BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 57 - Tracking

"Weed right?"

Khadijah. He nodded spontaneously. "Sister Richard?"

"Hey, I didn't expect to see you here. What do? You work in this office? Since when?" asked Richard overstretched.

Khadijah refused to answer one by one. Honestly, he was embarrassed to suddenly have to deal with people he knew. Not because she was serving her role as an office girl but because she suddenly worked when she got a defense from her husband regarding their relationship. Whether Richard knew what had happened to him or not, Khadija was clearly feeling inferior.

Richard realized Khadijah's reluctance. He apologized for asking personal questions. "I have a meeting outside the office. When I get back, we'll talk again, okay? Wanna? I work here because it's not possible we don't greet each other."

Khadijah. Richard walked out from before him while occasionally looking back. The man did not look mocking himself but their status looks decrepit.

"It's still dirty. Please clean it up again?" That subtle rebuke was heard in Khadijah's ears. Khadijah soon awoke from his daydreams and worked earnestly. Who knows, next month he could step up.

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"You moved here?" ask Richard to start the conversation.

"Yes, Brother. Maybe a week. I just found out that you work in this office."

"I told you yesterday that I work for a company. Well, it's the second company to overshadow my talent" explains Richard. He advanced his body, used his palm as a mouthpiece then whispered, "here his salary is greater than yesterday. That's why I want to move into this office."

Inevitably Khadijah chuckled at Richard's words. It is normal for people to choose a job with a large salary rather than a comfortable place. "That means today's the brother who bought it, right?"

"Can. Next time you will?"

"certain."

"By the way, are you the same Mr Khoirul?"

Khadijah. He took a drink and took a sip, "L-it's right, brother. The wife lives separately from the husband."

"Your money isn't good, is it?"

"Not really, Brother. I'm just looking for a busy life. I'm .. kind of dizzy at home all day."

"Then" Richard's words hung as he stretched out his hand, "happy work, Colored. Hopefully we can get along."

"Thank you, Brother."

Khadijah felt her rejection of her feelings for Richard had not affected their relationship. Because Richard is more mature than he is? Maybe so. Different from Khadijah who is still childish.

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Although Khadijah tried to look fine in front of the people, but his heart was sliced as soon as he entered the house empty. Usually there will be Bik Sani who greeted him then Khoirul who happily asked him the news today. But he was alone, without someone who could make his heart peaceful.

Once he felt his departure was not worth Khoirul's sacrifice to take him away from their problems. Moreover, the calls of her husband who never stopped asking her to accept the call. Unread messages hundreds of times filled his phone's memory.

Khadijah decided to change his mobile number because Khoirul made his heart hesitate to leave. If they were still in a match, one day they would definitely meet.

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"Still looking for that suddenly lost wife?" sindir Marwah's. Seeing Khoirul who was busy with his phone almost forgetting the people around him made the woman upset. "If he doesn't want to stay with you, that's a sign he has another man. You better not keep contacting him. He could have a big head."

Khoirul slammed his phone until the screen of his phone split in two. "Mama should go. How long will you be harassing my house?"

"No courtesy! This is your mama, Khoirul. You don't have to behave like this."

"Mama was my parents but I had the right to manage my own household. Don't interfere! At least if you can't make me happy, don't make things worse. Let Bik Sani pack my mama's clothes" Khoirul explained. He saw his sister from afar, "you also come home with mama, Kinan!"

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Khoirul contacted the bank to ask about the use of his black card carried by Khadijah. He reneged on the promise not to find out what his wife was buying. This was the only way he could know where his wife was.

"There is a sum of money that was issued from your black card, Mr. Khoirul. Precisely on the twenty-second of July, its location is on Jalan Pahlawan, an ATM machine in the area of the main bank. The amount withdrawn is three million rupiah," explained the bank employee.

"Thank you for the information."

"Is there anything else to ask? Do you want to deactivate the card if it is missing or has a problem?"

"No. No need to get there like that. I just need the information."

"alright. Thank you for contacting our customer service. If there are any other obstacles can contact us. Good day, happy activities."

Khoirul closed his call. He searched the address indicated by customer service through the mobile phone map. The location is far from where he lives. How could Khadijah run that far with money that is only three million rupiah?

Khoirul came to the road after being convinced of its existence. It took an hour to get there. Seen the place is not too densely populated, housing is also only a few. There's no way Khadija was there.

But Khoirul continued to search there armed with photos of Khadijah. A woman who was watering the plants was surprised to see his arrival. Khoirul made his point but the woman never saw Khadija.

Almost all the houses no one knows of the existence of Khadijah. Khoirul took the initiative to search in a location not far from there. Maybe a contract or something.

"How many million a month, sir?" ask the contract owner.

"I'm not signing, Mom. I want to find my wife. You ever see this woman?" khoirul asked while showing a photo of Khadija.

The woman shook her head, "I don't think she's ever seen, sir. Ask someone else."

Khoirul let out a frustrated breath. Tired feel. The man turned to another house but in reality no one had ever seen Khadija.

"Where are you, honey? Don't you miss me?" khoirul.

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Khadijah tidied up his work equipment, then carried a bag to get out of the office girl's locker room. It turns out cleaning office buildings is not like sweeping the yard of a house filled with shady trees.

As the woman was waiting for a taxi, a car approached. Richard opened the window of his car, then smiled at Khadijah. "I'll take you home! Where's it going?"

"Em, I'll take a taxi, brother."

"Why? Afraid that your husband caught us together?"

"Not so," elak Khadijah.

"Yes, come on in!"

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"Pak Khoirul is on holiday?" ask Richard. They arrived in front of Khadijah's boarding house.

"Where do you know?" Khadijah said nothing about her husband.

"That!" point Richard at someone standing behind the fence. Khadijah followed Richard's gaze and his body stiffened for a moment.

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