BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 5 - You're Pak Khoirul's Wife, Colored?

Mampus me, Inner Khadijah.

The woman tried to stay calm. It was impossible for Raisa to realize that they were husband and wife who had hit each other on the forehead this morning.

"Yes, how do I know," replied Khadijah of origin.

Raisa was not the type of thinker, so her doubts disappeared along with the diversion of the conversation. Khadijah took him to the canteen, intending to give a bribe.

"Eh, wait, get colonized" Raisa said.

"Otherwise?"

"Do you have a new car?"

"No. Who said it?" khadijah asked with mixed feelings. Don't-don't know that Raisa was delivered by driver Khoirul.

"So how I saw you get out of a white luxury car. I think your family is getting better with it."

"Oh that, I was with a neighbor. The way is so yes, come along. How could my parents buy such a car? There's only you" Khadijah explained.

"Who knew you had a sudden business."

"Hopefully so."

Khadijah wants to quickly enter the class so that talks with Raisa no longer end in cars. As she and Raisa were sitting on one of the chairs, a man she knew very well was sitting next to her.

Sontak Khadijah. He exhaled an annoyed breath, "What's wrong? Why do you have to sit here?"

"Well, why are you so jutek? If it was my fault at the time, I'm sorry. I promise I will be better with you" said the man who once idolized Khadijah. Fattan is a business student who has a lot of everything in life.

Khadijah is an economics student who prefers to get rid of the rich in his life. Not without reason because he had been hurt that time. Honestly, Fattan was a good person, but his excessive attitude seemed to consider Khadijah was his lover who made Khadijah lazy.

The problem that Fattan considers as the reason for Khadijah's dislike is too trivial. Fattan accidentally gets Khadijah to go to the cafe, planning a surprise party to become her lover. At that time, Khadijah's mood was not okay. So whatever Fattan did was pointless.

"Not because of that. I'm not in the mood to talk to you anymore" said Khadijah. He picked up the tissue on the table, rubbing his sweaty face. Khadijah had not had time to remove the tissue, Fattan first did it and gave a new tissue.

Khadijah let out a heavy sigh, to which Fattan looked with a head-band, "Here you go. I don't think we're fools."

"Who said? Before the yellow janur curved, I still had plenty of opportunities," Fattan said.

"Ish, poetic very, very," commented Raisa.

"Silent you. It's my business with Khadijah."

Raisa rolled her eyeballs, "Yes, yes. Always rejected is still expecting."

"Why indeed? My bullets are still long" said Fattan.

If he had known that Khadijah was married, Fattan would have been surprised. But Khadijah will not use his mouth to speak.

"I go to the toilet first, Sa" said Khadijah. He intended to get up, but his wrist was forcefully pulled by Fattan. The man's behavior was recorded by many pairs of eyes. The canteen contains a variety of food that is not empty of visitors, so they become the center of attention.

"Deliver!" pinta Khadija's.

"No. Listen to me first."

"Go, Fattan!"

"No, Khadijah. Please accept my love!" fattan said, full of force.

"Take him off!" The call immediately made the two men who were fighting to look at each other. Khadija stiffened to see Khoirul was looking at him very sharply, not as usual.

"It's not my business" replied Fattan.

Raisa felt the air around the place become colder because of the arrival of Khoirul. Especially the eyes of the man.

"My business because I have a need with Khadija" Khoirul said casually. He then continued in an indisputable stern tone, "Khadija, please order me a batagor. Take it to my room. The bill let me pay later. S-e-k-a-r-a-n-g!"

"Well, sir!" Khadijah forcibly removed Fattan's pull and walked quickly towards the cart of the bricklayer. The woman glanced at the place earlier. Khoirul has disappeared. Raisa and Fattan are still there.

"Mom, can you please hurry up a little, please" Khadijah asked before Fattan ran up to her. Five minutes later, the woman was finally completely free.

Tok tok!

"It's me, sir," said Khadijah.

"Lake in!"

Khadijah opened the door. The room that was not as spacious as it had been he had been to repeatedly. Not the first time Khadijah had problems with one lecturer.

"No thanks?" ask Khoirul without looking up.

"Thank you, sir."

Khadija again wanted to turn around, but Khoirul got in the way.

"Sit down!"

"For what, sir?"

Hearing Khadijah's sharp tone, then Khoirul let go of his laptop, "What's the difficulty in obedience to the husband?"

"Yes, yes" replied Khadijah lazily. He pulled the chair quite hard, deliberately to make Khoirul angry. "I've sat down, sir. What's the need for?"

"Please bribe me!"

"I?" Khadijah pointed at himself.

"Who else? It's just me and you."

"Boy has hands, right?" cerca Khadija's. It was as if telling him to do a bribing scene. Are they a married couple full of affection?

"Have it but I'm wearing it all. What's wrong with pleasing your husband?" khoirul.

Checkmate!

Khadija cannot be cut. He took a spoon and tried to find the smallest piece of batagor. He then pointed the spoon towards Khoirul.

"Make it for you" Khoirul said.

"Huh? You mocking me or pranking me anyway? Why am I confused like this?" khadijah asked with annoyance.

"You haven't had lunch, have you?"

"Yes not yet, sir. It's what time it is."

"Just eat for you."

"Then I take it out" Khadijah said. He relented. People who have more sanity should know themselves.

"Eat here!"

"Beyond, sir."

With his eagle eyes, Khoirul asserts, "Eat here!"

"Okay, okay."

With a fiery vexation, Khadija fed the piece of food into her mouth in a rapid rhythm. He was like doing a dining race and who managed to win could get out of the lecturer's room D minus it.

Khoirul thrust a glass of water that was still full, "Drink first!"

"No need, sir. I used to eat without drinking" Khadijah said. His voice was muffled by his own food. Just a few seconds passed, the woman choked. Without further ado, he finished the water in front of him.

Looking at his slightly wrapped stomach, Khadija stopped eating him, "I'm full, sir."

"okay."

Khadijah brought the plate but was again warned by Khoirul, "Just put it on the table."

"You want me to return it to the cafeteria, sir."

"There's still a lot of that, Colored. How are you? Let me spend it, "khoirul murmured. His hands stretched out to receive the plate back.

While Khadija seemed confused to see Khoirul's attitude. How could anyone else want to put leftover food in his mouth? Crazy Khoirul or Khadija who can't think positively?

"Daddy want to eat my leftovers?"

"Used and residual amulets lead to the same thing. Learn again the right one," correct Khoirul. He finished his typing and began to finish the delayed meal earlier. "You are not someone else to me. All husbands will also behave like this to his wife."

Khadijah felt himself flying because of that phrase. He turned around without saying a word. But his shock stopped seeing someone standing in the doorway. Raisa's.

"What does his wife mean? You're Pak Khoirul's wife, Colonized? WHAT'S?"

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