BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 47 - Moving Plan

Khadijah sat at a distance from her husband. He held his two palms together on his lap while looking at the contents of the room. He's been in there a couple of times, but just a fad look. This time he was really watching.

"Eat already?" ask Khoirul. He closed his laptop making the light that shimmered in all directions disappear.

"Here you go, my mom."

"How much bribe?"

"Em, two mouthfuls."

"Why? Don't like the porridge?" ask Khoirul again. He tried to melt the atmosphere that felt stiff.

"Like but ..,"

"But?"

"It's okay, Mom. I'm just lazy to eat."

"Eat a lot. Some days do not eat regularly, your body looks thin. Next time if you do not like the food, you say the same Bik Sani to make other foods. If you want delivery, you can also. The black card I gave you is still right? Or is it over?"

Khadija had forgotten he had the card. He was too focused on the news about himself. Let alone spend the money in the card, want to buy something just not.

"Yes, Mas" said Khadijah slowly. He was like a fool who kept answering in short words.

"Why are you here? Searching for?" khoirul asked in curiosity. He was guessing what Khadija wanted to say but he had trouble guessing.

"Em, maybe," murmured Khadijah. He clasped his fingers clumsily. She was angry at him for not being able to speak properly. Though in his heart he wanted to ask whether Khoirul had eaten or not, whether Khoirul could sleep soundly in the guest room alone and there was much more he wanted to say. But the result is ... nil!

"Near, Colored," pinta Khoirul.

Khadijah shifted his seat, still in confusion. When Khoirul pulled his wrist, he was silent. It was only after her husband asked her if she would sleep with him or not that Khadija responded with a sledgehammer.

Duh, even though I was about to nod, Khadijah's mind was upset.

"Why?" ask Khoirul curiously. He was a bit anxious to see Khadija's reaction. If Khadijah's eyes move in confusion, it's a sign that his wife doesn't fully say no.

"It's okay, Mom."

"I'm your husband, right?"

Khadijah.

"It's like we first knew that you felt it. Strange talk, clumsy attitude and also your answer that does not look like you, Sejah. But I'm happy because you want to see how I am. Em, do you want to eat boiled instant noodles?"

Khadija thought, whether he wants to eat noodles or not. But his thoughts were losing fast to his stomach voice. He grinned in shame.

"So or not?" ask Khoirul again.

"As far as you are, my dear."

"Then, wait here. I'll prepare first."

"Yes." Yeah."

The finger's hug came off. Khadijah's heart melos but unfortunately he did not want to show it.

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Khoirul went into the room with a tray containing two bowls of boiled noodles that he concocted himself. His eyes were fixed on the bed his wife had occupied. Apparently Khadija fell asleep while waiting for him to finish.

Khoirul put the tray on the table after cleaning the sheet. He sat beside Khadijah, looking at his wife with affection. I really don't think he wants to fall asleep tonight.

Returning from campus he entered his own room, but only greeted Khadijah at a glance and changed his clothes. He also did not talk about moving rooms because Khadija certainly did not care about it.

Hours of his thoughts drifted everywhere, but no one got an answer. He stayed up until midnight and went out for coffee. Only that concentrated liquid was able to enter his throat rather than heavy food.

Then Khadijah appeared with a longing look at Khoirul. Now, the woman is enjoying a dream because the pull of her forehead makes Khoirul sure that his wife does not dream beautifully.

Slowly the man rubbed Khadijah on the forehead, hoping he could give Khadijah comfort. For a few minutes he did just that, then he unconsciously fell asleep. Noodles that have been expanded are not touched until the morning.

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Khadijah awoke when his nose smelled the smell of delicious food. The woman opened her eyes. As he remembered he was waiting for Khoirul last night, but suddenly the sun had just appeared in the gap of his window.

"Away awake?" greet Khoirul with the aroma of shampoo that comes out. She had just bathed and wet her hair a few times due to the dizziness that struck her this morning.

"Already, Mas," said Khadijah shyly.

"Beautiful if you're ashamed. Breakfast yuk! Mama Ratna made fried rice with a lot of vegetables. He said you like vegetables" Khoirul explained.

"Overnight sorry, Mom. I accidentally fell asleep."

"The name of the slumber must have been unintentionally, colonized. If you deliberately sleep," replied Khoirul joke. He helped his wife pull out the blanket, then took her to the bathroom. She painstakingly helped rub Khadijah's face even though the woman was somewhat embarrassed.

"Have you?" ask Khoirul.

"Already, Mas. Thanks."

"Yuk, eat!" Again Khoirul flanked Khadijah's arm to get out. It turned out that the man had already neatly arranged their breakfast on the table. The paper sheet was either tucked where because this morning the table was clean.

"Eat!" pinta Khoirul's. He had put three large spoons of fried rice along with chicken and cucumber stuff on Khadijah's plate. Then, he himself also filled his plate with the same food.

There was no conversation for three minutes until Khadijah voiced his heart. "Night we don't do it, Mom?"

"No. I saw you were asleep so I broke my intentions" Khoirul's alibi. He lied only to reduce Khadija's guilt over falling asleep.

"Em, is that it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mas going to college today?"

"No. I gave my permission yesterday so I have a job to do today. All I want to tell you about our transfer plan" said Khoirul.

Kunyahan Khadijah. "Beauty, Mas?"

"Yes. If you're willing, what if we move to another city? Small town that is not crowded. I want a new atmosphere especially with your condition that is still unstable."

Khadijah did not know what to react to. The news was too sudden. "What about your job, Mom?"

"Easy. The rest of the work will be handled online only. For the resignation I submitted yesterday."

"But our decision to move on is not final yet, Mas? Why did he just resign?"

Khoirul understood Khadijah's concerns. At first he made the decision when he saw his wife slumped because of the unclear news out there. Then he believed his decision was right after the incident that Khadijah experienced. He was determined to get rid of all the ugliness that once traumatized his wife.

"Because I want the best for you, Colored. Whatever it is, as long as you can be happy, I won't think about it twice" Khoirul said.

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