BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 9 - CUP!!!

Khadijah gulped, nervous.

How should I answer? If I say no, he is my husband. Nyosor is okay too. But if I say yes, it feels like I look like a woman who likes to ask for rations to her husband. But Mr. Khoirul does not match me, if you know, can die lice. How's this? Oh wait, I'm coming to the moon, the inner Khadijah is yelling.

Instead of the confusion of his heart, Khadijah's eyes flickered, exactly a puppet whose two eyelids could be raised down.

Khoirul revealed a faint smile at the nervousness of the woman before him. He stroked the top of Khadijah's head, "Any home?"

"What do you want me to answer? " ask Khadijah getting nervous. The tremors in his heart made the woman not know what to say. "I'm coming for the moon."

Jesus, I forgot, Inner Khoirul. Too ambitious to make his brain less well controlled.

Khoirul scratched his nose, embarrassed, "I forgot."

"Eachly, the father did not often watch films lacking material" recalls Khadijah. He gave them space by slightly shifting the seats. After that, the woman complained of pain. His fingers gripped the stomach, his eyes narrowed.

"Why? Sick again? Drink first," said Khoirul while offering the bottled drink earlier.

Khadijah refused to drink it but she was forced to follow her husband's wishes. Without saying much Khoirul brought Khadijah to lie on a sofa that was not too long.

"Lay a minute. I have business in the dean's office. I lock the door from the outside, let no one come in" Khoirul said.

"Hm."

Khadijah still had time to see Khoirul out of the room and lock the door. The woman forced her eyes closed so that the pain was somewhat reduced.

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Two hours later ...

Khadijah opened his eyes, blinking confusedly. Why is he in his room? When did Khoirul move it? How did the man get her out of the room?

Duh, if anyone else knows how? Khoirul sir can't be careless right? Batin Khadijah's.

The woman got out of bed, went to the bathroom. There was no husband there. Khadijah decided to take a bath first after cleaning himself. He went down to the kitchen to get dinner.

When the woman was busy greeting Bik Sani, Khoirul appeared from the side yard. Khoirul approaches her and asks if she is okay.

"Well," answered Khadijah short. He wanted to take one piece of homemade nuggets, but Khoirul prevented it, "why?"

"Sit down right!" khoirul's orders. He pulled Khadijah to sit on one of the table chairs, then put a plate of nuggets, rice and potato sauce. "Eating the right. Sit sweet if you want to eat. Not good."

Khadijah had opened his mouth to dodge, Khoirul continued, "Not to patronize but explained. If you are not told, you must be angry. Aren't you?"

"Not really," replied Khadijah lazily. He started to feed his food. It doesn't feel like it can be said with words. The woman further accelerates the process of absorption of carbohydrates into her stomach.

"Slow, Colored. Is someone chasing you?"

"No. Let's hurry, sir. I'm going to sleep again."

"His job hasn't been done yet? Tomorrow isn't there my class?"

Khadijah rolled his eyeballs, "I'll give you permission, sir."

"Can't!"

"Why?"

"Because you have to take responsibility. I'll help you finish the thesis if you're a good boy" Khoirul said. Seeing Khadija eating voraciously, Khoirul felt hungry as well. He brought his face closer, "can you ask for some bribes?"

"I'll get you?" Khadija refused to eat one plate with Khoirul.

"No. I want you to bribe."

"But, sir," refused Khadija. He saw Bik Sani smiling shyly at the behavior of the two of them.

"I'm going, Madam. My job is done. If there's anything call me in the back yeah," interrupted Bik Sani, then get out of the way immediately.

Khoirul signaled that Khadijah would not reason again. He has never acted spoiled but facing such a stubborn woman as Khadija, he needs to tarnish his strict nature.

Khadijah sizzled softly, then fed a full spoon, "Open your mouth, sir."

"Am I a cow? Very big bribe," complained Khoirul.

"Yes, yeah. Just get angry."

Khoirul accepted such a huge bribe. A few grains of rice were thrown onto the floor and the man's face. Khadijah laughed out loud at the look of her husband who looked ridiculous.

Khoirul scowled while chewing. In his heart he felt strange when he saw Khadijah. He was bewitched by his wife's sweet smile. If only he had dared to touch his wife at least ask for a kiss that for the first time was done in earnest.

When finished making a promise after living while, Khoirul only gave a kiss as light as a feather. He doesn't know if he lives together, everything feels more beautiful.

"Happy yet?" ask Khoirul.

Khadijah nodded, he rubbed his condensed tail, "Already."

"Clean!"

"No ah" Khadijah refused. He took his spoon again, but Khoirul got in the way.

"Would you help me clean up or do I kiss?"

"Try it if you dare, sir."

Khoirul pulled Khadijah's chin, then gave an unexpected kiss on his woman's face.

The cup!

Khadijah's eyes glared, "Pak Khoirul."

"I warned you already." Khoirul tried to calm down even though in his heart he cheered for the chance as well.

"Cheat" complained Khadijah. He threw away face. Damnit damnit! His heart rumbled great.

"Finish the meal. I'm going to sleep first."

"Wait, sir," stop Khadija. He had to turn his face around again, "what did you bring me to wear?"

"Car."

"That's not what it means, sir. But when I slept in my father's room."

"I'm carrying. Can a sleeping person walk on their own?" Khoirul. The answer is always not to the point. Khadijah had to guess a lot. It sucks!

"Yes the time I was pushed up the parking lot. What do you mean, people are not suspicious? You are a lecturer, suddenly bring the student out of campus is strange."

"The satisfaction is lonely, Colored. I can take you."

"Related, Sir?"

"Related."

Khadija still does not believe in Khoirul's alibi. But he also had no reason not to believe. His eyes were tightly shut and he flew into dreamland. Instead of concentrating on Khoirul who now knows his nature like a high school boy, Khadijah just nodded.

He began to think about how to calm his heart that had suddenly changed.

Mr. Khoirul is the culprit of the problem, the inner Khadijah.

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At 23.15 ...

Khadija felt his stomach twisting. He had not had time to fly into dreamland but his stomach was turbulent. The waves down there are getting worse. Khadijah had squeezed his stomach with all his might but he was unable to endure the pain.

A cold sweat gushed all over his face. Khadijah was about to take medicine in the nightstand but he had trouble. The woman slept on the sofa because she saw Khoirul sleeping comfortably in the bed. He finally relented.

"Come," he murmured.

The drug that Khoirul bought earlier, deliberately placed there so that Khadija easily reached. But human estimations are certainly not as beautiful as imagined. When the woman got up, her body was dazed and her consciousness decreased.

Bruk!

"Used!"

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