BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 1 - Mr. Killer Face

Khadijah walked hurriedly towards the university corridor. He woke up late and had to go to class in five minutes. It seems that today will be the worst day for him.

Ah, not just today actually. Every day was also his last day because he was lazy to go to class.

His breath hunted. The skimpy clothes he was wearing fluttered in the wind. The movements of his body like a man of diabolism made the men look at him fascinated.

Khadija, the sensational woman. Often late to class, wearing clothes that lack material, do not like pleasantries but unfortunately do not want to have a serious relationship with the opposite sex. Until he was almost 25 years old, Khadija had never had an official girlfriend. Friends but friendly is certainly a lot.

"Surge, please! Duh, legs dong," complained Khadija while running. He was wrong but he was angry. The man who was the material of his stomping was actually waving. The windfall because it can be adjacent to Khadijah.

Khadijah stopped his steps in front of the back door. He peeked and sighed looking at the face of Khoirul - the killer lecturer who always gave D minus to his students - which was very scary.

"Duh, more than D minus this is like," murmured Khadijah.

The woman slowly shifted the door very carefully hoping not to make a sound. But the damn door was noisy in the midst of his heart's desire to quietly enter. A moment later, everyone who was busy listening to the lecturer's explanation turned to him.

Khoirul glared at Khodijah, he turned to the table and typed something on his laptop screen.

Mampus me, Inner Khadijah.

Khoirul beckoned Khadija to sit down. This is what the woman was afraid of. Khoirul does not need to talk much to students who are late to enter or do not enter his class at all, he only needs to fill their grades with D minus. Just two words. Checkmate!

Khadijah stepped limp towards the rearmost empty seat. He began to listen to the lecturer's completely unfriendly explanation in his ear.

The woman's mouth was cursing at the lecturer. Only five minutes later, after which, he pretended to be busy typing because Khoirul signaled himself to focus.

It sucks!

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"Ah, is it still the age of fools? Mom and Dad were kidding, right?" khadijah asked with a tinge of laughter filled with ridicule.

The man who had been the backbone of the family for almost twenty years was snorting slowly. He hated this situation too. He who rarely makes a living because of the strength of his legs can not be used as a benchmark can not do much when someone asks his daughter to be a wife.

"Papa's sorry, Khadijah. Papa doesn't want to sell you, but we have to know the return. If only you could pass on time, we wouldn't have gotten you in touch" said Burhan, Papa Khadijah, who is now forty-nine.

Khadijah dropped a small bowl filled with fruits, "Papa? That means I have to be a means of return?"

The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful was mediating, "Hush! Talk like you never went to school. Not a tool, Khadijah, but for your happiness. If you can't focus on college, it's good to get married. After all, the soul mate we offer is not bad, even better."

Khadijah inflamed, "Offer? Is marriage just a bargain? Nope! Khadijah does not want to! Khadijah still wants to go to college, still wants to be free. If you have a husband, end of it is restrained. What about Khadijah's continued life until thirty-five years later? Khadijah could only stay in the kitchen and room. This wedding idea is bad! BIG NO'S! WEDDING NO!"

Khadijah covered away. He was not willing to share his youth so quickly. Behind his slenge attitude when entering the world of college, he still wants to struggle to explore a career. He did not dislike college, but his fate alone made him like lazy college.

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That stubbornness finally softened after a few days later Khadijah saw Burhan lying in the hospital. Her father suddenly had heart disease and had to be treated for a few days. Ratna, Khadijah's mother, was not angry at Khadijah. He knew that Khadijah could not accept the decision with pleasure either.

"What's Papa's condition, Ma?" ask Khadijah worriedly. Seeing Burhan lying weak made him feel bad.

"The doctor said it was better. Don't worry" replied Ratna.

Khadija silent thousand languages. Half was forced to she continued, "I'm getting married, Ma. I'm getting married to the man you want. Whatever it is I'll do as long as I get married I'm not barred from your homes."

A happy hue was clearly visible in Ratna's eyes. The woman hugged her daughter with affection. "Thank you, Khadijah. Mama will be so happy to see you happy."

Happy from where? I got married also because I had to, Khadijah's mind was upset.

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"HUH?"

"WELL." RIGHT."

One word that made the heart break was already heard. Khadijah who was in the bridal room, suddenly wanted to run away from reality. He breathed repeatedly. She's officially become someone's wife. I don't know who he's marrying right now because he doesn't know anything about his bride-to-be.

Khadijah is prohibited from meeting directly with the prospective husband and even clothes fittings are done separately. The woman was a bit afraid because if until her future husband did not meet the criteria as a handsome husband, she could be embarrassed.

Before exiting the bridal chamber of a five-star hotel ballroom, Khadija turned to her mother, "Mama is sure my husband is not a physically deficient person right? He can walk the norm, right? Can see me clearly, right?"

Ratna smiled knots mixed with amusement, "Everything is complete, dear. Nevermind! What you think cannot happen. We'd better get out, take a good look at your husband. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

The promises sounded beautiful in Khadijah's ears. The woman in a simple model wedding dress without a long tail, tightened her grip on Ratna. Seeing the guests coming made her even more nervous. There were not many people because the wedding was held private, only a few were invited.

Khadijah did not invite anyone because he did not want his friends to know he was married. If possible before she graduates, the marriage remains safe in her mind.

Khadijah's steps stopped in front of a table with a white lacy tablecloth with a flower decoration. There were four men sitting sweetly, before him a set of prayer utensils and a dowry of a hundred grams of gold as a silent witness to the sudden marriage.

It turns out that this marriage is also valuable to my future husband, Inner Khadijah. He was moved because he thought he would get a dowry of one gram of gold.

One of the people wearing the same clothes as Khadija looked familiar. The woman choked, unable to make any sound. Holy hooch! Is this real? The cold face looked at Khadijah's eyes.

"Sir Khoirul?"

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