BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 48 - The Mouth of Marwah

"It's okay, Mom? Are you sure you can move out of college with the intention of raising Mas's rank?" ask Khadijah. He was actually worried if he had to move from the city that raised the name Khoirul. Not necessarily in other cities, Khoirul has the same luck.

"Given up, that rank is not a problem. As long as I can support you, I won't care. Now all you need to think about is not that problem but our problem. If for example later I can not become a lecturer for something, I will start my own business. My parents have branch companies everywhere. I can have them set aside one company for me to manage" Khoirul explained. He had thought about it over and over again and the result remained the same.

Khadijah was silent, thinking more precisely. He nodded resignedly. "I'll follow your decision, Mommy. Whatever it is that matters most to us."

"Thank you."

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The news of Khoirul and Khadijah's move was heard in the ears of Khoirul's parents. They went straight to Khoirul's house, making sure that the news was not true. Marwah, who thought the move was due to Khadija, blamed Khadija for seeing his daughter-in-law's face.

"Ma" said Khoirul. He did not want his parents to harass his wife especially after the Khadijah residence all this time. "This beauty is purely because of me. If you blame Khadijah, I won't hesitate to avoid you forever."

"Tuh, right, you've been provoked by Khadija. Mama wonders to you. Your performance as a lecturer has been recognized by many people, but why suddenly you have to move? Have you had any problems teaching? Or because of the rumors? Mama is confused as to why you can be attacked by unpleasant rumors after marrying Khadijah. Maybe he's a fucking carrier? The proof of the baby it contains is also lost," said Marwah without shading aling-aling. Really tiger mouth.

Khadijah. His heart, which was still as weathered as cotton, was suddenly blown away by a typhoon. Eyes glazed. He thinks of the non-non.

Is it true that the miscarriage I had was because of myself? Maybe because I was being rude to my husband and talking badly about my pregnancy at that time. I couldn't believe I was pregnant, as if I didn't want to accept it. Oh, my God, so this is all my fault? Batin Khadijah.

The condition of Khadijah's body gradually changed. It is as if he is not on the earth. He just revolves around a situation where he is to blame. My God, her mother-in-law's mouth made her fall into the abyss.

Seeing that, Khoirul moved quickly by hugging his wife from behind. He rubbed Khadijah's arm, "Don't think about what mom said, Sejah. Mama just misspoke. You'd better get in the room, let me talk to Mama."

Ratna, who was making drinks, ran as soon as she heard Khoirul asking him to take care of Khadijah. Her daughter looked frustrated and depressed. He wanted to scold Marwah for her rude remarks, but he was sad because Khoirul was there.

Khoirul yelled at his mother, there was no courtesy he could show his parents. "Mama never knew what happened to us. These few weeks, Khadija is like an undead. He did not eat properly and not even drink could be said to swallow liquids. I tried hard to make it like a human back, but mama even made my wife become burdened. As long as you know, the miscarriage that Khadija experienced was not because of Khadijah's fault but because of me. I'm the most guilty."

Raden hissing. He was also upset by his wife's attitude. "Mama should go home. If Mama were here any longer, the atmosphere would be even more awkward. Poor Khadijah. She's been traumatized but mom's adding to her load. Papa wonder why mom can't filter speech?"

Marwah said, "Just the mother you blame. My mom only talked about facts. If it was Khadijah who made things difficult. Just look! Khoirul had to move to another city just because of him. If you know this, from the first mama will not approve of their marriage. What did Khoirul see from Khadijah? Her parents are broke and Burhan is always asking our son for help. Is our child a social parlor? Maybe he forced our son to marry his son?"

Before Khoirul spoke, Raden preceded, "MAMA! KEEP MOUTH!"

"Why did you snatch mama anyway?" Marwah.

"Back home!"

"No! Mama wants to force Khoirul to rethink his move. Khoirul, listen..," the remark came to a halt as Raden managed to drag his wife out of Khoirul's house.

Khoirul breathed a tired sigh. He stepped up the stairs to calm his wife.

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There is no further discussion of Marwah's remarks to Khadijah. Khoirul always warned his wife to forget her mother's words. The most important thing now is not others but themselves.

Their transfer is almost one hundred percent. Bik Sani forced to come with them for fear that Khadija would not take care of him. The woman was also used to her employer and had no intention of finding a new employer even though Khoirul had promised to lay off Bik Sani with a large severance package. Khoirul will also find a new employer who is better than himself.

Khoirul. He was also helped by the presence of Sani in the new house later. The move was made on the first day of the month after. The city of choice was not too far from where they had lived before. It only takes five hours by private car.

Khoirul also has got a minimalist house that is quite inhabited by five people including the security guard house. As soon as Khadijah came down, he was immediately fascinated by the interior of the house. The atmosphere was also more beautiful than the previous house. Suddenly the woman wanted to garden looking at their spacious courtyard.

"Mas, will you find a full-fledged flower shop?" bujuk Khadijah's.

"Why indeed?"

"You buy flowers."

"For?" Khoirul still does not understand where their conversation is going.

"Garden. Let the yard have a lot of flowers, Mas."

Khoirul was relieved that his wife had positive thoughts after moving house. "Can. Will I take you?"

"Thank you, Mom."

"Together, Honey. I'm hungry by the way. Food delivery yuk?"

Khadijah nodded enthusiastically.

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Khadijah is much better. No more tears, sadness or conversations about babies. Except today when she came home from shopping in front of the housing. There, the mothers who were neighbors with them were gathered. Just a few people but looks a lot because they brought the kids.

Elite housing, mostly inhabited by civil servants and state officials, is quiet gossip because they rarely leave the house except for vegetable shopping in front. Their greeting is also only limited to say hello instead of wanting to know the affairs of others.

It is strange that Khadijah suddenly cried when he came home from shopping.

"What's wrong?" khoirul asked confused.

"That, Mas, the mothers are on the bring the children. Well, his kids are asking for snacks."

Khoirul frowned, "Then the problem?"

"Nobody asked for snacks with me, Mas," whined Khadijah.

Khoirul patted his forehead. He chuckled amusedly, "Only that?"

Sweet wife.

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