BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 59 - Misconceived

"Will I pick you up at five?" khoirul said as he drove his wife to work. To be honest he was not willing if Khadijah looking for money when he was able to finance all the needs of his wife. But he did not want to impose his will too much because Khadija must have been able to guess what his obligation was.

Khadijah nodded quickly, "Ready, Boss."

"Remember my message, right?"

"Remember. Don't flirt with other men especially Brother Richard! Work right and go home on time. If there is anything contact your beloved husband," explained Khadijah, like repeating a lesson from his lecturer.

"good. Where's kiss?"

Khadijah removed the seat belt and leaned her body until she could reach her husband's cheek. A kiss that was only a split second finally managed to make the husband calm. Not to forget the woman also kissed the palm of her husband and paid for work.

"Be careful on the road, Mas" Khadijah said, waving.

"Yes, honey."

Khadijah entered as soon as Khoirul's vehicle was no longer visible. The woman passed by people who also worked in the same building. With Khadijah's sociable nature, it makes itself easy to adapt.

Arriving at the employee locker, Khadijah was stunned to see something behind the room that was only a meter long. "Whose hand?"

Someone passed his place. The woman whose age was adrift not far from Khadija tilted her head out of curiosity. "Oh, that was from the security guard, Khadijah."

Khadija turned, "Satpam sir? You got it too?"

"Yes not. Who brought the security guard but who gave like Mr. Richard deh. You see, Mr. Richard gave this to the security guard. When I got in here, the security guard nongol and gave me this. I'm the one who entered your locker" explained Rini in detail.

Khadijah nodded his head to understand Rini's explanation. He opened the box and turned out to be yellow rice complete with the side dish. Khadijah could not eat anymore because he had filled his stomach earlier. She looked at Rini, "Would you like it?"

"May me?" ask Rini again.

"Can. I had breakfast for that."

"Ashik," cried Rini. He took the box. His tongue was shaking and he wanted the food in his mouth.

"But if anyone asks, just answer me who ate? It's not nice if I refuse people's gifts" Khadijah said.

Rini gave her thumbs up, "Sip. But you know Mr Richard by the way?"

"My senior Richard's sister's on campus. Told to know ya know but not that close."

"Rare you closer? If it is only a senior junior, it is impossible to give food. Unless ... if she likes you."

Rini is not wrong. Richard took heart in Khadija and Khadija tried to resist him. Think of Richard's attention as just a friend. Keeping the fraternal rope is not a problem?

"Ngaco. Who likes college students who haven't graduated?" elak Khadija's.

"Well you haven't graduated yet? How same? But I did delay graduating because I had to make money first. That you?"

"I'm a little lazy to go to class. But don't get me wrong, I'm smart-brained. It's just that my intelligence lost to my laziness" elak Khadijah.

"Ish, it could be bragging. Yes already? I'm gonna eat first. Soon we are absent again," said Rini.

Khadijah.

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"Now!" richard said slowly as he passed Khadijah. He offered Khadijah a cold drink and left. As if nothing happened between them. Maybe the man was afraid of being caught out if the attention was on the office girl.

Khadijah gawked for a moment but he gulped down the drink as well. "Hem, that's fine." The orange taste is tasted and not too sweet. The woman paused for a moment and returned to work.

"Duh, another shipment," continued Rini.

Khadijah was upset that Richard was constantly indulging himself. There may be rumors. He was tempted to enjoy the meal but Rini was too eager to enjoy it. So he gave it to Rini again, "Please don't spread the gossip huh? I already have a husband, afraid that my husband will know."

"Better you don't talk to me, Sejah. Just talk to Richard. Later your relationship with your husband becomes tenuous if suddenly you are caught close to another man," explained Rini. His mouth was busy chewing while commenting.

Also true. Khadijah found out where Richard's room was but he looked at whether there were guests or not. Richard's room was alone so as not to be mixed with the tables of his subordinates. Khadijah walked slowly towards Richard's room, looking back and forth afraid that his arrival would be rejected.

The room was not too many people as some were already out for lunch. Khadijah knocked on the door, then entered after being invited.

"What's up, Khadijah? Tumben came to me first?" ask Richard.

"I'm sorry about Richard. I want to file a complaint."

"About what?"

Richard finished his work to listen to Khadijah's words. His two palms were folded on the table, just like an important person.

"food."

"Food?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Speak!"

Khadijah took a deep breath, then, "I like to eat, sir. Whatever I like. But if you often give me food, I can be exposed to slanted gossip. In the morning, I gave him food. In the afternoon, I gave you a canned drink, then lunch you also gave food again. Why is your routine just feeding me? You don't have another job?"

Richard chuckled at Khadijah's expression, "Feed you? Are you a chicken?"

"I'm not kidding, sir. I'm serious."

"Okay, I'm clear again. This morning I did give you a box of food, but not because I intentionally, Khadijah. I bought it for the security guard too and coincidentally it's still one. Instead of giving it to someone I don't know, I'd rather give it to someone I know who likes to eat. For the canned drink earlier, I also accidentally bought. The drink was from someone and I did not like oranges. If it's coffee I'll drink it myself" explained Richard.

Khadijah. So he was wrong? But there is one more reason that needs to be clarified. "If you eat lunch, you also accidentally buy or buy excess?"

"No. Lunch is not me. I have not eaten yet. What's that about?"

"Nasi padang."

"not me. Check the cctv is definitely not me who entered your locker," explained Richard. He smiled wryly, "no other man likes you."

"Ngaco the father," complained Khadijah without looking at Richard. She's ashamed not to play. He thought Richard did care about him and intended to seek attention. But it wasn't. If he knew he was on the wrong target, he better not have to ask. Already been.

"Dijah, Colored. I'm glad you can talk like this with me. I was tense when I found out your husband yesterday. Actually I was wondering why you live in a hostel? Don't you have a home? Or do I want to rent a house?"

"Thank you for your kindness but my husband and I have a very comfortable place to live. Since I've been so embarrassed, I better excuse myself first."

Richard could not hide his laughter. Absolutely adorable.

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"The rice is good, right?" khoirul asked as he and Khadijah managed to split the streets in traffic.

Khadijah turned his head fiercely, "So that rice field is from you, Mas? Duh, who do I think. Why don't you talk, Mom? I'm ashamed of myself."

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