BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 7 - STOP!

The next day ...

"There is a possibility that the telephone lecturer at night just to ask you to play with anyone?" raisa asked as soon as she saw Khadijah's nose in class.

Khadijah took out a rectangular object folded on the table. Half-conscious she listened to Raisa's question. He sleeps on the couch all night and doesn't usually have his head dizzy. Maybe the effects of not eating and also upset that accumulate in the head.

Then this morning, suddenly his stomach hurt. He could barely get out of bed. After a long time of conditioning her body, the woman finally woke up and walked to the bathroom.

Khadijah's heart did not want to take a bath but saw something that poured a few drops of red, making him have to clean himself. He forgot that today his monthly guests were coming.

Khadijah habits when it comes to women's things, his mood will definitely fall apart throughout the day. He can even nag everyone.

Luckily, he was not late to get up and go to college on time. There is still energy left to listen to the parents speak.

"No. He's crazy, isn't he? Does she like you?" kadhijah answered without taste. He saw that no one had entered yet, so the woman decided to drown her head on the table.

Her eyes closed for a moment, just a split second as Raisa again flocked her with another question.

"Ngaco you, Colored! Where does the teacher like the students?"

"Emang ngaco's. A one-to-a-million-trillion ratio, right?" sahut Khadijah with a raucous voice. His consciousness is as thin as a tissue.

"Not so either. There is the same case. There are many novels, right? Uh, there's also in the real world."

"Suell up."

Raisa was about to ask a follow-up question but the middle-aged man had already appeared in the doorway. Reflex he rubbed Khadijah's arm to wake up.

Khadijah sighed faintly. He really couldn't concentrate today.

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"I'm going home first, right? You want to go home together?" ask Raisa. He was busy putting his things in because today's course was only one schedule. Actually he did not have the heart to leave Khadijah alone but he had another promise.

"Go home, Sa. I'll be home soon" said Khadijah. His body was half conscious. He could not get out of his seat.

"Relatedly? You don't want me to buy medicine for the moon?"

"Hm, don't be. It's healing soon."

"Bye, Colored. Call me when you get home" said Raisa. He still had time to kiss Khadijah's cheek before leaving class.

Khadija was busy holding her stomach. She's the kind of woman who can faint when it comes to the moon. The pain even exceeds his current headache.

Hopefully the room he is wearing now, is not used anymore considering he can not wake up.

Thirty minutes later, Khadijah tried to raise his head. He saw the room was empty. He wanted to go home but needed to walk up to the parking lot. Driver Khoirul is waiting there.

The woman had already risen, but her movements had stopped. Her head turned back and found a red stain appearing on her short skirt.

"Damn," he murmured.

Things to be expected but Khadija did not predict it. He rummaged through the bag but did not find the thing he was looking for. He didn't bring a jacket or anything. How did he get past the places that were usually crowded by the students?

Not likely. Khadija had to sit back and wait until nightfall. He will not ask Khoirul for help. She was still upset with her husband.

Khadijah reached into his bag and pulled out his phone. He looked at Raisa's name on the incoming call contact. For a moment he hesitated, afraid to interrupt. The best option is to contact your parents.

Khadijah did not care if later his parents asked why Khadija preferred to contact them rather than her husband who was clearly in one building with him.

"Welcome? What was? Suddenly the phone mama make the heart of mama want to be dislodged. Any issues?" ratna asked in an anxious tone.

"What if I call there's a problem first, Ma? Em, but there is a problem anyway," said Khadijah. He took a deep breath, then remained silent for quite a while. The pain he was suffering from was even more painful. He let out a heavy sigh, his eyes also watering.

"What's wrong? Coming moon?"

"Hm. Can you please come to college, Ma? Bring that same change of clothes. I'll tell you where I am."

"Where is your husband?"

Her parents could not ask much if they had been given a busy reason. Khadijah knows the nature of his mama when it comes to Khoirul.

"Wait a minute. Mama prepare first."

"Yes, Ma. Thanks."

Khadijah closed his call and drowned himself again.

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Forty minutes later ...

The door open sounded. Khadijah thought Ratna was coming because she was sending a message of her current location. The woman shrugged her palm to receive the item she requested.

But what he received was not an item but a palm sweep that welcomed his helping hand. Khadijah was convinced that the one who came was not Ratna. The woman looked up and found Fattan grinning at her.

Sontak Khadijah pulled his arm. "Why are you here?"

"I saw Raisa alone. I thought you were still on campus so I looked for you in this building. Turns right. Waiting who?" ask Fattan. The man was still standing next to Khadijah.

"Go! I'm not in the mood to talk" said Khadijah lazily.

"Why? I'll drive you home, will I?"

"Thank you but don't bother."

Fattan will not budge when it comes to Khadija. He insisted on taking the woman home. With a strong enough pull, Fattan forced Khadijah.

Khadijah was half-standing, he was afraid of being seen by Fattan. How'this? He had already pushed the man away but his strength was much smaller.

"Please, Tan, I really don't want to come with you" Khadijah said. He stared intently at Fattan, "if you were still like this, I'd scream. Let's go after people."

"Leave it. They know that I love you so I deserve attention" Elak Fattan.

"This is not attention but coercion" Khadijah murmured. The woman grimaced to feel her mad stomach. Damnit damnit!

"STOP!"

The cry brought fresh air to Khadijah. Fattan turned her head and let go of her pull on Khadija when she saw Khoirul standing in the doorway.

With firm and steady steps, Khoirul approached them. Seeing the look on Khadijah's tired face made him angry. If Fattan had known what their relationship was, Fattan would not have dared to do anything bad to Khadijah.

Khoirul's tongue is twisted. He wanted to show the good things to people but he appreciated Khadijah who wanted the secrecy of their marriage.

"Please do not impose your will on Khadijah" Khoirul said in a calmer tone.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have a need with Khadija" Khoirul said.

"That's right, Colored?" khoirul asked his wife. In his heart he cursed Fattan who was trying to lie. He saw for himself with his eyes how rough Fattan was.

Khadijah shook his head, "Lie, sir. He forced me. Please throw him out!"

"Have heard it yourself, right? I most do not like there is violence, especially still on campus. Please leave! Than anyone else saw," Khoirul explained. As a teacher he still needs to be kind.

Feeling cornered, Fattan finally came out of the place. While Khoirul wanted the supposed speech from Khadijah's mouth.

"Still sick?" ask Khoirul overtime. He pulled something out of his bag. Ice bag filled with warm water, "I help."

Khadijah was troubled to see Khoirul's attention. He's embarrassed to get caught having red stains. She was a little away from her husband.

Khoirul seemed to understand Khadijah's unrest. The man took off the jacket that he sipped on the right arm. "Wear it! I brought a change of clothes for you, but it's impossible to change here right? Let's go to the toilet first, then to my room."

"Where do you know that I need all that?"

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