BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 46 - I Really Can't Hold It Anymore!

The clear threads that came out since a few days ago, have not been able to stop. Khoirul no longer knows how to deal with the situation. His wife slumped for so long that she got herself into the slump.

Since Khadijah was declared to have suffered a miscarriage as a result of her stress and stress, the woman did not want to see the outside world anymore. Even when Raisa came, Khadija did not move a bit from her bed.

Gentle or coarse persuasion could not penetrate Khadijah's heart. Khadijah felt his world had been destroyed. Why should he experience it? Why not someone else? Considering she was trying to save her baby when she entered IGD, Khadija really did not want to disappoint Khoirul.

Khoirul is happy to see her pregnant. Happiness must be replaced by sadness.

"What do you think, Colored? Why are you like this? What should I do so that you are no longer moody?" khoirul asked in a raucous voice. His passion for teaching extinct plus he had to think about the state of Khadijah.

Khadijah. He moved to get up because his back hurt. He just stuck his back to the head of the bed, then shut up.

"Khadija," murmured Khoirul. He touched his wife's arm gently, "you want me to not eat for days? Da? You want me to be like you, Colored? Is that what you want?"

Khadijah. Half his mind asked him to answer immediately, but his tongue did not move. He looked more like a living statue than a human who could still breathe well.

"alright. I will follow the path you want" muttered Khoirul, then rose. He stood up with a gamang, "if you think I am angry with you because of your failure, you are wrong, Colored. This incident was not a failure for me. You should know that. I never forced you to get pregnant. Everything just flows. If you miscarry, what's wrong? God wants that. Let's just say we are tested as a married couple, whether we can go through it or not. But what I see, you haven't been able to get through. I don't know when you're going to mourn such a fate. Honestly, I'm disappointed in your attitude."

Khoirul just left because Khadija was silent. In front of their bedroom door, the man pecked. Breathing repeatedly, tightness but not going away. God not only tested Khadijah but also tested his patience. Will he succeed in strengthening his wife or will he join the plunge with his wife's grief.

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One week later ...

Ratna and Bik Sani prepare dinner for Khadija and Khoirul. The woman stayed with them for one week because of Khoirul's request. He thought Khadija would share his grievances with his mother.

Is there any change? Sure hasn't. Khoirul and Ratna are struggling to fix everything. Ratna still has a lot of patience to get her daughter to talk.

"Eat first, Khoirul!" ratna orders when she sees Khoirul coming home from college.

Khoirul approached him, then experienced him with a super tangled face. "Later on, Ma. I'm not hungry yet."

"Don't do it, Khoirul. Even if you can't eat, you should still eat. Have pity on your body that has been expending energy all day. Mama will prepare food for you and be colonized. Where do you want to eat?"

Khoirul honestly really did not want to eat anything. His body could not accept food. Just this morning when he wanted to eat toast it felt like his mouth was numb and the food was lying on the table. He also did not eat anything, only drinking coffee and chewing mint candy. The hope was that he could swallow food after his mouth was cold. But his hope was not fulfilled.

Because it was not good to reject the kindness of parents, Khoirul finally nodded. "I'll eat here, Ma. Oh yeah, Mom, mama's gonna sleep in my room tonight. Take care of the colonized first because I have a task that I have to complete. While I slept in the guest room."

Ratna said nothing and just nodded. He looked at Khoirul's back sadly. "The boy is also moody."

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Ratna brought a bowl of three-flavored porridge to Khadijah. Whatever he'll do to fill Khadijah's empty stomach. Khadijah already wants to eat even though only two mouthfuls of the rest drink water almost three bottles of mineral water in a day.

A little Ratna tried to talk but in reality only a word Khadijah said.

"Take the porridge, Sejah," said Ratna while putting the tray on the nightstand. He sat down next to Khadija. "You know what, honey? Your husband came home with a crumpled face. Mama thinks she's having trouble on campus. You see that?"

"Pity him. Not much eating either. Just two bribes and then go to the room. Oh, yes, tonight Khoirul sleeps in the guest room he said there is a campus assignment. Mom was told to sleep here. After you finish eating, rest!"

Khadijah. In her heart she wondered what had happened to her husband.

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Khadijah could not sleep last night. He did not move a bit and just stared at the ceiling of the room. Beside her, Ratna had already closed her eyes, sleeping soundly.

Khadijah's thoughts drifted on Khoirul. About Khoirul is still doing what task the man has been sleeping? Khadijah was actually curious but he did not want to be sure.

At 02.00 ...

The two eyes have not closed. His sight looked far away. It was decided if he would rise soon. For so long since he had not walked far anymore, his feet trembled when he touched the floor.

The grip of Khadijah's hand on the edge of the bed strengthened. Her rhythmic breathing regularly gave her spirit to walk immediately. Thought Ratna for a moment, her mother was still asleep.

Slowly but surely the woman walked out of the room. Khadijah needed to adjust himself to go down the stairs. He regretted why he could not move more often when he was in the room.

Time that should have been only one minute, passed much longer. Khadijah stared at the surface of the door with a pushy look. He was confused as to whether he needed to enter or not. In his heart he was worried about Khoirul's condition. He remained silent for a long time until he finally decided to turn around.

It was unexpected that her husband was standing behind her, waiting. Khoirul had a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Need something?" ask Khoirul. His tone was flat, different from before.

Jem! In Khadijah's heart he felt excluded. Where has he been all this time?

Khadijah shook his head, "I just..,"

"Come in!"

"Em, may, Mas?" ask Khadijah nervously.

"Can. Who said it can't? Come inside! You want a drink?"

Khadijah shook his head, he was not thirsty at all. He followed Khoirul's steps to enter the room. The laptop was still on the table, then sheets of paper were scattered beside it.

Khoirul put the coffee on the table, then he sat on the edge of the bed. His gaze was fixed on Khadijah, "Sit down! Why are you just silent?"

"Can, Mas?" ask Khadijah nervously.

"Since when have I forbidden you to sit in our own homes? Don't stretch the distance between us, Colored. I really can't take it anymore."

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