BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 44 - Final Decision

"This is Mr. Khoirul, I want to straighten out the problems that have been going on lately. I know how you are because you have joined this university not only for one or two years. I hope this issue does not drag on because it concerns the credibility of the university" explained Hari, the university dean with polite and well-targeted language. The middle-aged man respected Khoirul as a careful and meticulous lecturer. His responsibilities as a lecturer were also not playful.

Khoirul clasped Khadijah's fingers on the sidelines of the seats they sat in. He wanted to give his wife some protection. This problem widened beyond his estimation. He initially only took it lightly, but the thoughts of other humans were not that easy. They just want to see him and Khadijah out of luck in a relationship.

"I want to explain that my relationship with Khadija is purely a matchmaking from the family, you could say I first started a relationship with Khadija. I have only known him for the last two years and have never played back about Khadijah's entry into the university. If I cheat, I can't let Khadija pass too late, right, sir? I as a teacher have always been neutral. Whether Khadijah or anyone who violates my class, I will sanction it" Khoirul said.

"I understand, Sir. You are one of the lecturers that I like and I intend to nominate you as rector. But because of this problem, sorry, I have to undo my intention for a while," explained Hari. He rubbed his arm with a huff, "with a heavy heart, I will sanction Mr. Khoirul. Three months of teaching."

"Don't, Sir!" prevent Khadijah without fear of him having spoken wrongly.

"Khadija, quiet!" his Khoirul.

It won't! Khadijah will never be silent before he gets what he wants.

"I will take full responsibility for this matter, Mr. Hari. I will finish my thesis at home. I hope Mr. Khoirul is not affected. I am guilty of this and I will fix it" Khadijah said. He's been thinking carefully, the problems removed from the campus he won't think about. After all, graduated or not, she is still Khoirul's wife.

Khoirul did not accept Khadijah's decision. She was about to refuse, but she was silent when Hari decided.

"I've decided if this problem is solved if Khadija wants to solve the thesis at home only. I promise to make the fairest decision on the final hearing. The final hearing will not be connected to this matter. So then? The decision has been made. You can go" said Hari. He was relieved that there was no need to punish Khoirul. It is better to lose a student who does not perform than to lose a lecturer whose predicate is far above average.

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"You're nothing, Colored? Who told you to make that decision?" khoirul jolted as they exited the dean room and stopped not far from there.

Khadija tried to smile wisely. "It's okay, sir. I was lazy to go to college anyway. If you still have a lot of opportunities to rise in office. That me? Boro-boro rising to office. I can just pass it I'm grateful."

"Khadija," muttered Khoirul furiously. She ruffled her hair in frustration. "Why are you so pessimistic?"

"Not pessimistic but realistic. I want to be a housewife, sir," Khadijah said. She smiled her big smile, calming her husband.

"We go home" Khoirul broke up.

"Yes, sir."

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The mouth can deny the contents of the heart but feelings cannot be lied to. Khadija was always cheerful in front of Khoirul but when she was alone, she could not help but shed her tears.

Likewise, when Raisa contacted him, the woman immediately poured out all her heart. Khadijah who used to not want to know what heartache is, suddenly changed. He did not hesitate to tell his best friend that building a household is not as beautiful as a delusion.

"Patience, Colored. The most difficult process of your life has just begun. I'm sure God won't be that bad as you" Raisa said.

"really?"

"really. Let's just say you were asked to pay more attention to your husband."

Raisa's right. Khadija just need to be patient especially if the pregnancy must be really guarded.

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Last night Khoirul summarized the materials and the next morning he asked the khadijah to read them. The man is not demanding but he insists that all success will go through a long process.

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"Mas, I'm tired" Khadija complained. For the first time he used a more casual call than 'me' who seemed like a nobody.

"Where is sick? Let me flinch" said Khoirul.

"Everything." The woman's grin makes Khoirul anxious not playing.

"Here, dear," said Khoirul.

That's how when the khadijah is wanting to indulge with her husband, she will not hesitate to ask. The opposite is the same. Khoirul also often sulked just to get a kiss friendly wife.

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One day ...

Television media suddenly named Khoirul as the son of the conglomerate who managed to enter the world of stocks with a profit of more than two billion in one month. The man does not seem to know anything about the shares he planted in international companies a few months ago because when the media touted his name, he was just indifferent.

Except Miranti who is also a business enthusiast. The woman came to Khoirul in his room to ask what the tips of a successful stock player were.

"You mean?" khoirul asked confused.

"Oh my god, this kid. A moment! I looked for the article first" Miranti said. He was looking for an online article that he had read a while ago. He was surprised that Khoirul not only focused on teaching, but also covered other businesses.

After finding what he was looking for, Miranti gave it to Khoirul. Khoirul read it quickly. How surprised the man to see his name actually entered the ranks of the top hundred stock growers in the world.

"Just what did I say?" ask Miranti proudly. He had already cried roaringly when he heard the news of Khoirul's marriage but he would not give up. Relationships based on lies will not last long, he thought.

"Thank you" said Khoirul. He tidied up his teaching equipment and rushed home regardless of Miranti.

"Jeez, Khoirul!" miranti shouted annoyedly.

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Khoirul came home with a wide grin. Seeing his wife who was peeling the fruit, did not stop making the man run with carefree steps. Then the hug came after.

"Darling, I made it."

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"A son of a conglomerate who recently became a trending topic in all media, apparently got the slanted news...,"

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