A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

The Fate of Nazeef

The night is getting late until the time shows at 01 p.m. Qenan, Nazeef, and Dion were still in the car waiting for the quiet. Melinda was already inside the house.

Yes, Qenan who asked to ride a car to reason looking for a minimarket to buy cigarettes.

"Come, it's 1 o'clock" Dion said.

Nazeef interfered and got out of the car with Dion. Seeing one passenger still reluctant to go down made Nazeef shake his head.

"Let's get off." take Nazeef open the back car door where Qenan is sitting. He saw the young man put on a sour face rejecting the invitation of his two best friends.

Qenan had canceled Dion's request to wait for his first night. How not? he's a normal guy, must be so easily influenced by the activities that Dion will do.

The problem is very difficult to realize to Nadira. There is no room to distribute.

"Come, get off." Now it was Dion's turn to tell him to come down.

"I don't want to, it's a shame." explained Qenan.

Nazeef and Dion stared at each other pointing at Qenan with their tails, gesturing as forcibly he and finally Nazeef as well Dion dragged the Bule man to follow them, dragging him out of the car.

"I don't want to, I'm the President Director of PT. Edzard Abraham Transindo, when I wait for the first night." Maki Qenan's hand is attracted by her two best friends.

"It's for friendship." Nazeef and Dion compactly pull Qenan down from the car.

"Stop, I don't want to. It's so embarrassing. I am a President Director, I will lose my pride." Obviously Qenan, thrashed but his two friends still interesting to come into the house.

"Shut your mouth, Director, don't make a fuss and Elin doesn't want me to be nice."

"Well, what dream did I have last night to take care of someone else's first night." Qenan continued to curse even though his feet swung into the house.

...****...

"You sit here." said Dion pointing to a long sofa located right in front of a room. "I'm going in first."

Dion went into the room. Her body was transfixed for a moment looking at Melinda's appearance which made the body hot cold.

Honestly, he was actually nervous. If the incident at that time he did because of emotions despite enjoying. But now, he was in a conscious state and could even enjoy more of that time.

One more year of not meeting even without much news changed a Melinda according to him. His wife was more mature and grew in size.

Dion shook his head as his wild thoughts ruled.

He approached Melinda who was receiving a phone call and she knew who Melinda was talking to at the moment.

In the girth of Melinda's stomach using both hands. "Don't make me punish you, Lin." whispered Dion in his next ear and then kissed the ear.

Sure enough, Melinda immediately turned off the phone connection and put the phone on the nightstand. Then he turned around and put both hands around Dion's neck.

"Sorry, he asked me how I was doing and I said we're married, oppa."

Both eyes clashed with each other. "Oh yeah?"

Melinda nodded. "Yes, I don't want anyone to disturb our relationship. Oppa is mine. I'm very possessive of the couple's business."

Dion smiled then devoured Melinda's thin lips with a balanced reply. The hand has been tracking wherever it wants to be traced.

Two compact pairs open the body cover like going scrambling sembako. Don't want to be missed.

Melinda bellowed as she felt the shoots of the mound in the gyre. His head looked up to give access to the journey of the tongue that stuck there.

Not only that, Melinda also gave massages that made Dion complacent. Groans were clear until the sense of patience eroded making him hit Melinda's body on the bed.

"We're starting?" whispered Dion and nodded to Melinda.

...****...

"Is this a house or a football field?" nazeef asked because there was no furniture in the house other than the sofa they were sitting on.

"Basketball field." replied Qenan ngasal.

They continued to chatter until the two bodies stiffened when they heard the moans and the han village was so shahdu. Then the two looked at each other.

"It's translucent, boss." chirped Nazeef instantly got a bump in his head.

Qenan repeatedly swallowed the saliva as he felt the heat on his body.

"Damn, why are there so many mosquitoes here?" keluh Qenan patted the face and neck of the mosquito bite that perched on his body. Stare at Nazeef who is holding firmly the tip of his jacket.

"Take off your hand." Qenan snapped softly at Nazeef, flicking his jacket to remove Nazeef who looked frightened.

"Boy, it turns out sitting quietly in an empty room with dim lights accompanied by their voices so serem." said Nazeef shuddering to scan the view of every room that is closed and not lighted.

"Shush." Qenan stood about to pass but was blocked by Nazeef.

Nazeef was about to make a sound but stopped because the two heard a simple moan from inside the room.

Qenan and Nazeef stared at the door of the room knowing it was Dion's first release.

"Gue go back first." Qenan said and got up.

The two grimaced back when Dion's wife's voice came back.

"Gue needs my wife now, Zeef" said Qenan because the missile had been built earlier.

"Whose do I need to be, boy? here's serem and I need temen."

Qenan. "Gue really needs my wife. You can sit around waiting to find out if there's a gunfight passing by, you call me and vent it to him."

Nazeef widened his eyes in disbelief with Qenan's words. "Lo tell me it's good to shoot Kun? you're not separated."

"Lo be quiet." Qenan actually stepped away back to Melinda's parents' house with a grunt all the way.

Arriving at Melinda's parents' house, he saw two bodyguards standing guard. Papa Surya, Wido and Papa Reno are back first.

Seeing the empty living room made him determined to enter Melinda's sister's room slowly because the room was not closed only covered with curtains. Luckily Nadira slept on the side.

Her lips were pulled upwards staring at the innocent face of Nadira who was sleeping like a baby. The kiss landed on his forehead, both eyes, and lips with a slight luma tan.

Seeing Nadira did not react to anything made him heartless even though the head was already dizzy because the missile increasingly wanted to enter the grinding nest.

"Dam."

Qenan stood up leaving the room towards the kitchen. He needs cold water now.

...****...

"Fucking Qenan base. How am I supposed to be here alone?" Nazeef continued to curse at his two friends who could leave themselves.

"This is Dion again, why isn't he ready? even that curse can't slow down."

"You want to pack soap, I doubt that in the bathroom there is soap. It was dark again. Jeez Diioonn... Find a good first night spot a little why, this is like this. It's Lo Nazeef's fate."

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