BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 42 - The Tragedy of Lumer Lipstick

"Can you go to college, right?" ask Khadijah repeatedly. All day she kept teasing her husband who was busy with his work.

Khoirul got tired of hearing the same question dozens of times. He did not give certainty to Khadija because it was considered not the time to enter. But it looks like Khadija can't be banned anymore.

"Ask the doctor first. If the doctor allows, you can go to college" said Khoirul finally.

"But it's not fair that it's called, Mom. If the doctor says no?"

"Yes wait until you say yes. Beres right?" khoirul said lightly.

"No idea. I'm angry at you."

"Just be angry. Later you will also look for me," said Khoirul with a joke.

Khadija went to shake Khoirul's heart. But until nightfall, the man did not look for her. Is it no longer dear? Why not ask if Khadijah has eaten or not?

Khadijah clearly ignited his frustration. She came to her husband and demanded attention. "Sir Khoirul what the hell is this? His wife was sulking instead of being seduced even more indifferent. Later if I leave, you're the loser."

Khadijah if you are angry does not care about his call. Want 'Sir' or 'Mas' also no problem.

"No. You can't go. If I leave, I can find you" Khoirul said. He shut down his laptop, "here! Sit here!"

The clap on Khoirul's lap shook Khadijah's heart. Khadija said she put her ass in her husband's lap. Then the hug felt so comfortable.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Khoirul.

"Fried rice but don't use garlic."

"If you don't use garlic, what do you use dong? Eatable? How's it feel?" khoirul asked confused. Every dish needs all kinds of onions. How does he order the seller this way?

"Pak Khoirul who said his IQ was above average, yes use the same chili onion plus salt and micin," explained Khadijah.

"If the chives want?"

"May but one piece, sir."

"OKAY. Wait here!" Khoirul dropped Khadijah off and went to the kitchen. But Khadija restrained his movement. "Why?"

"Where are you going?"

"Needs."

"Can?"

"Duh, you insulted me. Every time you need something weird, like last night, who's cooking? Me! Not Bik Sani" Khoirul said. He boasted of his cooking skills. Seeing his wife squinting his eyes, he continued, "have you ever seen a Korean drama? All smart men who can find their own money can definitely cook. There is no word can't."

"Yeah, sir, if only fried rice is easy. Try the rica-rica chicken? Can't you?" challenge Khadijah.

"Well, you insulted me. Tomorrow I'm making you a chicken rica-rica."

Khadijah nodded with tapered lips a sign of disbelief.

Khoirul went down to make fried rice with the help of Bik Sani, then climbed back into the room. He gave the food to his wife. Unfortunately for only three bribes, Khadija refused the food again.

"Drink milk, huh?" tawar Khoirul's.

Khadijah shook his head, "Is it okay, sir?"

"You what? Orange ice?"

"Yes, but lime is not that fruit. Which is rather asem," pinta Khadijah. His saliva had already revolted unbecoming.

"Bik Sani has stock like him. Just a minute."

But ...

Not everyone thinks so. When Khadijah entered the campus again, he was presented with Lulu's words that pierced his heart.

Lulu deliberately prevented him from entering the classroom. From the looks of it it was already seen that he was intending to look for trouble. "Dare to enter?"

"Polite as a senior. Your courtesy was lower than I expected" Khadijah replied. He dared to fight. Otherwise, Lulu and the other Lulu-Lulu will harass her.

The debate certainly invited the crowd again. Khadijah was prepared with the risk he would accept.

"Don't use class strata here, Khadijah. I am a junior but I am free to think. If it's a matter of courtesy, you don't have to teach me. Brother himself has no plus that you can be proud of. How many years of college have you not graduated? Or maybe from the beginning you do not have the quality to enter this prestigious campus. There must be someone inside. For example .. of course a beloved husband. Isn't that so, guys?" ask Lulu to those who listen to her.

Khadijah's fist strengthened. He already thought his graduation problem would backfire on him. He grinned, "Em, so the observer too all this time? Wh why? Don't like it when I wear insiders? Shouldn't you be grateful for having a senior who is married to lecturer Sejenius Pak Khoirul?"

"It's funny. Everyone has not acknowledged the marriage of his brother and Mr. Khoirul. There's no evidence, right? It could be, Mr. Khoirul only helped brother out of pity. Is there anyone here who's heard about your wedding?"

Lulu's ruthless mouth needs to be taught a lesson. Khadija stretched out her hand, scooping Lulu's lip-polished lipstick too thick. Lulu shouted in panic, intending to rush towards the opponent but Khadija managed to dodge.

"Come, come, come!" The cheer sounded loud.

Khadijah had no intention of fighting. She took off the clutches of her hands, causing the lipstick to smear everywhere. The laughter of the crowd exploded, including Khadijah.

"How dare you touch me, I will not remain silent. Want proof? I'll show you later, I'll send everyone our wedding photos. One more thing, the matter of graduating or not is none of your business. My money, right? Unless you want to pay my tuition, you can talk a lot. Your lipstick is not waterproof. Pressed just meleyot everywhere," said Khadijah with a subtle mockery that again caused laughter.

Lulu's shy not playing. He stomped his feet and left. A myriad of retaliations he was thinking about.

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"What the hell are you, colonized?" tanya Raisa saw the behavior of Khadijah who separated the chives into another bowl. He ordered chicken dumpling noodles but forgot to tell the seller to negate the chives.

"It's the green-green one just bothers you" muttered Khadijah.

"I bought it again. Long time then," said Raisa. They were in the cafeteria and Khadija was definitely in the spotlight. Moreover, Khadijah's feud with Lulu earlier that led to the headline lipstick gossip lumer. There are just words from those people.

"No, Sa. It's done."

Raisa sat down again. He didn't order food, just sweet iced tea. "You fight with Lulu, you don't jump around."

"Where are you?"

"At home anyway."

"Eat it" said Khadijah. He put in three mouthfuls of the chicken noodles and he was lazy to finish it.

"Why?" ask Raisa.

"Udah does not want to."

Raisa was about to pull the bowl, but suddenly her husband, Khoirul, came by finishing the noodles. Rebellion alone, the student who saw Khoirul's attitude closed his mouth in shock.

"Sweet."

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One afternoon ...

"Khadija, called dean," said someone.

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