BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 2 - What Do We Need to Do the First Night?

"Sir Khoirul?"

Khadijah lost his balance, he was almost unsteady. With great difficulty he inhaled the oxygen left in that ballroom. For what? Khadija never had the view that she was married to Khoirul.

The woman was sitting next to Khoirul. Khoirul pinned a ring without a jewel and Khadija kissed the palm of the man who had been legally her husband. After that, for the first time Khoirul kissed Khadijah's forehead which was layered with make up.

No words said. Both of them were silent while listening to the prayer leader's advice. Fifteen minutes later, the service was over.

A couple of minutes ago officially became husband and wife seemed busy visiting guests. Khadija was rather lazy to have to listen to congratulations from Khoirul's friends.

When the woman was about to yawn, accidentally her eyes caught the figure of a middle-aged man she was very familiar with. His face was down for fear of being discovered.

Damn, why should there be Mr Samsul anyway? Khadijah's mind was upset.

May her husband deliberately invite the lecturer so that everyone knows that they are married. The woman secretly glanced at Khoirul who was shaking hands with Samsul.

Samsul glanced at Khadijah while smiling, "Khadija?"

Khadijah cleared his throat, then made a small sound that was not his voice at all. "Sorry, you're wrong. My name is Rose."

Samsul almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of Khadijah. She knew Khadijah was one of the students at the university where she taught so she greeted him earlier. He also knew when to keep the relationship between the lecturer and the student secret.

"You are so funny. How many years have we met each other in class, Colonized? Why are you pretending to forget?" samsul Canda.

Khadijah hissed without a sound. He was forced to look up with his shy grin. "Sorry, Sir. Later if there is gossip on campus, you also have to do it, right?"

"What if they all know? You shy?" Samsul said as he glanced at Khoirul.

"Yes, sir. I was still young. Where can I marry a teacher? Later kongkalikong will be counted again," complained Khadijah.

"Hey, don't be shy. Who says Khoirul is old? You don't know how old he is. After all, Khoirul's advantages are many of them..," Samsul's speech stopped because Khoirul pressed his arm, a sign to be silent.

"I'll excuse you then. I came here just to congratulate one of my friends from a few years ago," said Samsul, who then turned to Khoirul, "goodbye. Don't be so upset with your wife. He could be scared of one bed later. You take it easy because I will keep this marriage a secret. Good night for the first night."

Although Samsul's voice was deliberately denigrated, Khadijah heard what his lecturer said. First night? Not likely. How could Khoirul do the first night without knowing himself?

Should have been dating before just doing husband and wife relationship. Khadijah's face reddened imagining the undue.

Until the private party was over, Khadijah was unable to call her husband's name. Wejangan from her parents that she should obey her husband and not argue. The woman was then taken to another location.

Khadija is blind to information from Khoirul. He did not know where the lecturer lived, from which family and how personal. She is also still curious why suddenly Khoirul chosen to be her husband. Then return the favor what is meant? Ah, Khadijah's head was dizzy thinking about many things.

Khadija fell asleep for a while until a deheman made himself open his eyes. The appearance of a two-story building with access to a large parking lot, making Khadijah a little contemplated. Perhaps the house belonged to Khoirul and they would stay for the next few years.

"Down!" khoirul's orders. The man's baritone voice resuscitated Khadijah again.

Khadijah opened the door slowly, watching her around following her husband's steps. It seems that Khadijah is not used to the name.

The gold-patterned door mixed with light brown opened without being knocked. A middle-aged woman wearing an apron greeted Khoirul.

"Thank you, Bik" replied Khadijah.

Khoirul breezed along as Bik Sani explained what was in the house. Khadijah looked at the whole house and found no excessive objects.

All the furniture fits in place and does not original fill the room. Khadijah thought Khoirul was a child conglomerate who had many ideas for making luxury homes. Although at first glance the house looks luxurious from the front but in it there is nothing special.

Bik Sani took Khadijah up to the second floor. The woman saw Khoirul first enter a room that Khadijah thought their room was. Are they really going to sleep together like Samsul said?

Khadijah's face was red. He was even embarrassed to imagine that he would open up to each other with his lecturer. So Good Sani left, Khadijah refused to enter. He's standing in the doorway.

Khoirul opened the suit and turned, "Get in!"

"Well, sir, uh," Khadija's remarks came to a halt. He was confused as to what to call it.

Mas's? The darling? My husband's lecturer? Very amused should talk so, Inner Khadijah.

"Lake in!" The second commandment that time immediately made Khadijah absorbed. He ran and almost hit Khoirul's body. Khadijah took two steps back in anticipation.

"Change clothes!"

"Where? Inhere? Mr crazy?"

"You're my wife, right?" khoirul asked in a slow but stressed tone.

"I-yes indirectly, sir, uh, Mas, uh, what should I call ya?" Khadijah threw away his face.

"Call it up to you. Whatever you like. Starting tonight, we officially become husband and wife. I hope you can appreciate me more as a husband and for college matters..,"

"I don't want anyone else to know this marriage, sir," Khadijah said. He had to say it first before Khoirul thought anything.

"Why? You shy?" Khoirul unbuttoned his two white shirts while looking at Khadija with irritated eyes. Since then the woman seemed embarrassed of him even though Samsul clearly said that he was not the type of man who could make himself embarrassed.

"I-yes, Sir. You could say so. Not because of the physical, sir. Father and I are like the earth and sky, if suddenly word spread that I am the father's wife, I could be in trouble. My college graduation backfired."

"Married to me or not has nothing to do with your graduation. You're only up to twenty-five years old not yet graduated either. Your brain is not the one to be concerned with" Khoirul mocked.

Khadijah did not accept it. She is one of the most accomplished students. "Mr don't just talk!"

"Why really? Reality right?" challenge Khoirul.

Khadijah took a thousand steps to get away from that place. However, he was a bit hesitant if he had to face his lecturer. His eyes were always directed at the killer lecturer who gave him a D minus.

But come to think of it, instead of that Khoirul said that they were husband and wife. He has the right to defend himself. He quickly returned and intended to kick Khoirul's leg but Khoirul dodged. The man even caught Khadijah's wrist. They looked at each other for a while.

"Do you want us to do the first night now?"

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