BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 41 - To Me My Life Is Much More Important

Khoirul scratched his nape in shame, "Em, I want chicken porridge, ma'am. It's not made yet?"

Henny who had not been fully aware of his shock, only nodded slowly.

"I want one to take home. Complete package, ma'am," said Khoirul.

Again Henny nodded in a daze. He went into the house, but he realized he had forgotten something. He went back outside to meet Khoirul. "Please sit down, sir. I almost forgot."

"Thank you, Mom."

Khoirul sees a simple house inhabited by Henny. Not big but comfortable enough to live in. Moreover, there are plants in front of the house that make the atmosphere of the house more alive.

If he hadn't asked for Henny's address, he might never have gotten there. Khoirul called Samsul to ask, but he was laughed at for following his wife.

"Suami scared of wife?" satir Samsul with his annoying laugh.

"I'm not afraid of my wife, but she's craving. So I need to calm down her desire. Just answer if you know. Don't take it," Khoirul lamented. He doesn't have much time.

"certainly know. For a moment, I sent him the address" said Samsul, who then closed the call.

Khoirul had to find a place to stay that far just for the sake of chicken porridge. Just be aware that Khadijah is still busy commenting on his actions.

Ten minutes later, Henny came up with a plastic bag in which she had complete chicken porridge. He gave it to Khoirul. "This, sir."

"How, Ma?" ask Khoirul.

"For Khadijah sir, yes?"

Khoirul nodded, "Right, Mom."

"So it's great that Madam Khadijah is pregnant? I was surprised to hear the news that it turns out the father is the husband of Khadijah. How can we meet? Meet where?"

Khoirul felt no need to answer. But after thinking about it it doesn't matter if he tells a story. From Henny's mouth will spread to the other mouth. That way the gossip about Khadijah will be even more eased.

"From ... a moment, Mom. There's a phone" Khoirul said. From Khadijah. The woman asked him to come home soon. With a heavy heart, Khoirul did not continue his words.

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"Kenyang, sir," said Khadijah. She removed the chicken porridge from before her while looking at her husband.

"You only ate three mouthfuls, Colored. Sure already?" khoirul asked in disbelief. His distress was meaningless to Khadijah. At least half should be over.

Khadijah nodded quickly, "Related, sir. I've felt it so cravings I've been satisfied."

"Who spent this?"

Khadijah just looked at her husband with a slanted smile. Khoirul already knew that he would be an easy target for Khadijah. Doesn't matter. Most importantly Khadijah did not nag.

"I can go to college, right?" tanya Khadijah on the sidelines of Khoirul.

Khoirul shook his head, "Two days more. You stay at home for a while. Do not accept guests from the campus including Fattan. Remember that? Fattan and Richard."

"Yes," muttered Khadijah lazily.

"I don't hear."

"Yes, Mr. Khoirul" Khadijah replied in a loud voice.

"Smart kid."

"I am a wife, sir, not a child" Khadija corrected.

"All right then. My smart wife."

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There is nothing special about the days of Khadija when she stayed home. All he did was look for evidence of the atrocities from the gossip that was circulating. But he doesn't want to read it any more. His heart hurts not to play.

Khadijah slammed his phone on the bed. He wanted to sleep while waiting for Khoirul to come home. Balcony window open. A hot wind came into his room. He got up to close it.

His gaze was sidetracked at someone who was making a fuss down there. Khadija had trouble seeing because the man was in conflict with the house security guard. Recently Khoirul hired some people to keep his house from disturbing people.

Khadijah. Who does mischief at the home of the teacher? Behind that back, he could finally see Fattan's face.

"Whether did he come here?" muttered Khadijah alone. The woman recalled Khoirul's message not to open the door for the campus children, but Khadijah never complied with her husband's warning.

With hurried steps, Khadijah descended from his room. He did not care about Bik Sani's warning not to get out of the house. He opened the front door and heard a noise that was getting clearer.

Khadijah stepped onto the fence, opening it with a loud jolt. "Stop!"

The three men looked. Fattan shook his hand from the grip of the security guard. Then he approached Khadija.

"Can we talk?" fattan Pinta.

Khadijah did not think about the consequences he caused. He nodded without thinking, then preceded his steps. Fattan hunts him down and sits limp when he sees a wedding photo of Khadija and Khoirul displayed on the wall of the living room.

"Why didn't you talk from the beginning?" fattan Urge. The vexation could not be exterminated because he was annoyed by Khadijah's lies. He had long been eyeing Khadija, approaching her with great difficulty. Even he was branded as a shameless man.

All that he did for the love of Khadijah. But what did he get? Gossip that says that Khadijah was pregnant outside the marriage, then the confession of the killer lecturer who jerked his heart.

"I don't feel the need to talk to you or anyone else. For me my life is much more important than anyone else's talk" Khadijah said. His tongue is really good if you have to lie. Though she was embarrassed to admit that she had married her own lecturer.

"Oh, so while you're holding onto that principle, you're laughing at me?"

"Who's laughing at you? Didn't I reject you, Fattan? You yourself do not want to go. So it's not my fault" Khadijah said.

Fattan hissed, "Of course it's not your fault but mine. I'm the stupid one." He rose with a sharp piercing look. He certainly did not accept being lied to.

"I'm sorry" said Khadijah at last. He doesn't want to cause any more problems.

"Sorry, Colored. Your apologies are useless" said Fattan. He walked away without saying goodbye. It's still good he didn't do anything bad. If he got carried away and messed up at Khoirul's house, Khadijah would not know what to do.

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"Didn't I tell you not to take guests from college kids? Why did you break it? I don't know what else I have to do so that you will listen to me" Khoirul complained. The food he bought was put away when Bik Sani told him about the commotion that occurred this afternoon.

"You still want to nag, sir? I am hungry, waiting for my father to come home from earlier," said Khadijah did not bother.

Khoirul could not bear to see his wife starving. He finally relented by not grumbling any longer. He had a plate on the dinner table, and he put the food he had brought. Cremes chicken with sambal terasi and lalapan. Khadijah did not ask for it but he took the initiative to buy it. Who knew Khadijah would accept the food.

"Thank you, Mas" seduced Khadijah with an amused smile.

Khoirul sat next to him, watching his wife eat. Sometimes he took the chicken bones out of place so that Khadija would have no trouble chewing.

"Sir, I need a vacation. Tomorrow's weekend, we're going for a walk?" pinta Khadijah suddenly.

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There is no time for holidays because Khoirul is busy in the next few days. At home, he was busy typing something on his laptop. Khadija was almost completely ignored but thanks to Raisa's idea, he had the intention to shake Khoirul's goal.

"Sir, look at me!" pinta Khadijah with a voice.

Khoirul looked up, his eyeballs were glaring, "Gosh, Colored. What the fuck?"

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