BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 3 - I Guess You're Not Self-Aware

First night?

Khadijah was embarrassed to hear it. He was too nervous when usually he could go against the words of his lecturer. While releasing himself and making an indistinct murmur, Khadijah went into the bathroom. But he came out again for a while.

Khoirul was still silent in his place earlier with his fingers clasping the phone, "Your clothes are in the right closet."

"Where do you know I'm looking for clothes?"

"Yes because you came out again. I don't need all day to find out."

"Em, all right," murmured Khadijah. What's called a genius must know a lot more than him. The woman walked towards the cupboard that was probably nearly five meters long. He opened the far right and found his clothes neatly arranged. His whim opened the door next to him and it still belonged to him. He opened his mouth, speechless. Her underwear was clearly visible. Hopefully Khoirul has no intention of glancing at this secret place.

Khadijah took the underwear and home clothes that were a bit closed, then switched to the bathroom. He put his clothes in his place. He was trying to be relaxed but after he was only in the room, he became a different person.

Khadija stared at her simple makeup. He breathed slowly. Today is the longest day in his life history. A sudden marriage, an unexpected future husband and living in the house of the man who became her husband. Either he should be grateful or sorry.

Seeing the face of his parents who are calm, do not mind making himself happy too. The things he did could definitely make them peaceful in life. Khadijah will also try to be a dutiful princess.

"Spirit, Colored," murmured Khadijah. She finally completed the removal of her makeup and put on more decent clothes. When he came out of the bathroom, Khoirul was not there. Where's that guy?

Curious Khadijah look around the place. There was a door that ran across the bathroom door. He thought it was a storage place it wasn't. The sound of the door opening sounded loud. Khadijah was surprised to see Khoirul was struggling on his laptop.

The man's shirt has been replaced with a loose t-shirt that looks shabby. Is he really Khoirul? Lecturer D minus it where possible to wear clothes as is. On campus, Khoirul is notoriously neat.

"What's wrong?" ask Khoirul.

Khadijah's reflexes held his chest in surprise at the call, "Eng, eng, no, sir. Excuse me."

"Hem. Close the door." The sentence of the command sounded haughty and there were no glare of eyes following Khadijah's steps. The woman closed the door and was glued. What's he supposed to do? Just silence? Or is he waiting for Khoirul to sleep? But isn't he expecting them to sleep together? Oh, my God, that's so complicated.

Khadijah decided to sit on the sofa bed behind the window. There was a sofa backrest that he used to support his back.

I don't know what he was thinking until he didn't remember he was asleep. He had only woken up after hearing a subtle snoring sound from beside him. Wh who?

The woman opened her eyes forcefully and turned her head. Honestly he was surprised to see a strange figure in his eyes. He remembered sitting on the sofa. What time is it now?

Half twelve, muttered Khadijah.

His heart rumbled to see the good looks on Khoirul's face up close. He did not expect that the man could be that cement. Where the hell is he? For several years he was busy cursing his lecturer without knowing what he was dealing with.

What should Khadijah do? Khoirul's attitude is not welcome to him. If only she could figure out why Khoirul should be her future husband, maybe she could take a stand.

Khadijah looked towards the ceiling of the room. Suddenly his throat was dry. He shuffled from there, then got out of bed. The woman went down to the first floor, looking for a kitchen she had not seen before.

He slowly set foot on the brownish marble floor. On the left side, there is a dining table set directly adjacent to the kitchen set.

Khadijah turned to the refrigerator, looking for water and poured it into a glass glass on the table. Some gulps have run out. The woman doesn't know how to. In such a big house he could not think clearly.

Not yet finished Khadijah thought, the sound of someone coughing surprised him. The woman almost dropped her glass if only the man in front of her did not bend the body and hold the glass object.

"Be careful" Khoirul said.

"I-I'm sorry, sir."

Khadijah felt bad because she was always caught off guard by her husband.

"Please get it for me too!" pinta Khoirul held out the glass in her hand. Khadijah intended to take another glass but Khoirul interrupted, "wear this alone."

"It's okay. Why why anyway? You have a contagious disease?"

Khadijah shook his head, "Of course not. Do I like the food outside?"

"You never buy meatballs? Fried chicken on the side of the road?" khoirul asked in a joking tone.

"Remember dong, sir."

"Lha keep on why did you say you never snacked outside?"

What the hell does this mean? What kind of a man is this? Wonder me, inner Khadijah growled.

"Just give it up." Khadija poured the glass back with water, then thrust it at Khoirul.

Khadijah speechless when he saw Khoirul swallow his white water without disgust or anything like that. The woman was half dead. There is no way a Khoirul can drink in his old glass. Moreover, they were not people who knew each other from the very beginning. It's strange!

"Why see me so?" ask Khoirul.

"It's okay, sir. I'll go to the room first."

"Wait on! Want to talk to you for a second?"

Good opportunity, Inner Khadijah. He could ask about their strange relationship.

"Can, Sir. Where's?"

"On the dining table."

Khoirul preceded Khadijah to withdraw a seat not far from his position. Khadijah followed. A few seconds they were silent, then Khoirul started the conversation.

"Include me Khoirul, even though you already know who I am. I am thirty-two years old" Khoirul said.

Huh huh? Thirty-two years? Why is his face that old? Batin Khadijah's.

"My face looks old. It's no secret" Khoirul said.

Duh, misspoke, inner Khadijah again.

"I don't think you're self-conscious."

"Okay, next point. I'm two brothers, have a sister just like you were in college but the difference is she's almost graduated. His IQ is above average and soon to be listed S2 in London."

"Em, it seems like my father's sister's problem does not need to know that much detail" Khadijah said. Just like Khoirul mocking himself who has not graduated also at the age of twenty-five years.

Khoirul chuckled, barely visible to the eyes, "Who knows you are curious. Point three, I'm interested in getting married and it just so happens that my family and you have connections that you don't know about. For more details, I will explain sometime. Let's just go to sleep!"

"Sleep? May I have another room, sir?" ask Khadijah.

"Why? Are you afraid I'm hearing your snoring?"

Fucking lecturer! Batin Khadijah's.

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