BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 37 - Hoek Hoek!

Kinan glanced at Khadijah, he was relieved that his sister-in-law helped him. He actually didn't know if Angga could be that close. How could he know that the impurity was Angga's man if everyone was different?

"Kinan has never been in contact with Angga again. I witness. Yes kn, Kin?" ask Khadijah.

Kinan nodded quickly, "So far he's still calling me but I'm not hinting at him. I didn't know she could be that strong either, sister. If I had known, I would have reported it to the police."

Khoirul digested each of his sister's words with a cold head. He has to make a wise decision. "Alright, brother is trying to believe in you. You'd better send all screenshots of messages and phone calls from Angga, let brother report him to the police."

"Yes, brother," replied Kinan. He hastily carried out Khoirul's orders.

Khadijah was able to breathe a sigh of relief because Khoirul no longer hunted his younger brother. She looked at each other with her husband, asking him to be more patient. When Kinan decided to return home, Khadijah praised her husband.

"When you speak well, Mas. Why use emotions?"

"I hate to hear the name Angga. From the beginning I had already warned her to carefully choose a boyfriend. Not because he likes, straight play serobot. It should be investigated first how the person is, his background and also his nature."

"That means Kinan has to be picky?"

"Not so," elak Khoirul.

"So if from the beginning we are not betrothed, you will not look at me?" ketus Khadija's. He thought that instead of remembering the seprotective Khoirul to Kinan.

"Who said we were betrothed? I proposed you to your parents" Khoirul said. One thing he had not told Kinan, the reason behind the sudden marriage was.

Khadija looked shocked. Is it true what he heard? "Boy kidding, right?"

"I never joke about you. If you don't believe it, ask your parents. They'll tell you everything. How can I relate to your father and also how I tried to ask for you" Khoirul explained.

Khadijah did not fully understand what he was hearing. So from the beginning there was no match? Has Khoirul liked it for a long time? The woman wanted to force Khoirul to tell her everything but she did not know if she was able to listen.

To be honest he was happy when he liked the man who had decided to stay married. A man who has more advantages than himself. The man who even watched him in silence. The feeling of haru was not able to leave his heart.

Khadijah looked at her husband with a hard-to-understand expression. The indeterminate movement of his eyelids forced Khoirul to approach. When her husband lowered his head, Khadijah's arms grabbed her husband's shoulders. The woman was crying in silence, without any sobbing and also screaming.

"Why?" ask Khoirul slowly.

"Thank you, Mom. Thank you for being patient with me" whispered Khadijah.

Khoirul's palm rubbed his wife's head fondly, "Yes. If you can't wait, I'm asking you to sleep in the guest room."

Khadijah broke their embrace. His puffy eyes glared sharply, "I mean? Do you want me to sleep in the guest room?"

"Well didn't you ever ask for another room?"

"When have I ever spoken of that?" elak Khadija's. He must have forgotten what he said first.

"Then. The first time we became husband and wife. You're afraid I'm doing something bad to you so you ask for another room. Come to think of it, a woman as brave as you is embarrassed to face me," explained Khoirul, slightly teasing his wife.

Khadijah threw a punch at her husband's stomach, then pinched him in annoyance at being teased. "Review yes, sir! I drive you to the guest room when I get home from the hospital."

"Don't dong, honey. Have mercy on me" whined Khoirul.

"Bodo. I'm angry."

Unexpectedly, Khoirul even launched a friendly kiss on the lips of his wife. "Try how angry?"

"Sir Khoirul!"

"What, Honey?"

"I'm nauseous" lamented Khadijah.

Only then did Khoirul overreact by taking his wife to the bathroom. But getting there, Khadija laughed out loud. She managed to trick her husband and tease him.

Khoirul realized what his wife was doing. He pinched both cheeks of Khadijah, anxious. "You dare to tease me?"

"Mistake it yourself."

"Even though you are ignorant, I still love you."

Khoirul is no longer forced if indeed Khadija does not want to express his heart. Most importantly now, their relationship was much better due to Khadijah's pregnancy.

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Khadijah was allowed to return the next day. He was forced to stay at home by Khoirul all day under the pretext of recovering his health.

Two days later, he went to college.

"Are you sure you can go to college?" ask Khoirul for the umpteenth time. Since last night the man has been unceasingly asking if his wife is okay.

Khadijah who was combing his hair half dry turned his head, "Yakin, sir. I'm completely healthy."

"What is your stomach?"

"It's fine." When Khadijah intended to turn on the hairdryer, Khoirul held him back. The man did the job while combing his wife's hair.

"Later I deliver to the parking lot," said Khoirul on the sidelines of his busy life.

"No, Sir! I'm the same driver" Khadijah said.

"Cannot. Must be the same me. Why on what street?"

"Yes, don't think so dong" lamented Khadijah. The sound of the hum of the hairdryer makes them have to fight each other's mouth strength.

"Yes, yes, sorry. Tell you what, we go together. You were in front and I followed. Let me just calm down. One more thing, don't go hanging out with Fattan or Richard. Remember that!" khoirul Message.

"Yes, sir."

The drying is complete. They are getting ready to go to college. Khoirul had already wrapped some toast for Khadija. Who knows if the woman is hungry while walking on campus.

Khoirul saw Khadijah's vehicle stop at a student parking lot, then he himself turned to a lecturer-only parking lot after watching his wife enter the building.

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Khadija sat pensively alone while opening his provisions. Looking at the pile of bread with jam, he had no interest in enjoying it. He wrapped it back up and played his phone.

Just a few minutes later, Khadijah felt the worms in his stomach confront him. He finally got up to buy food in the cafeteria. No matter what happened, at a distance of several meters before heading towards the entrance of the canteen, his stomach churned. His sense of smell refused to inhale the aroma of various cuisines.

Khadijah eventually ran into the corridor, looking for a toilet to spit out his stomach contents. He was looking for an empty room and ...

"Geek!"

Though when chewing Bik Sani cuisine he is not nauseous at all but why smell the aroma of the canteen he can not help himself.

"Geek!"

"Geek!"

"Geek!"

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A few days later ...

"Eh, she said Khadijah was pregnant out of wedlock huh?"

"Who's the guy?"

"Oh, that Fattan might. He's close to Fattan."

The rumour rang out as Khadijah passed through the campus corridor. The woman was confused because she was stared at sharply especially with mouths full of unclear gossip.

How'this? Batin Khadijah's.

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