BACKSTREET YUK, MR LECTURER!
Chapter 8 - Colored, Can I Ask for My Rights?

Forty minutes ago ...

Khoirul frowned looking at his flickering phone. Ratna's name came after Samsul's name contacted her earlier.

"What's up?" khoirul.

Khoirul received a call from his mother-in-law. "Yes, Ma. How are you, Mama?"

"Good mom, Khoirul. Somebody wants you to ask me."

"What's up, Ma?"

"You're on campus?"

Khoirul nodded slowly, "On campus since this morning. Mama wanna stop by?"

"Busy no?"

"No."

Khoirul was confused by Ratna's attitude. Questions that don't go straight to the point are always annoying to hear.

"Can you please come by the house for a minute? Mama's house. Em, going to your house is no problem either. Please take clothes for Khadija the same, you know the pillows that make a woman's moon? If there is nothing at home, buy it at the supermarket. Don't be weird, just normal. The size is a little long. By the way, do you understand what you're saying?" ask Ratna. From the tone of his speech it seems Khoirul has not been too understanding with his explanation.

At first Khoirul was confused but he remembered the commercials on television that he had always seen. Afterwards the man answered his mother-in-law's question.

"Understood, Ma. Normal but rather long. Then change clothes. After that, Ma?"

"Em, ice bag. Fill with warm water. Khadijah's lower back always hurts at times like this. Be careful, he fainted, Khoirul. The pain is incredible."

"Good, Ma. I'll be moving soon."

"Thank you, yes" said Ratna.

Khoirul. He kept the phone in his pocket and then took the car keys. Bringing a change of clothes is not a problem for Khoirul, but buying the necessary items Khadija has never done. He intended to ask Bik Sani to buy him but surely Khadija waited too long.

The man finally made up his mind. He walked into the not-so-big supermarket, then moved towards the women's supplies. He looked long enough to finally drop the choice on the pink-wrapped object which he thought was long and normal-shaped.

Khoirul took him to the cashier. The woman in black red clothes looked towards Khoirul with a dikulum smile.

"All thirty thousand, sir," said the cashier.

Khoirul gave fifty thousands with a smile. He was not ashamed but he was not used to it.

"Make a wife or girlfriend, sir?" ask the cashier again.

"Wife, Mother."

"Do you want a drink?"

"Can you make a pain reliever?" ask Khoirul curiously.

"Of course you can, sir. There's also medicine if you want."

Some medicine? Khoirul thought for a moment. If for drugs he prefers to buy in pharmacies. The man shook his head, "That's it, Ma'am."

"Good, Sir. I was total yes."

Khoirul.

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The clock shows at five o'clock in the afternoon. Khoirul sped up his vehicle after getting out of the pharmacy parking lot. He rushed into his room to put down his clothes and also medicine.

At first the man wanted to carry the goods he bought at the supermarket but if caught by other students, he could be considered a lecturer who had no morals. He brought his bag along and also carried his jacket.

Khoirul never ran through the halls of the university. He received the full attention of his students. The man returned their greeting slightly and slowed his pace when he saw the Khadija class.

Faintly heard the voices of men and women talking, more precisely fighting each other's arguments. Khoirul's premonition says that Khadija met the man again.

Seeing Khadijah being forced out made him angry. He ran towards them, trying to break up but in reality he could still think logically. With a little argument, Khoirul managed to expel Fattan.

"Where do you know that I need all that?" khadijah asked with a questioning look.

Khoirul linked his jacket to Khadijah's abdominal circle, "Mama Ratna. Mama can't come and tell me to deliver this to you."

"If the father who brought me can be suspected," said Khadijah.

"okay."

Khadija walked first, followed by Khoirul a few minutes later. The woman walked into her husband's room and saw a large paper bag on the table.

"You better change your clothes here. I'm going out. When it's done give a sign," said Khoirul.

"Can't, sir. It must be in the bathroom to be clean" Khadijah said.

"Em, all right," muttered Khoirul. He scratched his head, confused as to how. He just silently watched Khadijah carry the stuff out.

Khoirul felt he had to watch over his wife. He trailed Khadijah a distance of one meter behind him. The man stopped when Khadijah entered the woman's toilet.

Fifteen minutes later ...

"Mr is still here?" ask Khadijah confused. He carried the paper bag tightly, afraid to be seen by Khoirul and the smell went everywhere.

"waiting you. To my room for a minute."

"But I want to go home, sir."

"The place you went home, the same as where I came home, was colonized. So, obey!" khoirul's orders.

"All right."

Khoirul looked to the left right before entering his room. I hope no one sees them coming in together.

"Sit down!"

Khadijah sat in the guest chair but Khoirul took him to sit in his softer chair. He took out an ice bag and asked Khadija to bow.

"Put your head on the table!" pinta Khoirul's.

"okay."

Khadija is becoming more submissive today. Khoirul attached the ice bag to his lower back to touch his wife's waist. He crouched down beside the chair with his knees propping up his body.

"Where?" ask Khoirul. He wondered if what he was doing was making Khadijah better. "If it's not good, take medicine first. I bought the drug at the pharmacy the same as a painkiller drink."

"Em, just later, sir," murmured Khadijah.

Khoirul made sure Khadija was comfortable in his attention. Slowly move the ice bag hot pack in the right direction. The woman was silent, closing her eyes enjoying her touch.

When Khadijah's forehead shriveled, Khoirul rubbed it. The woman was surprised to get unexpected attention.

"Don't touch dong, sir," complained Khadijah.

"Why? I touched you earlier."

Khadijah began to think that Khoirul was right. He's looking embarrassed. His fangs instantly dulled. He can't dodge.

Seeing Khadija not struggling, making Khoirul increasingly want to tease him. The woman rubbed her cheeks until the hue turned red. His knee was painful as it supported his body too far.

Oh my God, why is Khadijah so sweet again? Inner Khoirul.

The desire of his heart to do more actually made the man retreat. Retract his arm again, then focus on what he's doing.

"Sir, I am thirsty" said Khadijah.

"What do you want to drink?"

"A drink just now. Where's?"

Khoirul ransacked the paper bag on the table, opened the bottle cover and handed it to Khadijah. Khadijah slightly straightened his body, but he was too rushed until finally the contents of the drink hit his face.

Khoirul reflex takes a tissue to clean the water drops. His already rumbling heart was getting more and more unkillful. Moreover, the distance of their faces that could not be taken lightly.

"Welcome, can I ask for my rights?" khoirul asked in a raucous voice.

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