BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 58 - Yuk, We're Progam Again, Honey

Khoirul approached Khadijah, hugging his wife as a sign that they had no problems whatsoever. Khadijah desperately hid his confusion. How does her husband know where she lives?

"Thank you for taking my wife but next time there is no need to do it because I can pick her up" Khoirul said.

"Em, sorry, sir. We met by accident because our office was the same, you should know that. I also enjoyed taking Khadijah. Then excuse me, sir. Nice to see you again" said Richard at length. He's covering away.

Khadija. He did not expect Khoirul to find himself. Does she need to hug her husband? It was like being nostalgic because three days did not meet. But Khadijah had no intention of doing so.

While Khoirul hunted Khadijah with a warm embrace that he missed so much. Sometimes all the problems bring them closer together. If only he had not met the woman who belonged to Khadijah, he might not have met his wife.

Khoirul has circled the road many times and makes the hostess wonder what Khoirul wants until the man is busy looking at the hostel. At first he thought Khoirul was a bad person who intended to target his boarding child but after Khoirul gave proof of the wedding photo that became the wallpaper of his phone, finally the hostess gave a clue.

"Why did you only take three million? Is it enough to eat three days?" khoirul whiskey. He only joked that Khadijah was not immersed in his own thoughts. He understood why Khadijah did not want to speak so he took over first.

Khoirul saw a boarding yard that is not too big but quite comfortable to be used as a place to tea in the afternoon. Fortunately Khadijah chose a female-only boarding house, so there was no way anyone would dare to enter unless he was already married to her.

I don't know what the monthly price is, which Khoirul clearly feels three million is not enough.

"You can withdraw all the money that's there to stay in the hotel, Sejah. Are you comfortable here?" ask Khoirul again.

Khadijah sighed nervously, not usually he was like this. "Dear the money, Mom."

Khoirul unraveled his embrace, "Then, we go back home huh? We will have a small party to welcome your return. You can take whatever money is on that card."

"But, Mom, I don't want to party. I left also because I ran away from home, instead of being kidnapped" Khadijah murmured. The mood is back.

"You run away or you don't, it should still be celebrated. Barbeque party huh?"

"But, Mas, for the time being I want to stay here alone" Khadijah refused.

"Mama, papa and Kinan are home today. So at home there is only Bik Sani. Bik Sani is anxiously looking for you, Sejah. As if you don't want to party for yourself, let Bik Sani enjoy it."

Khadijah feels he has other parents in this foreign city. Moreover Bik Sani sincerely helped all his needs. It is okay to have a banquet for the most meritorious people at home. Khadijah finally agreed.

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"Mrs, where have you been? I'm afraid Madam why-why because three days did not appear. Well, Madam, look at the disheveled face of the Madam like this. And thinner too. Must be eating irregularly, right? Later Bibik masakin special for Madam," said Bik Sani with teary eyes. He hugged Khadijah without hesitation, rubbing the back of the woman who had been part of his life. He almost cried when he looked into Khadijah's dark eyes. "What a pity, Madam. Are you afraid to be out there alone? But don't blame you, sir? Sir also did not sleep these few days for looking for Madam. Your face is as tangled as Madam's."

"Are you older, Bik?" kanda Khadijah's.

Bik Sani nodded in embarrassment, "Right."

"This time I have been ridiculed right in front of my face" Khoirul said. He clucked with contrition.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm just talking reality."

"From the Bibik denouncing me again, it is better for the aunt to prepare the ingredients for the barbeque feast. Later that night we have a party of three" said Khoirul.

"Ready-done!"

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Once the food is ready, Khadijah is allowed to prepare a drink. Bik Sani wanted to get out of there but Khadija insisted that their housekeeper sit among them.

"But, Madam," Bik Sani refused to hesitate.

"Come, Bik. We're family, right?"

"Yes, Madam, but..,"

Khadijah pulled Bik Sani's arm impatiently. He also prepared a plate for the woman without hesitation. Unlike Bik Sani who refused to be served.

The three people enjoyed a simple party until late at night. The discussion that becomes a debate is just a simple discussion. Until Khadija yawned and the party was over.

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A casual conversation between a husband and wife on the bed leads to frustration of the husband because the wife does not want to give up.

"Why do you have to work there? There are still many other places that will accept you" Khoirul said. She just found out the story of why Khadijah can be accepted to work as an office girl in a property company.

"It's a lot of options, Mas, but I need a job right away. I also didn't know Richard was there. The world is too narrow for both of us, not my mind too narrow" Khadijah explained. He fiddled with his phone which had been changed back to his original number.

"Oh, you already know that you two are one job but why don't you resign?"

"Well, if I resign, I'll look bad, Mom. Why are we in an office? Our profession is different. I'm an office girl, Richard's brother manager. Isn't it one thousand reasons for us to meet each other on purpose?"

Khoirul snorted bitterly. Why can't Khadijah follow his will without much debate? "Suell up."

"Well, what's up, Mom?"

"How are you? I give up, you are confused. I argue you're getting tougher. Duh, Khadija, I'm dizzy. So how do you want it now? Stay working or resign?"

"If you keep working, what can you do?"

"Can. The origin of your lecture is finished and you do not flirt with other men let alone delivered home. Unless it is urgent, it can only be delivered" explained Khoirul.

Khadijah scowled, "Just a lecture has not been, Mas. How do you want to finish college?"

"I don't care. The important thing is you have to graduate first."

"But, Mas," urged Khadijah while putting on a clear look. "If I stay home, I can get stressed. Let me work, will you? At least I can be free from bad thoughts, besides that I can also be a dutiful wife because I can handle your needs while tired of working. Yes yes yes?"

"Oh, so you want to be proud of yourself?" khoirul Goda.

"So it's okay, Mom." Khadijah shines a horse. Khoirul's turn ruffled Khadijah's hair until the woman roared in annoyance.

"Yeah, we're playing again, honey. Like yesterday's nights we haven't done anything yet" teased Khoirul while blinking warmly.

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