Khadija's stomach. He also put his ear on Khadijah's stomach, "my dear, my dear child-to-be, don't fuss? Your mother will be sick again. Eat a lot, right?"

Khadijah did not know what to react to. He only saw the attitude of Khoirul who suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, becoming sweet and charismatic.

Oh my God, am I starting to like my husband? But if I don't like it, why can I get pregnant with her child? Oh my God, how do I feel? Of love? The darling? I should have started calling him dear or Mas, but I was ashamed, inner Khadijah.

Khoirul looked at Khadijah with a smile on his dikulum, "Thank you, dear. You're great."

"It's nothing, Mas" said Khadijah.

"Mass? What do you call me, Colored?" khoirul was shocked.

"Mas Khoirul's. Not that dad, uh, Mom, likes being called that?" Khadijah threw his face away in shame. Khoirul pulled his chin to look directly at him, "what's wrong?"

"Thank you" Khoirul said.

"Call Sir is also okay, Colored. More impressed special. If you want to call me, it doesn't matter either. Whatever you like, I will support you. But if in bed..," cut Khoirul in a smaller voice, "call darling just let it be more romantic."

"This father likes origin. What pregnant could that be?" accuse Khadijah.

"Can. I'll ask the doctor."

"Suell up."

Tok tok!

The two men looked at it simultaneously. Behind the door, Kinan flashed his big smile. "Hi, everybody, sorry to interrupt, but can I come in now?"

Khadijah turned to Khoirul, "Father forbade him to enter?"

"No. He who feels guilty himself," Khoirul said, his tone had changed sharply again. He looked at his sister, "get in!"

"Thank you, brother," Kinan said later. He entered with mixed feelings, afraid that Khoirul would ask unexpected questions.

"You really don't know whose bike suddenly interrupted you?" ask Khoirul.

Kinan shook his head, he was too panicked to interrogate people. He has not even apologized in earnest and personally to the owner of the car in front of him. Khoirul took care of everything before coming to the hospital, so maybe after this he will go to the other victim's room.

"Let brother take care of. You accompany the colonized brother first," said Khoirul. He asked Khadija for permission to leave for a while.

"Be careful, Mas" said Khadijah.

"certain."

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An hour later ...

While Khadijah and Kinan were talking at length about Khadijah's pregnancy, Khoirul came up with a face that was beyond everyone's expectations. His jaw hardened, his eyes piercing sharply at the two women especially Kinan.

Khoirul approached Kinan, "Explain why you are still in contact with that jerk?"

"Who do you mean?" ask Kinan confused.

"Who else if not Angga. Remember?"

"Female? Why get caught up with him?" Kinan saw Khadijah face to face as if implying that he had told me about his former toxic. It turns out Angga is a former toxic who bothers him every day. Why could?

"So my brother spoke to the motorist who overtook you, he said he was only asked by a person named Angga by phone. Not just once but many times. Didn't you realize it?" hardik Khoirul's. His breath hunted, imagining how cruel the man named Angga was. He already knew how the man behaved since meeting the first time, Angga's face implied everything.

Khoirul had also warned his sister to be careful and cut ties with Angga, but Kinan was too stubborn. Kinan was impressionable and made the men dare to treat him badly.

Kinan thought. You mean it's been many times? So the time in front of the shopping center building is also the work of Angga?

Khadijah who had begun to understand what they were talking about, interrupted her husband, "Don't be too loud, sir! Kinan also did not know that it was his ex-girlfriend's act."

"Don't interfere, get colonized! I don't want you to defend Kinan. Later he can be as he pleases. I warned him, but he was still angry. What if this is how? He also bothered. If he can hear my words first, he will not be affected as well as you. You won't go to the hospital!" hardik Khoirul's. His red face was able to make Kinan not wrinkle.

But it is not Khadijah that he only kept silent when Khoirul snapped at him. "Honored Mr Khoirul, why did you so snap at me? What is my fault? He said I can't think much but he made me emotional. If you are angry, can you not know the place? It's a hospital! Kinan is not wrong either. If you want to blame, blame me. I'm ready to take responsibility."

Bak poked his nose, Khoirul fell silent. He did not dare to fight his wife.

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