BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 28 - Because I'm Shy, Sir

Raisa nudged Khadijah's arm while whispering, "Who?"

Khadijah nodded reluctantly, "Mother Miranti?"

Miranti smiled broadly, "Yes. I thought I saw it but it turns out you were right. College here too? What's your name? Khadija right?"

"Yes, Mom."

Why the hell should I meet him? Though this great university is still able to face-to-face, inner Khadijah.

Khadijah was actually lazy to meet Miranti. Miranti is too perfectionist, Khadija is a bit inferior when she has to deal with the woman.

It's not that Khadijah doesn't respect her but that women's names must have things beyond reason that make them better off avoiding.

This time Miranti combines dark colors very well. Some parts of his body stood out and teased anyone who saw him. What if Khoirul saw Miranti with another view?

Khoirul a real man must have shudders when he sees Miranti. Not only Miranti but there are still many women out there who use their bodies to seduce men.

"Oh yeah, who is this?" ask Miranti while pointing at Raisa.

Raisa said, "I'm Raisa, Mom. Economic child."

"Same. I taught in agriculture and today I first taught. Hello, Raisa?"

Raisa gawked, Miranti is too friendly to see. He replied to Miranti's words with a pleasantry reply. Miranti asks who got married?

"Who's married, Mom? We talked about the lecturer who held a wedding at a five-star hotel. If not wrongly named Miss Tiara. Yes, business faculty lecturers," explained Khadijah.

Luckily he remembered about the food the other day that the security guard had given him when they were staying in Khoirul's room.

Miranti who doesn't know who Tiara is just saying 'oh' and left because she has morning class. But to be honest he was not satisfied with Khadijah's answer because what he heard was that they were talking about Khadijah instead of Tiara.

Raisa railed against Khadijah, from where Khadijah knew who Miranti was. As soon as she heard straight from her best friend's mouth, Raisa gawked back. "really complicated. The patient yes. I'm sure Mr. K just likes you. Hence dong, Colored, beautiful dandan. Wear a rather formal shirt, not a shorts shirt. Shirt same short skirt too. The base."

"Sir K?"

"Hm, than anyone else heard. We'll just use the signal."

Khadijah alone did not think that far. But he did. Raisa's words hit her head. Does she need to change her clothes? But he is very comfortable with his appearance now. Did he need to try on clothes like Miranti?

Just thinking about it made him shudder.

It won't! Khadijah will remain the present Khadijah.

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Another in the mouth another in the heart. Khadijah refused to follow Miranti's clothing style but instead went to the shopping mall after classes were over.

Khadija went alone for fear of being made fun of by Raisa. The library plan failed. Later if he comes home from the shopping mall.

He looks at some fancy and expensive clothing brands. Why be afraid to buy branded goods if she carries a black card belonging to her husband.

When the woman saw that the outer was not too long with a beautiful motif, she wanted to combine it with a plain t-shirt and lightweight toad pants. But he was hesitant because he had never worn a pair of toad pants.

"What's good?" muttered.

"Trend now it is, Ma'am. If you're not sure, just try it," said the friendly salesperson.

Khadijah considered whether he should try it or not. Not long after, the woman finally nodded. He chose clothes that could be combined with other clothes.

Inside the fittings room, Khadijah assessed his appearance in front of a mirror. There was something wrong with his eyesight because he looked fatter. But the color is very suitable. Again the woman had to swallow disappointment. He would not buy all the clothes he tried.

Instead she bought a dress that resembled a Korean blazer, which was only knee-length. It really looks charming. Khadijah also bought matching colored bags and some cosmetics.

The woman saw a watch display case whose model was quite unique. Without thinking, he went inside. Look at one of the collections of objects that are often used by the man seriously.

What does Mr Khoirul like? What color does he like? How do I not know anything? Is it too much to buy a watch? Duh, good heart intention but I was confused, inner Khadijah.

Dr!!!

Phone's vibrating. Khadijah averted his eyes, then received a call.

"Yes, sir" he answered.

"What meda?"

"Learn."

"Learn where are so many? You're messing around?" guess Khoirul.

Khadijah patted his forehead, he forgot he was in a place where there were so many people. "Not playing, sir. But streets. I am tired of studying. Oh, yeah, I'd like to ask. What color do you like?"

"Red," Khoirul replied quickly.

"If it's an item, what kind of collection do you like? A watch, a bag, a purse or what?"

"Hour hands."

"Cock fitting?" gumam Khadija's.

"Eh, no, sir. If the watch likes a simple model or the color is striking?"

"What color do you think I like?" ask Khoirul back.

"Maybe dark. Like the face of the father who never smiled," joked Khadijah.

"Who said?"

"I" replied Khadijah.

"Basik you. When you're done, call. I'm going to college first."

"Don't!" shout Khadijah.

"Why?"

If you go to campus, there is Miranti, Mr. Khoirul. Later you guys spread the charm only then get closer. I teach online only, Inner Khadijah.

"It's okay. Liq," elak Khadijah. He dared to voice his heart.

"No problem. I still have first class. You don't wander anywhere else!" khoirul's orders.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Call me to try?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Well so dong, Colored. I'm closing, right?"

"Close it, sir. Who forbids" grumbled Khadijah.

Click!

Khadijah spread his gaze in all directions, he finally chose a silver watch with a simple model. "Wrapped neatly huh, Ma'am?"

"Yes, Mommy."

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Khadijah came home in a taxi, and he did not tell Khoirul that he had returned. Let her husband look for her. He wants to surprise. But ...

"Now!"

Khadijah was surprised because when he entered the main door, Khoirul suddenly pushed a paper bag. "What is this, sir?"

"Gift. The anniversary of the twenty-first day of marriage" replied Khoirul.

"Times?" Khadijah had no memory of the date of their wedding. But his forehead is wrinkled, "kok celebrate on the twentieth day anyway, sir? It's usually thirty days or a year."

"Like me. Wanna naw? Or am I bringing it back?" threaten Khoirul because Khadija did not also receive his paper bag.

Khadijah hissed, "Any." He opened his paper bag. His eyes are full. A sophisticated and recently released rectangular object is visible from up there. His fingers couldn't even hold it.

"Have you?" guess Khoirul is happy.

"No, sir. Just surprised. Thank you, yeah."

Khadijah was about to cover but Khoirul held him back. The man propped his two palms into the air, like he wanted something.

"Otherwise, sir?"

"Where is this gift for me?"

Khadijah shook his head in a doldrums, "Nothing, sir."

My gift is cheaper than my father's gift. I'm ashamed to give you a watch that costs only two million. The gift of father is expensive. What do you think later? Batin Khadijah's.

Khoirul doesn't believe, "No way."

"Well, if you don't believe."

Khoirul's countenance looked disappointed, "Why are you asking me about my favorite?"

"I want to know" murmured Khadijah.

Khoirul really could not hide his disappointment. He turned around without saying anything. He had hoped for a lot.

Honestly, Khadija was sorry to see Khoirul but he was more concerned with his ego. Until finally, Khoirul, who was not satisfied with Khadijah's words, opened the contents of Khadijah's bag when the woman slept.

It's not ethical but he's very curious. Khoirul found a small paper bag with the contents of the box inside. Khoirul predicted it was a gift Khadija would give.

"Why did he say he didn't have a gift for me?" khoirul.

"Because I'm ashamed, sir. I didn't even expect you to give me a fancy gift" Khadijah said slowly.

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