BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 6 - Father Too Colossal!

Khadijah laughed out loud, deliberately mocking Raisa's words. "Ngaco. His wife? Hey, is it true that if I get married, don't you? It's not possible, is it?"

Raisa frowned, then scratched her nose. He swore to hear Khoirul's words while inside there was only Khadijah. How could his lecturer talk to an invisible creature?

"Related you? Don't play backstreet-backstreet and right?" cerca Raisa's.

Khadijah flanked Raisa's arm, "Yes not. We're the best friend."

"Well, if this is the best friend. The treaty was not done" complained Raisa. He had forgotten about Khoirul and his suspicions.

"Later to go home to college. There was a nagging nuisance."

Not yet Khadijah and Raisa disappeared from the corridor, a very distinctive deheman voice sounded from behind. Just look at the two people looking.

Raisa nodded politely to Khoirul. The man carried a dirty plate and cast his glare at Khadijah. The one who looked at it as if it didn't care.

"You guys instead of learning to quickly level up, this is even playing. Go home to college, go home. Studying again. How long do you want to be here? Not tired of meeting me? Not bored in the same place for eight years?"

Raisa was surprised to hear a short quote from Khoirul. He nodded obediently, "Well, sir. We're not gonna play much."

Khadijah refused to answer. He was offended by Khoirul's remarks. He was forbidden to go with his friends.

Raisa nudged Khadijah's waist to answer his lecturer's words. Khadijah was silent and his eyes glanced sharply.

"Jawab, Colored," whispered Raisa.

"If I never get tired of this place. Why should I be bored, sir? He is handsome and can wash his eyes every day. Anyway if I go play, father's business? Your business is only on campus. If in .. em, em," Khadijah's speech stopped because his mouth was locked by Raisa's palm.

Raisa smiled apologizing to Khoirul, then took Khadijah away. After drifting away, the woman scolded her best friend. "You are if you hate not too obvious dong. Udah value you ugly, will be worse if faced with the same lecturer does not want to show the good side."

"Alah, a lecturer like Pak Khoirul where might have a good side anyway? Want to smile until the lips pout is also so-so nature," Khadijah said.

"Well, if you suddenly praise Mr. Khoirul."

"No way," Khadijah interrupted. He forgot that a moment ago he was flattered by Khoirul's words. The grip is too high to admit.

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Khoirul looked at the wall clock that had shown at nine o'clock in the evening. Khadijah had not yet returned home, but he knew the woman's college schedule was only until four in the afternoon.

"Where is he? I have warned you not to be in a daze, but not at all to be disturbed" grumbled Khoirul.

Khoirul could have contacted Khadijah's parents but he hesitated if suddenly asked various things. There's a reason why he could marry Khadijah, not just play.

Khoirul feels full responsibility for Khadijah's life. Although Khadijah's attitude was worse than he had imagined, he would not let his wife get carried away by promiscuity.

The smart object in Khoirul's hand displays Khadijah's contact number. He has contacted Khadija dozens of times but none have been appointed. The man believes that Khadijah deliberately did so to reply to his warning earlier.

"Sir, please prepare my car" Khoirul told his driver. He walked quickly towards the stairs, riding on them with a run. He picked up the wallet lying on the table. A few minutes later he came back down.

Khoirul cannot remain silent. He wanted to find his wife either on the road that the woman was likely to cross. But before he could get in the car, he saw a taxi stop in front of the house.

Khoirul just greeted the taxi. In just a split second, Khadijah came down and waved at the taxi he was riding in. Khoirul thought there was someone else inside but it turned out that Khadijah had come home alone.

"Hi, Mr. Killer lecturer," said Khadijah with a small grin.

"Where have you been?"

"Main."

Only one word was uttered by Khadijah, and the woman wearing the half-finished shirt entered regardless of Khoirul's sharp gaze. Khadijah even muttered with a sentence that her husband did not understand.

"Stop over there!" khoirul's orders before Khadijah were increasingly stretched up to his room.

Khadijah stopped, his body turned around, "What else?"

"Can't you appreciate me?"

"could. I stopped when you said stop" Khadija replied casually. She really wanted to anger her husband.

Khoirul is rarely angry with anyone. The man who knew himself knew very well that the man would not rebuke them if they did not pass. His parents rarely heard Khoirul's harsh voice. But only a few days Khadijah lived in the house, Khoirul was forced to become another figure.

The man who decided to marry a woman who did not even have the imagination to marry, did not even regret seeing Khadijah's behavior. It's just that his pride is crazy because of Khadijah's attitude.

"Well, that's what you know" replied Khadija lightly. His hands play but his bag while listening to Khoirul preach.

This old man why the hell? Very sensitive today. Not that it looks sweet, inner Khadijah.

"Next time don't be so anymore" Khoirul finally said. He tried to give up, but only for tonight. His tone also softened.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who was that?"

"Rulisa."

"Who else?" cerca Khoirul in a soft tone. Khadijah was drawn to sit down but the woman firmly refused.

"Friends."

"Man or woman?" khoirul asked, still trying to be patient.

"Women and men. This is why an interview anyway, sir?" sudang Khadija's.

"Tell me who your friends are to let me know."

Khadijah said, "No! Whose father should I explain in detail? Before he interjected, I knew that my father was my husband. But that doesn't mean I have to tell you everything I'm doing out there. I do not love my father any more. Why is this trivial thing so a discussion? Before I got married, I used to go home at night. My parents did not forbid it either. Just a stinking father!"

"Colots? I'm collot?"

Khadijah put on a fierce face, "Yes. Wh why? Don't agree?"

Khoirul's heart rumbled violently. He almost lost control. He wanted to curse himself for not being able to do much to his wife.

Maybe this is one of the tests for you, Khoirul. You who are too hard on your disciples are now being reciprocated by your wife. Try even more gently, inner Khoirul warned.

Khadijah. Khoirul just kept quiet and lowered his head. That guy should be mad at her, right? So that Khadijah has a reason to get out of the house.

"Nothing needs to be explained anymore, right?" ask Khadijah.

"Sleep! If you're still hungry, there's food in the fridge. Heat it up if you want to eat," Khoirul said before he left the house. He needs to calm down.

"Still attention" murmured Khadijah.

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"Raisa, it's me" Khoirul told Raisa on a phone call. He was curious about who his wife was gathering for.

Hearing Khoirul's voice, Raisa suffocated, "Pak Khoirul? Is this really dad?"

"Yes, it's me. I have something to ask."

"What's up, sir? I made a mistake?" ask Raisa scared.

"No, it's not like that. I saw you and your friends gathered at the cafe. I wonder who's there."

"Why did you ask about this? It's not that I refuse your attention but it sounds strange to ask. Is it because of playing problems after college, sir? I'm sorry, sir. I promise I will study more diligently again," explained Raisa frightened.

Khoirul also miscalculated. He should not have called suddenly. But it's already a responsibility. "If you want to tell anyone you were, I will give you advice for your thesis."

"Really, Sir?"

"true."

"So I was together..,"

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