A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Where's Nadira?

The flow of time continues to flow, carrying the strands of the story of the journey of human life. It does not feel that one revolution of the earth has passed without despair. And all that time a lump of heart kept languishing. The soul seemed to be drowning in loneliness, although the frenetic hustle of the city erupted undisturbed.

"Buset by Mr. Axel makes me dizzy. It felt like cutting off his own head because of his duty." Nazeef grumbled while enjoying a massage from Dion.

Qenan. "You say you like to count my money, this is just counting it so doang go straight in the wind lo." sneered Qenan while turning over the sheet of the book he read.

"Yes counting rupiah mah yah yang, it's dollars."

"Aw, Ion bege's sick." ringis Nazeef because his head got a blow from Dion.

"May debate but don't move if you ask for incandescent."

"Yes-yes."

...****...

Qenan no longer argues because his video call with Nadira has been connected. Her lips were pulled up when Nadira's face was seen on her phone screen.

"Hi dear."

"Hi Nan's. It's 4 in the morning, right? how did you wake up?"

Qenan smiled. If Nadira knew that he was here so busy with his college assignments and cafe business and his t-shirt distro. Especially now that he is building a food factory.

Luckily, Papa Reno wants to handle the construction of the factory.

"Jain finished the task. Where are you going?" tanya Qenan was suspicious because she saw Nadira dressed neatly.

Nadira looks at the camera showing his two best friends are also dressed neatly.

"We're going for a walk. Qenan, does that make you like long hair?"

It seems Qenan forgot one thing. His wife was always chatty if it was a hair problem.

"Not yet dear, tomorrow I prune ya."

Without feeling they chatted for almost an hour. Until Nadira pampit closed the video call connection with the reason it was about to leave.

I don't know where his wife went. He forgot to ask.

"Boy, did you see Nina?" tanya Nazeef approached Qenan.

"Hem." replied Qenan.

"If Melinda?" ask Dion.

"Yes, I think those 3 girls are okay there's no us." There was a bad taste in Qenan's heart.

Heard them breathing.

"I'm so sleepy, go back to my room."

"Not being a boy?"

Qenan shook his head and then rose out of Nazeef's room to his room.

As soon as he got to the door, he sighed again. He took his gift box and a rose and, as usual, threw it away without opening the box.

A nuisance!

In the room, Qenan looked at the painting that always left him homesick.

"I'm sorry Ra, I never gave you hope even I never talked to her. I'm afraid he keeps doing that."

After many complaints, Qenan chose to sleep for a while before 10 to go to college.

...****...

In the morning, the three young men were having breakfast bread together. During their time at Stanford University, the three of them did not show that their lives were a treasure.

Because that is not the purpose of their continuing education here.

"Qenan." call someone from Indonesia.

Qenan did not take his eyes off let alone answer that person's call. He just focused on staring at the screen of the phone since it died there was no message from Nadira.

Where's my pug-of-a-bitch wife?

"Qenan, you'll learn together again." Without shame he sat next to Qenan ignoring Nazeef and Dion.

"Qen." exclaimed someone it was none other than Bella the sender of the gift box and a sprig of red roses.

"Damn it." said Qenan did not accept Bella's touch.

"Keep your dirty hands from my body." Qenan stared intently at Bella and turned to her two best friends.

"You know that I don't like my body the most when I touch people who are not important in my life, but why are you girls just me?" he said emotions then walked away from those who sat dumbstruck.

After Qenan, Nazeef and Dion remained silent.

But not with Bella, he is increasingly curious about Qenan because it is very difficult to make a conquer and actually likes a challenge like this.

I'll make sure you'll be mine.

"Bella, mending lo don't get close to Qenan. He has one."

Didn't answer but a dismissive grin rose there and left Nazeef and Dion.

"Ion."

"Hem."

"Lo still have the same feeling Melinda didn't?" nazeef asked looking straight ahead.

I heard the breath of Dion. "Still, it turns out my disappointment to him is losing just as much my feelings to him."

"So if he's honest what he's hiding, do you feel the same?"

Dion raised his shoulders. "Gue doesn't know. And you, how's Nina?"

"Gue doesn't know, maybe he married the Arga."

Dion turned to look at Nazeef then looked straight ahead again. "And you still have a similar taste to him?"

Nazeef nodded. "Gue has known him a long time. From before Nadira worked in the cafe we've been close to somehow he changed, and yes like this we."

"It turns out that setting the heart is very difficult" Nazeef added.

...****...

From sunrise in the eastern horizon to sink in the western horizon Nadira has not been able to be contacted. The husband's heart is increasingly restless even the emotions are no longer controlled.

"Maybe it's busy Nan." Dion tried to calm Qenan down.

He was also worried because Nadira, Nina, and Melinda could not be contacted.

"Zeef, try papa's phone and lo Surya's papa's phone is also Wido." said Qenan indisputably.

In another sip of white wine that had accompanied him. Bad thoughts continue to drift between fearing Nadira is in danger or Nadira is having an affair with another.

"Papa said, Nadira was leaving with Nina and Melinda. Relax Qen, you have to trust Nadira" Dion said.

"What does Wido say?"

"He's in Sulawesi again so don't know."

Now the three young men were silent with raging hearts. We were thinking where the three young women were.

That night, the three young men spent the night enjoying white wine to warm their bodies.

"Zeef, lock the door and hide it from our reach" Qenan said.

They had an initial goal, getting drunk together to allay the worries to the women lodged in their respective hearts.

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Seriate..

*Hi brother who commented in the previous part who said 'disgust like animals'.

I know that's not really painful.

Make the novel not easy to know. I also don't ask readers for good comments. I accept all the readers who have commented.

But it's just a brother I don't think there's any courtesy.

I've explained this is a free-life novel, not a religion. If you want to go to a pretentious religion or read in my novel whose title is 'SECOND FOOL'.

Disgust like an animal?

I made my own novel, Gih*.