A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Nadira is gone

After the departure of her husband, she was awake and could not fall asleep again. The drowsiness that was ambushing her just disappeared.

He also moved to his apartment where Nina lived still with the appearance of sleeping clothes and boba dolls in his arms.

After a long time of pressing the bell no one opened finally chose to go to the Nazeef apartment where Qenan was located.

The bell kept him ticking until Dion opened it. She was looking for her husband, but Dion seemed to be in the way.

"Loh, alone?" ask Dion.

Nadira nodded still faithfully standing in front of the door by hugging the boba doll that was bought by Qenan this afternoon while walking in the mall.

"Nina same brother Arga go. Dion, I'm going in. Qenan, haul?" tanyanya looked suspiciously at Dion for not answering even Dion seemed nervous.

He could see Dion swallowing the saliva violently.

"Qenan's-." Not finished talking he's already darted into Nazeef's apartment.

"Qeennaaann.." the strangler saw Nazeef who was drunk and Qenan was still conscious, not, but half conscious.

"Dir, don't go berserk now for free because they both won't be horrified." Dion reminded him to let out a sigh choosing to sit right in front of Qenan who was staring at him.

"Honey.. You here?" tanya Qenan tried to rise with an unbalanced body.

"God.." screeched as Qenan dropped her body weight on the floor right next to her feet.

If so how can you get angry? even in a semi-conscious state was the sweet treatment Qenan showed him.

Want to know what Qenan did? he spread his head over Nadira's thigh while humming.

"Listen to me now, babe. (Listen to me, baby)"

"I want you to the bone. (I want you)"

"I want you to the bone. (I want you)"

"I want you to the bone. (I want you)"

He knew the song was often played by Qenan when they were both in the room without any activity other than lying down and hugging each other.

But this time he won't melt with just one song.

"Dion, please help me move them to the room."

"So you want to sleep alone?" dion asked as he pushed Nazeef into the room and then came out to help Nadira finish Qenan as well.

"Yes, how else? a husband but a drunk. How could it be?"

"They're not junkies, just the wrong way to vent that anger and sadness.

After Qenan had fallen asleep next to Nazeef they immediately blanketed him and left them in the room.

"Where will it be if Ion's there? what if someone traps them?"

Dion looked at Nadira and he understood Nadira's worries.

"Gue who will take care of Qenan. And you need to know, Qenan and Nazeef were actually very thorough people. As long as I know them, Qenan and Nazeef will not get drunk outside the apartment. They if at the club' is also just a formality if there are business partners who invite. No need to worry."

There was a sense of relief hearing Dion's explanation. "Thank You Ion.. I'll go back, please take care of them for me."

"Be careful, if there's anything call me."

Nadira leaves Nazeef's apartment and returns to Qenan's apartment. He was quite tired today and drowsiness came back to attack.

...****...

The sun has smiled and even laughed so stinging when exposed to direct light.

Qenan blinked his eyes repeatedly neutralizing his vision and sat leaning on the head of the bed. Treading the head that was very dizzy felt.

"Jam 1 pm." replied Dion who was still loyal to take care of his two friends.

"What?" he then looked at Dion.

"Lo nginep here last night."

Suddenly his face panicked. "Mam my pussy, my wife.. Why don't you ingetin me the Ion.." his grunts came down from the bed and then darted into the bathroom first. After that, he passed as fast as he could to his apartment.

Arriving at the Apartment, he immediately went into the room looking for the wife who was believed to be not there and then he went into the kitchen and saw a glass of orange juice and memo attached there.

For My Husband :

The juice is in the drink, do not forget to eat his cereal in the refrigerator. Don't pick me up 'cause I'm not coming home tonight.

Qenan's mouth gaped at the memo. How could Nadira not go home?

"Don't punish me like this dong." Ride the phone in your pocket and dial the wife's number but not active.

Not giving up until there, he also opened the wife's social media and contacted her turns out the wife is not activating her social media.

"Where am I looking? the campus? must have come home."

But again he did not run out of sense, on the phone of the Great cafe where Nina worked but the results were again disappointing.

Nadira didn't come there.

Suddenly he was furious at himself for being drunk with Nazeef. Because last night intended only a few grace but it seems the influence of the upcoming separation makes him also follow Nazeef to get drunk.

"Wait a minute, Rara knows where I'm drunk from?" He shrugged his hair in frustration.

Then the memory where he was drunk saw Nadira sitting and he approached and sat down in front of Nadira.

"Gue hummed and Nadira did not get angry but why now go to leave me Ra?"

"Aarrggh.."

Finally he decided to clean himself first then after he went to the Great Cafe.

Along the way, he continued to curse the driver who blocked the speed of his car.

Arriving at the Great Cafe, he went straight into his room. Check each report in detail and then leave without regard to the employees.

He remembered something and checked Nadira's whereabouts through a GPS application that he installed on Nadira's new phone.

"Oh shi*t.. Why don't you deliberately take Ra's cape?" the question is still staring at the phone screen with the head leaning on the steering wheel of the car.

Various places that often visited Nadira already he went, he, nadira's two best friends also did not escape his search because it was dark and now he chose to return to the apartment and hope Nadira had returned.

But the hope was dashed when entering the Apartment there was no sign Nadira had returned there.

Usually when struck such an eternal like this only cigarettes and alcohol are in search but now aware of his mistakes, as hard as he did not go to the kitchen to take the two objects.

"*Mi amor's. (My dear)"

"Monarch. (I'm sorry*)"

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Seriate..

*If anyone says Qenan is the boss why follow him to be like Nazeef.

- This is yes, they both grew up together like brothers who were forced to be independent. So if there's one that's upset, one of them will feel it.

And one thing do not forget there are times when they also want to like a guy their age.

Thanks 😊*