BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 26 - Whatever You Want to Do

Khadija pulled Khoirul away from there. It could be bad if Richard heard their talk. The woman stopped in the living room, staring lazily at her husband, "What father did he do? Play push-over. The boy's son."

"He has disturbed my comfort" fierce Khoirul.

"Mr don't be like a child. After Richard's brother I give him a drink, I'll ask him to leave. So you don't throw it out" explained Khadijah.

Khoirul did not accept. Khadijah's sister's call was too sweet for a Richard. She whose husband is still called father. What kind of a name is that?

"Call me Mas first" forced Khoirul.

"Huh? At this point, you still want to make a call?"

"Why? For me this is an important moment" Khoirul said, not to lose.

"Pak Khoirul is the most insistent in the world, can you please do not discuss this problem first? I want to make a drink" Khadijah said. He was about to twist his body one hundred and eighty degrees but his wrist was blocked, "what's the matter, sir?"

"Is it hard to call me by a better name? What makes us look closer? Why do you always disappoint me? Everyone close to you thinks you are a warm person and can socialize well. But what's with me you are? Never mind. I'm weary. Just do what you want. You want to be alone as long as anything is up to you" Khoirul broke up.

Khoirul walked away. He was really tired of playing house-housing with Khadija. While the woman walked in the other direction, opened the cooling cupboard and poured orange juice.

"Why is it suddenly so bad? But usually also if nagging never angry. Strange,* grumble Khadijah.

"That's because Master likes you, Madam. The master was also jealous to see Madam close to another man," interrupted Bik Sani who suddenly appeared from behind.

Khadija stroked her chest in surprise, "Good shit, Bik."

Bik Sani smiled her shy smile, "Let's see Madam muttering to herself. I'm afraid that Madam is missing. I made the madam."

"No need, Bik. It's done this. I'm going outside first, right?"

Bik Sani nodded.

Khadijah muttered to himself, "Is it true that Mr. Khoirul is jealous? His name is also a husband. Ah, nevermind. I'll think about it again." He greeted Richard, then gave him his drink.

After thirty minutes, Khadijah managed to drive Richard away. He then climbed into his room hoping there was still food on the balcony. But Khoirul had already cleaned up their cutlery.

"But he has not eaten" muttered Khadijah while stroking his stomach.

Khadija looked around. No sightings of Khoirul anywhere. "Where are you?"

The woman saw the door leading to Khoirul's desk. Maybe her husband was there. He opened the door, ascertaining what his guess was.

The room was dark, relying only on the light from outside the window that was not too bright. Khadijah saw her husband sitting behind her, right on the other side of the half-open window.

"Sir," call Khadijah. He walked closer.

Khoirul was silent. His breathing sounded frustrated. I don't know why Khadija felt guilty.

"Sir," call Khadijah again. She's standing behind her husband, "father if you're having a funny snack."

"Who's craving?"

"Tuh, his voice was so strange. I'm sorry, sir," said khadijah.

Khoirul never once glanced at him. What was that man thinking? The view out there is not too good to see. There were only leaves swaying in the wind and the noise of birds in the tree branches.

"So, are you quiet, anyway? I'm a lot wrong, aren't I?" kadhijah again.

"Whatever you think" muttered Khoirul.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Sleep first. I still want to be here," gently push Khoirul away.

Khadijah's heart was shocked to hear it. It is not usual for Khoirul to behave like that. He remained silent on the spot, not wanting to leave Khoirul. What should Khadijah do? Giving a kiss to forgive? But his mistake was not too heavy either.

Khadijah only told Richard the address of Khoirul's house, but not intentionally. Khoirul should not dramatize the situation. How is Khadijah in a difficult position.

"I still want to be here" Khadijah said. He glanced at the man sitting in front of him, "why are you sulking? Just because I told Richard this address, doesn't mean you can get mad at me. I also didn't know that suddenly Richard's brother came."

Khoirul.

"Or because of the call you were referring to? I have a defense, sir. I used to call the father so on campus, if suddenly I call the father with another call, then what kind of slip on campus? You must be ashamed to be caught married" explained Khadijah.

Khoirul reacted, he tilted his head, "Who said I was embarrassed? From the beginning I never suggested our backstreet relationship. I have never been ashamed to marry you. I am grateful to have you as my wife."

"Nothing is strange. You're the one who thinks that."

"If you're mistaken for a non-how?" elak Khadijah was still not satisfied with Khoirul's answer.

"That's my business not yours" Khoirul said.

"Not knowing, sir. I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Sleep!"

"I don't want to sleep yet, sir. Why do you keep telling me to sleep?" sentak Khadija's. He likes to sleep when.

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. Whatever you want to do," said Khoirul who then stood up. He just passed Khadija.

Khadija clenched his fingers. Feeling ignored made Khadijah upset. He shouted, "STOP OVER THERE, MR. KHOIRUL!"

Khoirul did not stop, the man kept walking.

"I SAID STOP, SIR. LISTEN TO IT?" shouted Khadijah growled. Seeing her husband still walking, Khadijah ran towards her, then pulled the back of her husband's shirt. "Daddy, how can you be like me?"

"How did? Don't you like being organized?"

"I don't like to be regulated, but I don't like to be ignored either, sir. Why don't you understand too?" gerutu Khadija's. His mood became bad. His eyes heated up and suddenly let out dew. Within seconds, his tears came out. She was crying in silence.

Khoirul could sense that something was wrong with his wife. He turned his body. He faintly heard a soft sobbing from his wife's lips. Instantly his heart was broken. He could not let his anger hurt his wife.

Slowly the swipe was directed at Khadijah's face, "I'm sorry."

"bad father. You are angry at me. I didn't know there were guests all of a sudden. I also did not speak for a long time, just as necessary" isak Khadijah.

"Yes. I knew. Sorry yes."

"Sincerely apologize, sir," forced Khadijah.

"Yes, my beautiful wife. I'm sorry if I snagged. Already crying. Later his face became swollen so ugly," said Khoirul.

Khadijah hit her husband's chest softly, "Father, yes, still mocking me. I am ugly. Wh why? Don't like?"

"No dong. Who said you were ugly. You are sweet. Yeah, don't cry anymore." Khoirul tried to be patient in the face of Khadijah's changing attitude. He stroked Khadijah's hair, "already dong. Duh, get tighter."

I don't know what feelings surround Khadija now. What was clear was that the woman suddenly hugged her husband, leaning her head against the chest of Khoirul's field. Slowly her tears disappeared somewhere.

Khoirul returned the hug tightly, "Udah yet?"

"What, Sir?"

"Snake."

Khadijah nodded, "Udah, sir."

"No hunger?"

Khadijah nodded again, "Hunger, sir."

"Where to eat?"

"In the cafe! I want a steak."

Khoirul unravels their embrace, "OK. Get ready to go there!"

"Yes." Yeah." Khadija stepped away, but then she came back again with a kiss on her husband's lips. After she was released, the woman gave a smile, "thank you, Mas."

Escape ah, Inner Khadijah.

Only Khoirul who smiles himself sees his wife's behavior.

Finally he understood too, Khoirul's inner.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, BABY?"

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