BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 4 - How Are You Both Red?

A bright morning, when viewed from the point of view of the eyes of others. Khadija wakes up with a broken body. He couldn't sleep the night, keeping himself from sounding snoring but instead was too restrained. She also did not move so as not to disturb her husband.

Until three in the morning, when Khadijah heard Khoirul snoring finely, he was only able to close his eyes. As a result, his half-closed eyes finally opened again at nine in the morning.

Khadijah was not used to overcoming his crazy heart beat. He could barely breathe properly. Gosh, Khoirul has really made himself insane.

"Damn! An hour late" cried Khadijah.

The woman rushed to the bathroom, only washing her face without washing her body. She wore a flimsy make up and dressed casually, at least neatly in the eyes of others.

The books that Khadijah had put in the bag, were forcibly taken with extra force. She ran downstairs, replying to the housekeeper's greeting with a wave of her hand. Bik Sani who could not let others starve, hunted Khadijah.

Bik Sani cut off Khadijah's path while thrusting a box of supplies, "I've prepared fried rice, Madam. Madam can use this white Mr.'s car. If you want the driver can but the condition is that the madam must have a SIM first."

Where does Khadija have a SIM? He just went to college by taxi or public transport. The car that his family owns is only an old car that is used more by his parents to complete online motorcycle orders. But one year later the car was sold due to less stable economic conditions.

"I take a taxi, Bik" replied Khadijah.

He picked up his box and ran to the street. Damn it was never on his calendar. In about fifteen minutes, the taxi he was waiting for was just seen.

Khadijah already thinks that he's finished today. Moreover, Khoirul was the first lecturer in the eight-hour course. He could be given a D minus again. If only Khoirul had mercy on his wife, he should not have to give bad grades.

Khadijah got off the taxi after paying his fare. The woman ran with all her might, exactly the possessed man. Again he became the center of attention because his skimpy clothes waved more clearly. The men put on good eyes in order to see a woman as beautiful as Khadijah.

The doors of his class are visible in plain sight. As usual, Khadijah stopped his steps and regulated his breathing. On the count of three he opened the door slowly.

Hopefully there is still an advantage I have a husband lecturer, Inner Khadijah.

Chequek!

All eyes are on the back. Khoirul's voice explaining ahead stopped. His eyes looked at Khadijah who also looked into his eyes.

Forgive me, my husband, the inner Khadijah pleaded.

"You've been late to my class many times. Is your home far from campus? If you are far away you can't get up early?" hardik Khoirul's.

Strange, not usually the frozen master nagging, inner Khadijah.

"I'm sorry, sir," replied Khadijah.

"You want an F minus what's my job?"

"If not both, what, sir?" kanda Khadijah's.

"Then get out of my class!" Khoirul.

The class did not dare to laugh. They just smiled mockingly at Khadijah's misfortune.

"Yes, it's your duty, sir," sidelines Khadijah finally.

"good. I chat later. Collected in two days. There are about fifty essay questions and at least five lines of explanation. You got it, right?"

"Huh?" Khadijah successfully gawking. How come? Two days? Is Khoirul's course that easy? Oh no! Really shitty lecturer. Khadijah will give her husband an ultimatum.

Just be careful when it reaches home, Inner Khadijah growled.

"Uncomprehent?" khoirul.

"Good idea, sir."

"Sit down!"

"Good, sir."

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"Sir, I am his wife. Why can you give me so many tasks?" hardik Khadijah when he came home and saw Khoirul enjoying his coffee.

Khoirul never took a headache with the attitude of Khadijah who sometimes origin talk. "Why can't it? He said he didn't want everyone to know? But why are you protesting? If I was suddenly kind to you, the other students would have been suspicious. I'm right, aren't I?"

Khadija also thought so but there should be little tolerance for the woman who had been his wife for two days. With a loud bang, Khadijah climbed the stairs.

Bodo! Lazy to argue with Khoirul.

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"No."

Khadijah is in sulking mode. He's only been playing his cell phone since he got home from college. Salah himself Khoirul can not understand himself.

"You want to do a job?"

"No!"

"Do you want an F minus?"

"Bodo is very, sir. You want F minus, H minus or Z minus even if I don't care."

Khoirul let out a long sigh, "Politely speak to an older person, Khadijah."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Khoirul," Khadija replied in a deliberately contrived voice. Her lips revealed a thin smile.

"I am your husband at home. If you're on campus you can still be just like me."

"Oh, so if on campus I can be rude to you? Then tomorrow I will be late again" challenged Khadijah.

The woman did not understand that her interlocutor was holding back. Seeing his wife who only wears shorts made from t-shirts, will certainly highlight the no-no. But the man would not have touched Khadijah if his wife had not been ready.

"Try it if you dare. Your value will not be lowered," threatened Khoirul. The man turned around, intending to go out for a while to get some fresh air. But he turned his body in a split second, "waking up early. I have a morning class if you want to come with me!"

"NO! I'll take a taxi, sir!" reject Khadijah.

"Mistake the driver himself," replied Khoirul casually.

"Yes, because I'm not used to drivers."

"The choice is only two. Same driver or me."

Khadijah rolled his eyes, "This father why force? If you had better behave the same way I did on campus, I might have followed you."

"That's not the choice I'm making."

"I don't want to argue, sir. I want to sleep" said Khadijah, who hastened to adjust his body to sleep comfortably. The white blanket was pulled up to his neck, then his body turned back to Khoirul.

"OKAY. Go sleep! If midnight is hungry, I have no responsibility. I'll have dinner first."

"Hm."

Khadijah heard Khoirul step down. The woman breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her blanket. He stared at the window that had been tightly closed with giddy eyes.

How'this? Khadija suddenly felt hungry. If he comes down it looks weird. Does he have to hold his stomach overnight so that it doesn't sound?

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Khoirul's prediction was correct. Khadija was awake until midnight. The man had not been able to sleep because he heard a slow groan from the woman sleeping beside him.

Basic stubborn, inner Khoirul.

Khoirul turned his head, "There is still fried chicken in the fryer water if you want to eat."

"No. Who said they wanted to eat?"

"I'm just telling you. Good night" said Khoirul. He tried to close his ears and sleep. Khadijah was busy arguing with his own thoughts. But the woman decided to go down and eat two pieces of fried chicken and one plate full of rice.

At about half-time in the morning, Khadijah went back up and slept on the sofa. He was more comfortable being there until a touch made him wake up. Khoirul's face right in front of him shocked himself. Reflexes, the woman wakes up and lands her forehead on Khoirul's forehead.

"Okay, Colored," cried Khoirul.

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While on campus, Raisa - a friend of Khadijah - who was also a faculty member with her was shocked to see Khadijah's forehead.

"What kind of sickle?" raisa is confused. Not yet Khadijah retaliated, the woman looked towards Khoirul who passed through the corridor. He widened his eyes, "kok Mr. Khoirul also his forehead is like yours. Don't-don't..,"

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