BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 40 - Your Husband The Best, Colored

"If anyone dares to gossip about Khadijah again, I will not remain silent. Khadija is pregnant, but pregnant with my son."

Did they hear wrong? Nah! Khoirul won't lie just to protect his students. The man was completely convinced by the words he was making.

The students looked at each other. They never thought if Khadijah who always wears open clothes was the wife of his own lecturer.

Khoirul is not at all dizzy with the accusations of people. He went from there, fulfilling his usual duties and paying attention to hearing.

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That undue confession was also heard to Miranti's ears. The woman came to Khoirul to question him.

"What lies are you making? Married to Khadija? Don't joke, Khoirul! Everyone is consumed by the gossip even the lecturers also judge you very badly as a result of your own words. You better tell them again that you are not Khadijah's husband. You are distant brothers" said Miranti.

Khoirul looked up, lazy, "Who's a brother? Khadija. The only legitimate wife I have. We were married for almost two months. Why are you fussing over our problems. What are your rights exactly?"

The innuendo that was clearly making the ears heat up, made Miranti not accept. "Cannot. Not likely. No kidding!" Her dead red face showed her emotions had gone up. Miranti could not accept that Khoirul and Khadijah were married. He who wants to approach Khoirul is not a woman who has not yet clearly graduated.

Brakk!

Khoirul's crack on the surface of the table sounds creepy. His gaze was no longer as sharp as a knife but as sharp as a sword. "Go! I don't want emotions."

"No. I don't accept it" said Miranti.

"As far as you."

"Khoirul!"

Khoirul got up and walked away. He refused to talk about the impossibility Miranti wanted.

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The corridors are crowded. Not because of student quarrels but because of rampant gossip. Khoirul heard the hum of his name along the way. Even those who were afraid of him, now dared to look at him.

Fuck those! I don't eat them either. It is better to protect my wife than she must suffer alone, Khoirul said.

While Khoirul was at ease, he remained vigilant. If until he was fired just because of this matter, he would create an inevitable alibi again.

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"Welcome, terrible!" Raisa's voice sounded anxious. He didn't even use the opening greeting at all.

Khadijah's body is heating up. He felt he would get some more bad news this time. Laid

"What's wrong?"

"Your husband made a confession."

Basic Pak Khoirul. I told you not to talk, Khadijah complained in his heart.

Hearing that Khadija was silent, Raisa continued, "Pak Khoirul said that you are married and you are pregnant with her child. Crazy one! I really didn't think it out. Your husband's the best, colonized. There is no opponent."

"Can you praise him?"

"Him? Hey, that's your husband. That's polite," Raisa protested.

"You look like Mr. Khoirul when you say that."

"really? Should I be his soul mate, right?"

"Just boy. The one you spoke to was his wife. Dare to be right you are so," Khadijah said.

"Yee, just get angry. Yes huh? I'm going to the cafeteria first, fill my stomach."

"Yes." Yeah."

Khadijah scowled wryly. She thought her husband would do something. Either she should be grateful or regret having accepted Khoirul as her husband.

The woman stroked her stomach which suddenly churned out. He stepped into the bathroom and vomited his stomach. It took a lot longer for Khadijah to finish. He then walked back to his room.

An hour later ...

Khadijah pressed his ego not to nag Khoirul. He behaved naturally as if he knew nothing, thinking that Khoirul would tell him everything. But the man refused to be honest. That's what made Khadijah speak up.

"Don't you have any intention of talking to me?" ask Khadijah.

"Speak what? Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Twenty tomorrow, schedule your control to the hospital. I've been looking for the best gynecologist for you" Khoirul explained. He rubbed his hair with a dry towel, then sat down near Khadija.

That's not what I want to hear, Mr. Khoirul, Khadijah's mind is upset.

"Other than that?"

"What else? I forgot something?" ask Khoirul.

"On campus or something like that maybe. You don't have the initiative to tell a story?"

Khoirul was not surprised when Khadijah learned of his actions earlier. He assented. "There was. I'm sure you must be mad at me."

"Why did you do it then?"

"Because I want you to be free from that slanted gossip. After all, we are legally married in the eyes of law and religion. Then why should I be ashamed? If necessary, the people who made you this way, I will report it to the police. If they're still spreading other rumors, don't worry. I'm on your side" Khoirul said steadily.

What is this feeling? I was so excited to see my husband defending me. Oh, God who is always fair to His servant, I thank You for giving me a good man. Thank you, Khadijah's mind is filled.

"Thank you, sir," said Khadijah. She looked at her husband. Isn't this the right time? "I love my father. I love you Mas Khoirul's. Thank you for giving your best to our marriage."

Khoirul is like a fool who only keeps silent when his wife expresses her love. The long-awaited sentence finally came out.

"Mass?" call Khadijah slowly. Waving his palms in the air, "dreaming cackle?"

"I ... speechless, Colored."

Khadijah smiled, "It should be so."

The warm embrace was intertwined along with the sound of the wind breaking through the gaps of the leaves. Not long after, there was a speck of rain that would flutter according to the earth.

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The morning ...

"No nausea?" khoirul asked as he opened his eyes.

Khadijah who was still half-conscious shook his head, "It doesn't look like it, sir. But I need something."

"What do you need?"

"I want chicken porridge but that's what Miss Henny is selling, sir."

"Mom Henny?" ask Khoirul. The name seems familiar. "Sellers in the campus cafeteria?"

Khadijah nodded, "Hm, sir. Can you not buy that?"

"But it's not open at this hour yet, Sejah. It's still five o'clock" Khoirul said.

"I don't want to know, sir. I want that chicken porridge. If different sellers I would immediately know," Khadijah murmured.

Khoirul thought for a moment. If the problem of cravings will definitely not be postponed. He must get what Khadijah wants or his wife will sulk.

"alright. I'll buy it. Wait a minute" Khoirul said.

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"Sir Khoirul? Loh, what's the need to come here early in the morning?" henny asked with a frown upon seeing the arrival of the unexpected guest.

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