A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Problem no

Morning is coming, then, the couple apparently had not started talking because from cooking and Qenan was sitting on the dining table chair watching his wife cooking but not a word came out of their mouths.

Nadira who is silent is afraid if asked why he does not like to be watched his movements. And it condemns the overreaction that is sprouted from itself.

And Qenan was at a loss as to what mistake made his wife settle in from nightfall.

Breath sounds from the two and then glares at each other because of the circumstances. Mutual lyrics and when glances meet then both throw their faces. Then grumble in the heart because there is nothing that precedes.

The cuisine has matured deftly Nadira prepares the food onto the plate then composes it on the table.

Nadira, who admitted his mistake, lowered the prestige of providing breakfast for Qenan.

Placed a cup of coffee that is usually requested by Qenan and a plate of fried rice in front of Qenan.

She knew from earlier that her husband was watching her so that the heartbeat was uncontrollable by her.

After breakfast, they still inhabit each other, but he smiled when he saw Qenan washing dishes. Enjoy the beautiful scenery and leave Qenan alone in the kitchen.

Because all he knew, Qenan would go to the cafe if it was Sunday.

Inside Nadira's room turned on her laptop to watch her favorite drama. The open door revealed a dazzling Qenan then the door closed again.

Qenan walked past Nadira with a pack of cigarettes in his hand.

"Qenan.." call Nadira lirih.

Qenan's footsteps stopped but did not turn to Nadira just waiting for the next speech.

"Sorry."

Who can stand each other with loved ones?

Maybe there is, but not with Nadira.

Qenan sighed and then approached Nadira. Sitting at the side of the bed opposite Nadira then peeked at her forehead.

"Why you?" ask Qenan.

Nadira gasps at the question, somehow his feelings are now betraying the husband even though only because they do not accept to watch his movements.

Nadira shakes. "I just don't like being watched like Nan, but I realize I'm married."

Qenan smiled to understand Nadira's reason because he knew that his wife used to live without anyone watching, much different from his birth has been in strict guard even though those who keep the distance because he himself does not like if the bodyguards papa Reno approached him if he was not in trouble.

"I'm sorry that my way is wrong, but trust me that it's one of the proofs that I'm afraid of losing you Ra."

Nadira smiled and then he put the laptop on his lap.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you'll leave me." he said, hugging Qenan and in reply to the hug tightly.

"Ah yes I forgot, papa give us a ticket to Bali tomorrow and the needs are ready papa." said Nadira disentangled embrace.

"What's this called a honeymoon?"

Nadira chuckled as Qenan asked with a bright face. He really likes that view.

"Okay, but what's our honeymoon panties?"

"Of course pantes dear.. Later if we're old, I want us to honeymoon often."

Nadira's eyes glared at it. "Issh doesn't remember age." she sneered.

"Let's just say, I want to have a lot of kids too."

Nadira chuckles at hearing Qenan's dream. "Why do you want to have so many children?"

"Let our house rame Ra. I want you to come home from work and greet me and our children one by one give me kisses and hugs."

Nadira smiled when she heard that, without feeling her tears dripping staring at the husband who was still telling her dreams in the future.

"And I just want you at home waiting for me to get home from work."

"So why would I go to Qenan if it wasn't for work?" nadira asked a little protest.

Qenan smiled and wiped Nadira's tears with his thumb.

Nadira smiled understanding the intent of Qenan. He never even thought of getting there.

"I don't want you to take care of other people's children but our children are taken care of by others." Qenan scowled at the end of the word making Nadira cut her lips alone.

The jealousy!

"But I also want you to take care of Nan's son."

Qenan nodded and smiled. "Sure, we'll take care of it together."

"Yes, yeah.."

"Yes." Yeah." There was a sense of happiness to see Nadira smile back.

...****...

Still early in the morning but did not match the spirit of Dion to shop for her needs to join the couple's honeymoon.

More precisely he also needs a vacation to calm the heart. He has also invited Nazeef to be a mosquito repellent together.

For sure he does not want to be tormented by himself seeing the beauty of his brother with his best friend making out.

"Ion, wait for bege." exclaimed Nazeef as he put the phone in his pants pocket.

If you can be honest, both have not been bathing just washing your face and brushing your teeth.

I don't know, maybe these singles don't want to be the center of attention.

"Hurry up, make sure both of us need to be safe because you know Qenan will not like the stuff we wear."

"Kc.. Yeah, we need a lot of soap."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Don't go kayak kemaren, I'm abis in Qenan mills."

Dion stopped looking at Nazeef as if asking why?

"The bathroom that's in the kitchen is often in Qenan's pocket, and he knows our behavior because of his little leftover liquid soap."

The two chuckled at their own behavior as their hands inserted whatever they thought they needed including liquid soap.

"Zeef, I'm the same you make my brain a little infected with the same brain lo that is not true."

Nazeef grew more and more chuckled. "Let bro, let me have his friend. Do you know that I don't like being alone? and that includes my reasons for being this serious."

Dion smiled and patted his best friend on the shoulder. "I am lonely too."

"Yes I know and because you're lonely so take me on vacation together so don't be a mosquito repellent, right?"

Again both are broken.

Long enough they were in the shopping center until accidentally the eyes of both of them saw Melinda was also shopping with the two girls who look quite sexy at their age.

Dion and Melinda's eyes locked. Bad thoughts again dominate Dion's head.

Not that he doesn't like it, but at least tell him. He decided on that view and walked towards the cashier's desk.

"Ion, are you okay?" ask Nazeef.

"No problem."

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Seriate..

*How are your favorite readers? how's things? may we in the protection of Allah SWT 🙏

Always stay healthy and stay happy.

Hii..Hi.. can you repet the way Medan people do not*?