BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 43 - Fucking Bulletin!

Before the call took place ...

Khadijah thought that the rumors had subsided. The proof in two days, no one tried to tease him including Lulu. Either the woman was embarrassed or was tired of looking for a loophole from Khadija and Khoirul's marriage.

Khadija became disheartened. He had already dared to show off his relationship with Khoirul. Khoirul is the first person to be happiest to see their relationship change.

"Want me to take you to class?" khoirul asked as they got off in the parking lot.

"Mr want to?"

"Weird question. Why not want it anyway?"

"Yeah!" bring Khadijah. She put her finger on her husband's finger.

The hallways filled with students were busy observing the two people who were drunk with love. Especially the warm gossip that has not completely subsided. There are still many people who spread their marital status. Think of it as an online invitation that does not have to bother printing sheets of paper.

"Sir, we are the center of attention" whispered Khadijah.

"Let it go" Khoirul said.

Two students passed them. Perhaps they were curious about Khadijah and Khoirul's relationship, they stopped to say hello. Then ask a ludicrous, spontaneous question.

"I didn't know that you secretly liked being colonized. Though Colored TTM is a lot. Since when did you become a secret admirer of the Colonized?"

Admiral's secret? Khadijah said in his heart.

Khoirul nodded with a mysterious smile, "I think when I like Khadija is none of your business. If you have a lot of time it is better to do the job properly. Two more days to see me, right?"

Checkmate!

Khoirul knows who they are. May Khoirul memorize outside the head of any student and student who has ever been his children?

The short-haired woman, shorter than the maximum cut of the woman, scratched her nape in embarrassment. He thought his welcome would be warmer because Khoirul had smiled. But the truth is the same.

The cold and cruel nature of a person cannot be changed in a matter of days.

Khadijah nudged Khoirul in the stomach, playfully, "Don't do it, sir!"

"They are always curious about us" muttered Khoirul. His attitude became sweeter to Khadijah. Let's face it those guys are gawking. Not just the two women but all of them.

Khoirul the killer lecturer has found his handler.

Khadijah and Khoirul walked back and stopped in front of the class. Like most couples, they wave to each other and make an appointment to meet later.

Khadijah smiled a few times. His burden was slightly reduced and he had a lot of energy to recover himself who was mentally affected for a moment. Her pregnancy was fine too. Whatever he wants is fulfilled. Then ...

The morning that should have been a beautiful morning, Raisa contacted Khadija with her voice of anxiety.

"What's wrong? Same with your boyfriend?" khadijah asked in a raucous voice because he had just woken up, rather had not woken up if there was no call from Raisa.

"Check the link I sent," urged Raisa.

"What's wrong? Why are you so worried?"

Raisa let out a heavy sigh, "I can't explain. Just open the link I shared. Don't ask too many questions! I'm dizzy. Early in the morning, I had trouble. I'm sure it must be Lulu. No one else hates your relationship."

Their relationship? So this has something to do with her marriage to Khoirul. Khadijah disconnected the call and opened a WhatsApp message from Raisa. There was a link to a university complaint bulletin.

"Jeez," hissed Khadijah. Suddenly his eyes were fully open.

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When we asked for answers, there was a confession from one of the lecturers that I would not name, that the pregnancy was the result of their secretly held marriage.

Then, the next question that is questionable. Can students be recognized for their credibility? Because no one can believe that the entry of the student is based on the intelligence of his brain. Why can I talk like that?

For seven years there was no sign of the student successfully graduating. I believe that to enter into one of the residents of the university must have qualified values, but this? Is there an inside system?

The second question, whether their relationship has lasted long enough for example seven years, but has only been recognized to the public in recent days? I'm not accusing but it feels like all of that is questionable.

The label of a top university that has high credibility, will be ugly in the eyes of outsiders if this rumor starts to spread. So, what I hope is that this case is thoroughly investigated in accordance with university regulations. If this matter is left because of the status of the husband who is the most feared lecturer at the university, I will file a lawsuit against the related service. After that, there will be an effort to enforce all existing regulations. If you do not want this to happen, I beg for honest justice.

Thank you for listening to students like me. Initial L - -

Wanna get angry? Sure oes. Khadijah intended to slam his phone but it was completely innocent. His breathing was useless. His calmness is questionable.

The sound of water gurgling from inside the bathroom, made Khadija want to get up immediately and report what she found this morning. But will her husband act? If Khoirul also gets a warning, what will they do?

Chequek!

The bathroom door is open. Khadijah intended to hide his anxiety but Khoirul managed to find out. The man wiped away the water that covered his hair as he walked towards Khadija.

"What's up, honey?" tanyanya slow.

"There's nothing, sir."

"Where's the phone?" Khoirul's palm is outstretched. He knew Khadijah was hiding it in his blanket.

Khadijah.

"You want me to be angry, Colored?" khoirul Sentak.

Khadijah took a long breath. He held out the object and waited for Khoirul's reaction. The man squinted his eyes, his emotional glint overflowing from his eyeballs.

Khoirul put Khadijah's phone on the blanket, then said, "I'll step in."

"Don't, Sir!"

"Why?"

"Because I need to account for it" said Khadijah.

Khoirul did not say. He rushes to get dressed and asks Khadija not to go to college today. Khadijah initially agreed but the woman immediately prepared after everything was gone. His breath that signaled him anxious, affected him. His head is a little dizzy. The more thought gets the stifling.

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Just a few steps past the first corridor, someone approached.

"Khadija, called dean," said Deka.

"Yes. I'll be there soon."

In a moment not just one two minutes but thirty minutes in silence. Khadijah only stepped into the dean's room after the second call.

"Khadija?"

It turned out that her husband had been there, sitting with a tense face.

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