A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Fragile

At night, at Qenan's apartment. Nadira curled up on the bed and felt cold on the side.

Hugging tightly to the picture frame containing a small book in red and green as a sign of their marriage has been official.

Nadira has forgotten this important thing because he is enjoying the time that is coming to an end.

Once he got to the apartment, he found a memo attached to a lamp sleeping on the nightstand.

If you read this, it means I'm gone. You are well yes. Oh yeah, I have something for you. Take good care and take good care. That's me on the nightstand.

Greetings from me, your husband.

The smile rose with a heart still filled with sadness. In the open paper bag is taken contents inside it.

He silently stared at the object and again his tears shed not expecting Qenan still remember his marriage.

Nadira glanced at the clock on the wall still at 10 p.m. That meant Qenan was still above the sky.

The black jacket that Qenan often wears deliberately he asked not to be brought to be his bedmate.

Should the perfume that is often used Qenan still smelled from the jacket.

Let him be a crybaby when in front of Qenan and when alone like this.

*Qenan, I don't even know how to get through the day without you.

You make me opium will be present until I become innocent when there is no you.

I'm not like those who have a lot of friends and a playground to eliminate loneliness.

Even I went around Jakarta when I married you.

I'm fragile*.

On his laptop, he played a video of himself and Qenan accidentally recorded while they were eating, video of him sitting on Qenan's chest and watching a Korean drama, and when they play dominoes with penalties in lipstick scribbles for the losers.

Let her cry tonight and be cheerful again after sunrise.

"Qenan what are you doing up there?"

"Are you thinking about me too?"

"You're not being reckless over there, are you?"

...****...

Just like Nadira crying over Qenan. So was Nina who was crying over her regrets.

It's all his fault.

This afternoon after college, deliberately went home early to meet Nazeef before the guy went to the land of people.

"Eh lo Nin, what's wrong?" nazeef asked after opening the apartment door because Nina had pushed the bell repeatedly.

Getting such a question made Nina's chest ache. As if his arrival had no meaning anymore.

"Gue wants to talk" he said softly as he looked at his shoes.

"Em, just go in."

Nina walked in following Nazeef's steps and sat on the sofa after being invited to sit down by Nazeef.

Instantly the shadow of that night, where he asked Nazeef to snatch his chastity back gnawed as his eyes unintentionally glanced towards the kitchen.

"Lo, what the hell are you talking about?" nazeef asked as if nothing had happened.

Nina flinched conscious of her daydreams making Nazeef wait. But after hearing Nazeef's question sounded not want to linger with his made his heart again torn apart.

"Zeef, I want to apologize for what happened that night."

"No need to apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry for almost desecrating you."

"Aren't there any more chances for me Zeef?"

Nazeef was silent for a long time and then he heard a sigh from him.

"Where can I give you that chance but you're still the same Arga Na? do I want to be made a mistress?"

"Go home Na, we better set our hearts and accept where destiny takes us. If in the end our feelings are still the same, I guarantee we'll be together."

Pupus is already Nina's hope to mend her relationship with Nazeef. His eyes glazed over at Nazeef who had also been staring at him.

Nazeef's remarks made his conscious take a step out of the apartment without saying goodbye.

You are horrifying yourself, right?

if he doesn't want you guys together?

Now you just think about how you can get away from Arga.

You have to be able to fight for your own safety.

What if she relapses during her temperament?

I'm scared too.

Nazeefs.. If you knew*.

...****...

Lucky Rian tonight until next Sunday did not come to see Melinda because his wife is on vacation.

Slovenly?

Of course, his heart was quieter and sicker after hearing Dion's words this afternoon.

Yes, Melinda is the same as Nina who deliberately went home first because of an appointment by Dion.

The city park bears witness to the actual separation between them.

"Oppa really-no more feelings than friends with me?"

Dion looked at Melinda. "Maybe there is. But it's all for nothing if that mutual trust and openness aren't between us Lin."

"Why can't you believe Elin, even if she's not open?"

Dion smiled bitterly and looked straight at the children who were playing chases.

"Love needs logic. Why should we believe that what we see is hard not to suspect?"

Melinda lost a lot. It turned out that his heart had fallen to someone full of thoroughness. The same thing with the Dion hobby that does need focus and thorough to achieve perfection.

"I'm sorry." That's all he can say.

Dion raised his shoulders. "No problem."

Silent.

"Oppa won't regret it? We both know how we feel."

Melinda said cutting off silence.

"I don't know, I don't want you to wait too long. No one knows two years can change someone else's feelings."

"So we're done?" melinda asked ascertained once more and hoped Dion shook her head for her answer.

There's no sound. Just a soft nod from his head. And Dion's honesty made his heart so sore as to be torn apart by broken glass.

After hearing that answer, Melinda ran away leaving Dion alone. He didn't want Dion to see his cry.

There was actually so much hope for Melinda to be with the kind-hearted Dion. His cool and calm attitude was able to hypnotize Melinda from the first time he met at that time.

But everything changed since her stepmother came into her family. And this is how it is now.

Being a sugar baby lonely man.

🌸

Seriate...

*Sorry late for the second one.

Because the family of the mother again there was another disaster 😭

Grandpa mom (sister of maternal grandparents.) died today so mom was a little busy.

Sorry to be disappointed that Nadira and Qenan are separated.

Follow the flow....

Don't forget to leave a trace.. At like, tick the sign & & , the vote also do not forget yes beb..

Dear mom you all*..