BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 50 - Isn't That Kinan?

It was no coincidence behind the meeting between Miranti and Khoirul. Because Miranti deliberately moved to the city where Khoirul was from the information she got. A fellow lecturer friend met Khoirul, and the friend accidentally shared his story with Miranti. They both disagree with the marriage between the lecturer and the student on whatever basis it is. So, smile Miranti when she can move on.

Miranti was not a random person so she could easily leave her old university.

Then, Miranti held a small party to welcome his arrival. Khoirul got an invitation and was forced to join in order to maintain solidarity between lecturers.

The photo seen by Khadijah is a group photo sent to Khoirul and unfortunately Khadijah who saw it first.

"Mas, this is why is Miss Miranti here? Did you meet him again?" khadijah asked with an annoyed expression. The woman was of course angry because Miranti's face was like she was mocking him let alone him and Khoirul sitting side by side.

Ish, basic women don't know manners. It is illegal to approach a man who is not her husband let alone the husband of someone. Want to be an actor? Here face Khadijah if you want to mess around, inner Khadijah.

"Yes. I just wanted to talk but you saw the photo first" Khoirul said casually.

"You sure you want to talk, Mom? What's up for a bite?" sudang Khadija's.

"Duh, Colored, why the hell do you think only negative? What good is it to lie to you? Far away I brought you here to not accuse me of being a non-no. But you cornered me instead" replied Khoirul. The tone was low but the pressure was what made Khadija feel stuck. She's speechless. Chance for Khoirul to talk again, "I didn't know he was moving to the university I was attending. Suddenly we met and so."

That means it is the woman who is looking for trouble, Khadijah thought. He deleted the photo without Khoirul's consent and returned it to its owner.

"If he messes with you, Mas, tell me the same. I'll face him!" khadijah. His fist signaled that he was serious about what he said.

Khoirul just ruffled Khadija's hair, anxious. "Well, that's doang. What you're blaming isn't your husband, honey. But that woman. I'm also a loyal man."

"Originally not every bend is there, Mas," joked Khadijah.

"Just kid."

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"Mas, put this on" forced Khadijah. She sprayed her perfume so that other women would rethink approaching her husband.

Khoirul nodded. After all, Khadijah perfume is also no less fragrant than her perfume. Seeing his wife being super protective, it was a sign that Khadija really loved him.

"Have you?" ask Khoirul.

"Already, Mas. Please leave." Khadijah smiled at his big smile.

"Do you want something to bring?"

"Burger, Mom."

"Chacon truck?" ask Khoirul again. Whatever the composition is a lot Khadijah would like.

Khadijah nodded quickly, "Must."

"Be careful at home? Don't wander! Your monthly money is still there, right?"

"Mas, it's not like I've told you repeatedly that I rarely use money from you. All your home needs are fulfilled? So why would I spend any more money" explained Khadijah.

Between grateful or unhappy because Khadijah prefers not to use his money. Khoirul is like an irresponsible husband. "Please, Honey! Use that money to buy food or whatever you want even if you don't really need it."

Just this time there was a man who forced a woman to be wasteful. Khadija is not used to spending a lot of money. "Later, Mas. If I need anything, I'll buy it. Don't force me!"

"All right."

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Nothing special these few days, it seems boring. Khadija yawned repeatedly, his legs sloped onto the sofa but back bent again. He complained that there was no work.

"Khadija, I'm home" Khoirul shouted from the front.

Khadijah soon got up and hunted her husband. She hugged Khoirul while telling him that she was bored at home. "Yuk, take a walk, Mas."

"Stay at the hotel?"

Nudging Khadijah's head showed that he would not think twice about agreeing. "I'm ready first, okay?"

"Thirty minutes, huh?"

"Yes, Mas. Fifteen minutes so," said Khadijah spirit. He hasn't even had a shower but has a big mouth. He walked into the room, entered the bathroom and came out in ten minutes in full clothes. Then he put in two sets of clothes for himself and Khoirul. The rest is just makeup and toiletries. When Khoirul went into the room, the preparations were finished.

"Yuk, Mom!" khadijah. He's got a bag, "what do you want, Mas?"

"Bring first" Khoirul replied casually.

"Well, Mom, what was that? He said thirty minutes were over. I am waiting for you again. Duh, once you go, Mas," said Khadijah.

Khoirul approached his wife and pinched Khadijah's cheek, "Rapid again. I was just kidding. Later the bath at the hotel just run out ahem ahem."

"Mas, ish, by the way filtered dong," lamented Khadijah.

"Why? Embarrassed? I've done it many times, but you're still ashamed. Wonderful" said Khoirul. He flanked his wife's arm, "depart yuk! The same permission Bik Sani used to not be sought."

"Yes, Mum."

As soon as they asked permission, Bik Sani immediately clapped. "Welcome to make baby dede candidates. If you can just go home tomorrow, sir, Madam."

"Silence, Bik. We make a dozen if we need to" Khoirul joked.

"Bik Sani with Mas Khoirul klop when it comes to this."

Bik Sani chuckled.

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"Please, sir, this is room number two hundred and two. If there are complaints please contact our customer service," said the receptionist. The woman blatantly looked at Khoirul. Maybe Khoirul's good looks make him glare.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Khoirul carried their bags all the way to the room. In that big room, Khadija forgot that she was a wife. He remembered the first time he had given his honor to Khoirul, he looked inexperienced and nervous. Naturally because for the first time, Khadija faced off with men.

"Mas, I'm down first huh? Looking for food" Khadijah said, letting her husband wait for uncertainty.

"You're even going. I how? I'm ready, Colonized. The food will run out ahem ahem ahem let me also fresh if out of the room. Have not taken a bath your husband's tablets" grumbled Khoirul.

"Don't you take it long, Mom? Later the hunt runs out of food," said Khadijah. She took off what she was wearing and walked towards her husband.

"It won't end. If it's over I ask for another refill," Khoirul said as he gulped. The cold embrace slowly warms. Khoirul brought his wife into an unbeatable beauty.

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Thirty minutes later ...

"Mas, who is that? It seems I've seen it but I'm not sure" Khadija murmured, pointing at the person sitting in the hotel lobby.

"Isn't that Kinan? Why is he in a place like this?"

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