BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 20 - Look out Yes, You!

Khadijah squirmed, "Who is really noisy early in the morning." Half-mouthed the woman tightened her embrace on Khoirul.

Such a small sofa is forced to accommodate two loads overnight. Khadijah's arms to tingling. He could no longer bear to throw the burden in his arms. With a single elbow, the man beside her fell down.

Bruk!!!

"Auu," cried Khoirul.

"Pak Khoirul is okay? How yelling? I open it?" ask the security guard for concern.

Immediately Khadijah and Khoirul regained consciousness. The two people looked at each other meaningfully, then their faces met red. Khadijah gaped, he had opened his mouth to shout, but Khoirul swiftly closed his wife's mouth.

Khoirul was suffocating without a sound as his legs fell on the sofa. "Be quiet! There's a security guard."

Khadijah. Khoirul took off his palm after seeing Khadija to be trusted.

"What did you do to me?" whisky Khadijah. He pulled his clothes to cover something he shouldn't have.

"Not I do but we do. Quickly put on your clothes. Hiding behind a desk, I have to see Mr. Satpam" Khoirul murmured. He forgot that his body was exactly the same as Khadija. He seemed to be walking towards the door.

"Sir" whispered Khadijah.

"What else?"

"That" pointed Khadijah with his face covered with his palm, but there was a gap that could make him look towards Khoirul's eyes.

Khoirul patted his eel, "Good shit."

Like an ignorant fool, Khoirul quickly put on his clothes. He looked towards Khadijah who was also doing the same thing. His throat suddenly felt dry. He refused to forget what happened last night. If repeated again, it will be more delicious.

Unfortunately, someone at the door was too annoying.

"Wait a minute, sir" Khoirul said. The security guard stopped screaming.

Khadijah quickly turned to the back of the table, crouching there with his shoes. He held his breath, afraid of being discovered. How'this? Why is he so late? Last night what happened until he could fall asleep there?

Lest I be given a strange drink, the inner Khadijah suspected.

Khoirul opened the door with a distance that only one person could reach. He saw the security guard carrying a package labeled a wedding invitation. "What's up, sir?"

The guard looked at Khoirul suspiciously, "Father slept here?"

"Em, yes, sir. Overslept. Lots of tasks yesterday."

"Hair is a mess. I just saw you not combing your hair" the security guard commented, giving Khoirul's belongings. He looked towards Khoirul who was combing his hair, "this is an invitation from Miss Tiara, sir."

"Thank you, sir."

"I'll excuse you."

"Yes." Yeah."

Khoirul closed the door with great relief. Lucky he wasn't found out. Damnit damnit! Why did he forget himself?

"It's gone" he told Khadijah.

Khadijah tilted his head, "Have ya?"

"It has. Sit down!"

Khoirul put the package on the table. He opened it because it smelled tempting. It turned out to be morning catering and bread with special packaging. The heavy-looking invitation was glimpsed at a glance, then placed beside him.

"We can have breakfast here" Khoirul said.

Khadijah scowled, "Father can still relax?"

"Why not? I hungry. It looks good."

Does he have manners, right? I'd be embarrassed to sit alone again. After last night having a husband and wife relationship, then almost caught now having to have breakfast together? Very crazy, the inner Khadijah murmured.

"So, what's so embarrassed? I saw everything last night" muttered Khoirul as if he knew what Khadijah was thinking.

Khadijah sat down with pursed lips, "This is the first time for me, sir. Why do you have to do it on campus? The place is narrow, less comfortable. My arm hurts."

"Where is sick? I checked first" Khoirul said. He ignored the food and took over Khadijah's arm, "I swiped?"

"Don't, Sir!" prevent Khadijah. His heart has been roaring great. He regretted why he wanted to obey Khoirul.

"Why?" khoirul asked in a hoarse voice.

"I ... I ... nervous," I am Khadijah.

Khoirul smiled amusedly, "Sweetness. I like it when you behave like this, Colored. If you know you can do this, I'll force you."

"You want to skip?"

"Huh? You asked me to skip? May it be the father of amnesia" Khadijah recounted. She looked at her husband confusedly, "not usually."

"I want to take you on a honeymoon. I booked a hotel, right? Waita minute. I will also ask for permission for you from another lecturer" Khoirul explained.

Wait-wait! Why can't Khadijah refuse? Lest he too have been lured on their first night?

"You or not?" khoirul asked in an impatient tone.

Khadijah's reflexes nodded, "Ma-want, sir."

"Good."

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Not only four-star but five-star hotels, Khoirul has booked one room with one large bed. He had even been looking for information about the first night through the internet because he thought he had no education about it.

They stopped by the shopping mall for clothes and other supplies. Khoirul who chose all including underwear for Khadijah. I don't know why Khadijah did nothing. He just lowered his head, snorted softly and answered Khoirul with just two words.

"I have taken the key" said Khoirul, holding his wife's hand. Ah, the world is so beautiful.

"Em, yes, sir."

"Call Honey."

"No way, sir," Khadija refused.

Ting!

Open elevator. Khoirul and Khodijah enter. Khoirul was still not satisfied with his wife's answer, he clasped his tiny fingers even tighter.

"I was nervous, Colored," Khoirul said.

Khadijah turned, "Father too? How can?"

"Why not? This is also my first time."

"Are you old, you still nervous? Never been with a girl friend? Or the introvert?"

"really. I rarely meet people face to face if there is no interest. So, you could say we have something in common. Not someone who likes to change partners."

"Father is wrong" corrects Khadijah.

Ting!

Open elevator. They came out of that room. On the way to their room, Khadijah deliberately kept Khoirul curious. Until they reached the room, Khoirul did not heed Khadijah's questions about what they would eat later.

"What did you want to say just now, Colored? Don't half-do it?" gerutu Khoirul's.

Khadijah rolled his eyeballs, "It seems that I once gave everyone false hope, sir. Unlike the father who does not even know what love is, right? Or maybe father..,"

The cup!

Khoirul's fingers guided Khadijah to silence. He pressed his grip on his wife's arm. While the other part is busy making friendly kisses. Oh, naw!

Khadijah. The air in his mouth seemed to be gone. Let alone taking a breath, getting rid of his head he was almost overwhelmed.

The pat on Khoirul's back made the man finally stop.

The pair of blustery cheeks looked at Khadijah confusedly, "What's wrong?"

"Pelan, Mr. Khoirul," Khadijah murmured while rubbing his red lips.

"Ah, sorry. I was too excited. It's a pity," murmured Khoirul ashamed.

"Truly no thought."

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Thirty minutes later ...

"Welcome, can you please rub my body?" khoirul shouted from the bathroom.

The lazy Khadija got out of bed shouting, "Ogah, sir. At least at the end of it so. M-A-L-A-S!"

"Review ye, "camera Khoirul.

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