BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 52 - Try it! You Will Definitely Like

A little touch means? Kinan was indeed not too stupid to interpret the sentence, but he hesitated to imagine it.

Ting!

The intercom rang. Kinan moved out of place while sticking his phone in the ear. He looked at the intercom screen that showed someone outside the door. The girl closed her mouth in surprise at the unexpected guest.

"I'll close first, sir. Someone came" said Kinan.

"Who's coming?"

"Let me tell you later, sir. I close first," insisted Kinan. He pocketed it into his pocket and opened the door. "Kak Colored? What's up?"

"Can enter? Not sleeping yet, right?"

"Here you go. Waking up on the phone."

"I'm sorry, you're a bully" Khadija said. He entered after being given space by Kinan. The woman looked briefly at the entire room not far from hers. The composition of the equipment is also exactly the same as the room.

"No bother, brother. What was? Brother needs something?" ask Kinan confused. Luckily, he has not confirmed Zaki's request to enter his room. If until they are caught red-handed, it's his life history. Khoirul was immediately angry when he saw himself alone with Zaki in the lobby earlier, let alone to see them in the same room.

"So I don't want to stay here. Can't you?" ask Khadijah.

"Te-of course, Brother. Kak Khoirul who paid for this room so you can stay as you like," replied Kinan trying to calm down. He bids her go to the bathroom for a while to tell Zaki that the man can't come to her room.

[Sorry, Sir. Brother Dijah sleeps with me. Next time we meet]

The message was sent to Zaki's number. Kinan heaved a sigh of relief. He doesn't have to be hard-pressed to imagine anything. He was still afraid of something happening that made him regret. Love is blind, but that does not mean that it is blind.

After sending the message, Kinan walked out from there as if nothing mattered. Seeing Khadijah who was already lying on the bed, Kinan rushed over. Khadijah took off his blanket and gave Kinan room to go inside. They looked at each other with a diculum smile.

"Like pajamas party, brother. But the difference is we do not wear pajamas," said Kinan.

"Yes, you're right. This is the first time we've slept together. Sorry if I disturbed you. One more, because we are not much different age, just call the name, Kinan. Your sister's not here."

"Can't do it, brother. Even though we are only a few years old, my sister is married to my sister. So I think of him as my own brother. It is not polite to call the name doang," elak Kinan.

Also true. The name-calling rules were already a natural thing for a young age. So, Kinan had to be polite to an older person.

"alright. You are an adult now. Lucky Khoirul has a sister like you, Kinan."

"I'm an adult, Brother," praised Kinan.

Khadijah moved his head so that he could see Kinan's face trying to boast. "Then you have another boyfriend? He said yesterday that he broke up. Do you have a heart?"

Kinan wanted to shake his head but he liked Zaki. How'this? "Not yet, Brother."

"It looks like Mr. Zaki likes you."

Kinan stiffened, "Where can you conclude?"

"His eyes. You didn't feel his eyes glanced at you just now? He was talking to your brother. It's weird that I don't know, Kinan. My seat is in front of Mr. Zaki."

"Em, coincidence may be, Brother," elak Kinan. He refused to admit it. Unknowingly, his finger squeezed the blanket that surrounded him.

"Do you like Mr Zaki?"

"No, Brother. Dare to be right I like the lecturer. Moreover, he's a lecturer who will guide me."

"You know I used to have that thought, too. But in the end I like Mas Khoirul as well. Early in the marriage I called him 'Sir' because I felt we were not a suitable couple. Before it's too late you should admit it, Kinan. Your brother would be angry if he knew you were lying" Khadija said. Though he also didn't know at first, he just thought it through and Kinan showed the reaction he expected. So, the bait is on target.

Kinan thought about that speech. How did he talk to Khoirul? Is there a more subtle way he can use it?

"I will help you" said Khadijah.

"How, Brother?" answer Kinan spontaneously. He closed his mouth because of his speech.

Khadija. He's getting sleepy. He got his blanket and closed his eyes. He let Kinan think with his own argument. There must be a way out. So let it all flow.

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Khadijah opened his eyes because of the noise in the room. Looks like someone's on the phone. Wh who?

The woman opened her eyes, exploring her surroundings. He saw Kinan was calling on the balcony of the room with a facial expression that was not too clear. Khadija could not guess what was happening, but Kinan's rather high voice made Khadija realize who contacted the girl.

Khadijah pretended to be still asleep when he heard footsteps approaching. It was only when Kinan walked into the bathroom that the woman opened her eyes. His mind floated until he regained consciousness as Kinan greeted him.

"We're going home now, brother?" ask Kinan as if there were no problems.

Khadijah nodded, "I went to Mas Khoirul's room first huh? Wipe your face in a change of clothes."

"Yes, Brother."

Khadijah tidied up the blanket first, just came out of the room. He was surprised to see Khoirul was already there with a manyun expression. Her lips that clenched forward signified that she was in an upset mood.

"Why, Mas?" ask Khadijah.

"Still ask?"

"Yuk ah, back to the room. I want to take a shower first" Khadijah flanked Khoirul's arm to leave immediately. Otherwise the man would have stayed in place until night again.

Arriving at them in the room, Khoirul pulled Khadijah to be hugged with all his might in retaliation for being left alone all night.

"Duh, Mas, can't breathe" hissed Khadijah. He pushed Khoirul's body with all his might, "why is it suddenly forced to hug?"

"You, we're going to the hotel for the honeymoon, and you're sleeping with Kinan. I was alone in my room, unable to sleep. You called many times but accidentally left his phone?"

"Yes, Mas. I know you must be fussy that's why I'm staying."

"Awas. If until you suddenly ask, I'll just leave" Khoirul threatened. He didn't really mean it. Just a wind threat so Khadijah doesn't ignore it anymore.

Khadija gave a kiss long enough to comfort her husband but instead carried the current to the clouds. About thirty minutes later, they just came out of the room with a smile. That's a sign that the pent-up desire last night has been channeled properly.

They came to Kinan's room. An impatient knock was heard from a few minutes ago. The sound of the intercom is also certainly deafening but the one who inhabits the room has not yet come out.

"Where the hell, Kinan?" dengus Khoirul's.

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While in there ...

Kinan pulled the edge of his shirt with all his might. She did not expect Zaki to intend to forcibly dispose of all the clothes attached to his body.

"Try it! You'll love it, Kinan. I promise I will marry you. You don't believe me?" pinta Zaki is frustrated.

Kinan. He can't do it yet. "Wait permission from Kak Khoirul first, sir. Then we can get married. I gave up my virginity."

Ting!

Ting!

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

The two people looked at each other.

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