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Chapter 38 - They Know

"Tooch."

"Tooch."

"Tooch."

Khadijah thought there was no one in the toilet, but there was someone still in the bathroom because he could not cope with his stomach ache.

The woman in all black and white clothes widened her ears. He squinted his eyes when he heard a voice from beside his room.

Is anyone pregnant? His inner.

The woman was sure that the vomit that did not release anything was the vomit of a pregnant woman. He squinted his eyes, looking if the whitewashed wall had a hole, but he found nothing. She racked her brain so she could make a frenzied rumor on campus with the news of the sudden pregnancy.

He picked up the phone, then pointed it upwards. He first took off his sneakers and stood on the toilet. His head was not up to see but he could point it at the side chamber with his arms stretched out.

For a few minutes he stayed in his position.

The long-haired woman almost came out of the room to find out who was the owner of the voice when Khadijah came out of it. The woman reflexively opened the door with a gap of only a few centimeters so that she would not be caught, after making sure it was safe.

The woman's nyalang eyes observed Khadijah's steps from behind, then hurriedly pointed her phone at Khadijah. The familiar body posture makes her sure who the woman she suspects is pregnant is.

"Because of you" he murmured happily.

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Khadijah walked into the corridor of the building with a bad feeling. Ever since he got out of the car, he had people looking at him with unusual gazes. Even the men were looking at him cynically. What was? Usually they all greeted Khadijah with a wave of hands.

Khadijah shriveled, especially after hearing the blatant speech said with a loud volume.

"Eh, she said Khadijah was pregnant out of wedlock huh?"

"Who's the guy?"

"Oh, that Fattan might. He's close to Fattan."

Oh, my God, how is this? Why are they talking about my pregnancy? Where do they know? I haven't even shared this good news with Raisa, Inner Khadijah.

The long-haired woman Khadija knew was her junior, approaching her with great power. "Who are you pregnant? Fattan's? I thought you didn't like Fattan, but it turns out that selling expensive you is just a cover. How many months has it been?"

The scathing insinuations that almost everyone heard were heating up in Khadijah's ears. He can't squint.

"Can't talk? If we just ask Fattan how are you guys? You see, I wonder why a girl who never wants to have a boyfriend suddenly gets pregnant" exclaimed the woman, Lulu, with a snort full of ridicule.

"Yes, just ask Fattan, '" the others continued. Like people who are affected by cheap gossip, they all agree.

"Shut up! Who did you say was pregnant?" ask Khadijah. He tried to be brave because Lulu couldn't possibly succeed in providing evidence to people. "You got any evidence?"

Someone elbowed Lulu, "Lu, is there any evidence?"

"No," Lulu's alibi interspersed with another dissatisfied voice. The woman wore a faint smile, "but I can offer undeniable proof."

Lulu took out a pregnancy test kit that she bought from the pharmacy, she had planned from the beginning to make Khadija confess. "We're asking him to take a test. This tool can't be wrong."

Khadija. Now he can't escape reality. His body began to heat up, then cooled along with the coercion of the people. Why should they interfere in the affairs of others? Khadijah did not care what their lives were.

Raisa glanced at Khadijah who seemed to ask for help.

Being colonized certainly does not want people to know who the father of the child he contains, the inner Raisa.

"Huu," cried the people. Those seemingly sinless looks cheered Raisa.

"We're just asking for evidence. If indeed she is not pregnant, dare dong should be tested," interrupted Lulu.

"Yes, right."

"Fear it out."

"Lulu, if you do not like the same colonized do not herd opinions dong. I also know that you hate being Colored for being rejected by Fattan, right?" sindir Raisa's.

Lulu doesn't bother with the innuendo. He does love Fattan but has nothing to do with it. He took a cell phone, then sent an amateur video without editing to all the groups on campus. Not only people are asking for answers from Khadijah, but everyone in some majors.

Khadijah and Raisa were no exception. Raisa opens the message and sees Khadijah in the video. She held onto Khadijah's wrist, feeling pity because she had to sacrifice the secrecy of her marriage.

Khadijah took a deep breath and walked away without saying anything. She was determined not to talk to everyone or acknowledge her pregnancy even though the video explained everything. Her hair was broken because she was trying to get what was urgent from inside her stomach as well as her clothes, already confirming that it was her.

Raisa goes after Khadijah, asking the woman to stop. Khadija is deaf. He walked quickly to the parking lot and searched for his car. In the midst of his confusion and confusion, the four-wheeled vehicle could not be seen by his eyes.

Khadija. He crouched down in the middle of the road while closing his eyes. He cried in silence until finally the driver Khoirul saw Khadijah and brought his master into the car.

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Khoirul shifted the chair he was sitting in earlier when Miranti came to him. The room that is special for seminar or lecturer meetings is only Khoirul there. There were brief meetings on campus children's issues and only a few were asked to come, including Khoirul.

"Have you heard?" ask Miranti. Seen from his face he was reporting important news.

"Sound what?"

"Gossip about getting dumped. Em, that's not gossip because there's hard evidence. Let's see first" asked Miranti. He showed me a video from his cell phone. Then she said, "Mijah was caught pregnant. I really didn't expect that bratty kid to get pregnant out of wedlock. You know how insolent he was when I waited for you in the infirmary? He really has no ethics."

Khoirul looked at Miranti sharply. He didn't like Khadija to be so vilified. The focus was distracted by a video that clearly featured Khadija from above and also sideways.

"Where did you get this?" sentak Khoirul did not accept.

"All college kids have their videos. There were storms in the corridor as well. When you don't hear?"

Khoirul did not leave his room earlier because his teaching schedule was only at night. He just came out to attend a meeting.

The man held back furious. Khadijah could do nothing. Why won't his wife call him? Should Khoirul know from others?

Without further ado Khoirul cuts off Miranti's words and she leaves from there. He did not care about the bag he left in the room, he wanted to see his wife. The condition is unstable if plus this problem, it can get worse. The pace is getting faster until it looks like running.

He pressed Khadijah's phone number, but there was no answer. Khoirul then contacted his personal driver.

"The lady is with me, sir. We're on our way home."

Khoirul stopped running. He rubbed his face haphazardly. In his heart he will make calculations on the man who makes his wife sad.

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