BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 39 - But Pregnant My Child

Khoirul wanted to scold Khadija because she did not bother to contact him, but he abandoned his intentions when he saw his wife sitting in the room.

The pounding of his shoes did not even make Khadijah turn his head. Khoirul approached him and sat down beside his wife. "How are you feeling?"

Khadijah breathed heavily. He was so tired all day when the time was still long to reach the night. The woman wanted to show her weak side but she did not want to make Khoirul anxious. "I'm fine, sir."

Khoirul embraced Khadija, giving support, "You should talk to me, Sejah. I'll defend you."

"If I come to you, people will know who you really are. After all, there was Raisa who helped me" muttered Khadijah. His voice did not show any emotion nor even anger there.

"If they ask who impregnated you, just tell me who made you this way. However, we cannot keep it completely secret. Moreover, your college is only a few months away," said Khoirul. He let go of his embrace, then rubbed his wife's head, "what's wrong if we confess our relationship?"

Khadija. Her eyes widened coupled with an expression of dislike. "Mother never knows what I am, right? So do not just mention the mere publication of our relationship. I have never dated and often get a lot of pressure from people because of my open way of dressing. Then if I speak honestly, do they not even insult me if I am the one who seduces father? If I didn't do it, why would I get pregnant?"

"You think too much, Colored. Just go through it first. If they think so, I will defend you. What am I supposed to do in our household?"

Long breaths sounded. Khadija refused to argue any further.

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Malamnya ...

"Where? The atmosphere is still heating up?" ask Khadijah.

Raisa comes to her house to make sure her best friend is. Seeing the puffiness under Khadijah's eyes, convinced him that his best friend was thinking about the incident this morning.

"still. They gossip a lot to you in college groups. There are even those who make groups to find out who is the person who impregnated you," explained Raisa.

Khadijah's back stiffened. "What do I do, Sa?"

"Be quiet at home. Wait until things subside" suggested Raisa. He saw some pictures of Khadijah and Khoirul's wedding in the living room. It is seen if the two people only hold small parties. The face of Khadijah who seemed to not believe he was married to his own lecturer looks obvious.

Hopefully with the incident that befell Khadijah, the woman can publicize her marriage to Khoirul. That way, Khadijah does not need cats anymore.

"Don't think, Colored! I'm sure people will get tired of gossiping about you" Raisa said.

"Well, if they get bored, if they want to know?"

"Just explain everything. Mr. Khoirul will also defend you" replied Raisa.

Khadijah was silent again. He did not like that at all, but he would not argue with Raisa.

When there is no talk yet, Khoirul comes up with a typical deheman. The man replied to Raisa's greeting, "You should go home first. Let Khadijah rest. He didn't want to sleep."

Raisa doesn't feel good about getting subtle innuendos from her lecturer. After all, he was a little strange to meet Khoirul outside the campus. Especially with a casual suit that increasingly adds to the good looks of the lecturer.

"I'm saying yes, Colored. Excuse me first, Mr. Khoirul," said Raisa.

Honestly Khadijah still wants to chat but Khoirul really sucks. As soon as Raisa came home, she immediately grabbed the man with her angry outburst.

"I also want quality time with my friend, sir. For a long time I can be stressed if I have to keep quiet," he complained.

"Who told you to shut up anyway, get colonized? You can talk to me, talk to me whatever. I am ready to take your heart out" elak Khoirul.

Khadija perched, "Serah." He hurried to his room.

"DON'T RUN!" shout Khoirul.

But the warning was not issued. He stepped even faster, then when he got inside his room, the door was hurriedly locked.

"SLEEP IN ANOTHER ROOM, SIR. I DON'T WANT A BED WITH MY FATHER" cried Khadijah.

"It's not good if you're disobedient with your husband."

"BODO VERY MUCH!"

"Khadija dear, open the door. I don't want to sleep outside" Pinta Khoirul said. This time his tone was made clear.

"I'M NOT SAYING YOU SLEEP OUTSIDE. I'LL JUST SLEEP IN THE GUEST ROOM!"

"Just like dong, honey. I can't sleep if you're not next to me" whined Khoirul.

"I DON'T CARE."

Khoirul let out a rough sigh. Never mind, there is no point in whining because Khadija will not follow his will. Khoirul was forced to sleep in the guest room.

At 23.00 ...

Khoirul felt a tremor at his bedside. The man turned his head and found his wife pulling the same blanket. "Why are you moving?"

"I can't sleep, sir," Khadija said. She was proud that she had to hug Khoirul first so she waited for her husband to understand.

It didn't take long for Khoirul to understand his wife. Behind his rude attitude must have tucked desire to be with him. With all the love, Khoirul grabbed his wife and gave a kiss good night.

May tomorrow, no more people want to hurt you, Khoirul said.

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A bright morning, with the sound of birds chirping on the branches of trees. Khoirul wakes up first, deliberately letting Khadija sleep. He's getting ready to go to college, there's something he has to finish.

"Bik, please take care of Khadijah huh? Don't let him play outside. Pay attention to the food so that the nutrition is balanced," said Khoirul warning Bik Sani.

Bik Sani nodded, "Okay, sir. I will take good care of Mrs Khadijah."

"Thank you, Bik."

Khoirul left for campus with a strong determination. He would make his wife realize that her husband could lighten her load.

The campus corridor, which is almost always filled with students who just sit on chairs or stand with snacks in their hands, becomes a place for them to gossip about Khadijah. Even the name Fattan was brought up. Not only that, other rumors arose out of nowhere, saying that Khadijah and Fattan had once been inside the same hotel.

Khoirul. He approached the students and asked in a stern tone if he had any evidence of the gossip.

The student was clearly frightened. He also did not know where the rumors came from. "I'm sorry, sir, I only heard from other friends."

"Tell me his name. I'll cross it myself" Khoirul said.

Of course, that word raises a question mark. The crowd no longer focused attention on Khadija's gossip, they put on a fine ear. Someone blatantly approached to find out what the lecturer killer meant.

"I'm sorry, sir, I .. I .. I," said the student. He flicked his side friend but there was no help at all.

Khoirul sharpened his vision and circulated his gaze to everyone. "If anyone dares to gossip about Khadijah again, I will not remain silent. Khadija is pregnant, but pregnant with my son."

Oh no!

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