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Chapter 24 - Do you like Elephants?

"What's the matter of screaming?" tanya Ratna hunted down two people who were sitting in the kitchen set area. The reaction is the same as Khadijah. The woman screamed and forced Khadijah to treat her husband.

Khadijah took Khoirul up to the room. The woman searched the medicine box downstairs but Ratna had already brought it. Not to forget many words spoken by his mother so that Khadijah would be kinder to Khoirul.

"Don't you think I'd want to hurt my husband?" muttered Khadijah. He is also not a bad person who goes in and out of forbidden places.

"Who knows you suddenly have bad thoughts."

"If you keep talking, when do I get in?" gerutu Khadija's.

"Yes, get in there!"

Khadijah stepped in. The medicine box was placed on the edge of the bed while Khadijah sat next to her husband. His palm held the blood flowing while watching his wife busy doing medical treatment.

"Know understand you?" khoirul asked suspiciously.

Because Khadijah stared at the old pharmaceutical objects like thinking what he should use the first time. Without thinking, he should know.

"Eyeah dong, sir," Khadija murmured.

"Alcohol first," Khoirul instructed.

"I know too, sir. Can you just shut up?" Khadija was furious that he had to be driven by others to do something.

"This is my silence" seduced Khoirul.

Khadijah opened the lid of the alcohol bottle without carrying a cotton swab. He intended to pour it directly, but again Khoirul held back his movement.

"Wear cotton, Sewn. Later many will spill if directly poured," commented Khoirul.

"I know, Sir. God, why is this man so noisy? Disturbing concentration."

Although Khadijah nagged but he still did what Khoirul said. She poured alcohol onto the cotton surface and then applied it to her husband's wound.

Feel this, Inner Khadijah jahil.

Khadijah's fingers pressed too hard for her husband to scream, but it was only as slow as Khadijah's murmur. The man looked at his wife annoyed.

"Less hard, Colored," Khoirul said.

"Oh, less yes, sir?" Khadija gave a small grin. She managed to make her husband groan in pain. Though he should have acted more mature because if Khoirul did not save him, he would have been hit by a sharp scratch.

"Soft, dear," seduced Khoirul.

"Hm, start again," Khadijah murmured. He continued the next step, smearing the red medicine and then the plaster. Khadijah is not his name if he acts normally. The woman chose a brightly colored plaster with an image of an elephant, a plaster she often uses.

Must be tomorrow at the campus will be in an uproar, Inner Khadijah.

"Beres, sir," said Khadijah. His smile of ridicule was not shown blatantly. In his heart he laughed with satisfaction.

"Have you?" ask Khoirul.

"It."

"Thank you."

"Welcome, Sir. Thank you for helping me, too" Khadijah said.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"On what? The cuisine?"

Khoirul nodded, "What else?"

"Em, yes because I'm afraid you have a stomachache. The story is, I wanted to make fried chicken. I want to eat chicken, I want to fry. Ee, the chicken doesn't want to be fed. Explosive. I'mfrightened. I drifted away, but even the gossamer. I wanted to give you a hand at first but I doubt it. Then I buy it at Mbok Endut home cooking. Uh, I know you've bought there," explained Khadijah.

Khoirul could understand what Khadija explained. A wife must have a desire to make her husband happy. Khoirul was not angry, he was happy because Khadija thought about his health.

The gentle rubbing on Khadijah's hair made the woman tense. It was seen once if his face implied confusion. Khoirul gave a short nod to his wife, "Thank you."

"Brother is hungry? I'm hungry" said Khadijah.

"still. You want to eat again?"

Khadijah nodded quickly, "We finished the meal. I'm tired of buying time thrown away. Yuk, Sir!"

Khadijah reflex pulls Khoirul's wrist. They came down along with a much better mood.

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Tomorrow ...

It doesn't usually rain. Khadijah and Khoirul are ready to go to campus. Khadijah planned to get off at the crossroad by taxi, but it seemed the weather was too favorable for them both in the room.

Again Khadija had to hold her heartbeat when Khoirul hugged her from behind. Khadija was polishing nude lipstick to her lip area but smeared to the side.

"What the hell, honey?"

"Dear, baby. So tumben. Move aside, sir!" Khadijah tried to remove her husband's head from her shoulder but was unsuccessful. "Honored Mr Khoirul, can you please step aside?"

"Kiss first."

Khoirul raised the right side of his face, "This part."

"No. I'll have lipstick."

"Remove your lipstick first, then brush it again" Khoirul's pinta.

"Cannot. Lipstick is expensive, sir. It's a shame to waste."

"How much?" khoirul asked annoyed. The price of Khadijah's kiss sounds cheaper than the price of the lipstick.

"One hundred and fifty thousand" said Khadijah.

"I bought five" said Khoirul. He asked Khadijah to open his wallet lying on the dresser, "take any card as you please."

"Black card can?" Khadijah's eyes sparkled when he saw a row of cards that he estimated had zero contents that were not small.

"Can. Unlimited all that."

"Ashik," cheered Khadijah. He took a card that sparkled in his opinion. But then he put the thing back, "not so, sir. Thanks for the offer."

"Why?"

"I am not married to my father because I want his wealth. I can find it myself later."

Khoirul took his card back and inserted it in Khadijah's palm, "This is for your monthly money the same as your spending money for a month. Later if you need to shop for other purposes, just use it. My college tuition fee has been paid off. Just waiting for you to finish the thesis."

Khadijah felt himself flying because of Khoirul's words. Why Khoirul's attitude is inversely proportional to what they went through from the beginning. If only everything had gone well first, maybe he wouldn't have been so stupid as to refuse an arranged marriage.

"Why is my father good to me?"

"Kok good anyway? Not good, Colored. Be accountable. You're my wife. I should have behaved like this. Aren't you happy to be noticed by your husband?" ask Khoirul back.

Khadijah shook his head in doubt, "Come, sir."

"Let everything flow as it is. I'm sure your heart will also be on me."

"Mothers of the psychic can only know the future."

"If it's your business, I'll know. It's still raining, by the way. What if we..,"

"No, Sir. I've been grooming neatly. I don't want to lie in bed anymore. It also still hurts, uh, Mr. Khoirul, geez," Khadijah chanted. His refusal seems to be in vain.

Let the rain bear witness to how the two men forge love with all their might. Who knows, God gives additional love ammunition so that the woman no longer feels awkward to say unfortunately.

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Behind the tables behind Khoirul, there were neighboring whispers. They saw an elephant plaster on Khoirul's arm. The usually serious learning event suddenly turned grim because of plaster as bright as the sun.

Khoirul turned his body, staring intently at the row of tables filled with students. "Is there anything you want to ask? My lesson is a quarter walk away yet but you guys are busy gossiping."

One of the students dared to raise his hand. "Can I ask you a question, sir?"

"What's wrong?"

"Dad like elephants?"

Khoirul's forehead wrinkled, "No."

"The plaster box is a picture of an elephant, sir?"

Khoirul looked at the plaster on his arm. He thought Khadija was sticking plaster that was normal for other people to use, but it turned out that the motive was a bit different. In his heart he clucked.

Watch out for you, Khadijah, his mind is furious.

"If you have enough time to comment on my plaster, I will give you additional tasks to collect next week."

"Huuu," everyone cheered.

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Return from campus ...

"Here you! I give the punishment for having abused me" Khoirul told Khadijah. The woman immediately ran away to hear the threat of Khoirul.

Mampus me, Inner Khadijah.

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