A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Come on, brother, take you home

Every meeting will not be spared from separation. But the hardest thing to do is to part with a loved one. It may seem inconceivable how we should part ways and move on without our loved ones by our side.

Unfortunately in this life, a separation is inevitable, and we only have a choice between continuing to remember the person or forgetting him. Some people choose to forget someone because this will make it easier for them to live their lives.

And should Nadira forget about Qenan?

I don't know.

"Let me deliver." said Wido, who followed Nadira without direction.

It was in the room after seeing Nadira come out immediately following without listening to the curse of Qenan for him who had dared to follow Nadira.

His heart ached when he saw Nadira's shoulders tremble because she was crying.

"Go bang, I don't want Rania to misunderstand again. Sorry to start this mess." Nadira realized this started from her who had interfered with Wido's problems with Rania even forcing Wido to marry Rania.

"Don't talk about the passing, now I'm taking you home."

Nadira shakes. "I want to go."

"Yes, let me take you." Seeing Nadira agree, he finally contacted the driver to pick them up.

That night Nadira also went and Wido faithfully drove where Nadira was headed.

...****...

"Nan, that. It's not time to be this rampaging." Dion reminded, because his workroom furniture has been formed again.

After coming from the hotel and seeing Nadira leave without wanting to hear his explanation made him sad and angry into one.

Until he chose to go home but the harsh reality he got. The house is empty uninhabited. Finally every object that was in front of her shattered into an outlet of her anger.

"Aarrgghh.." his screams felt pain in the heart.

"We better get some rest. I know you haven't had a break since the factory" Dion told Qenan. Melinda herself had already returned to the apartment because she understood this outside of her shutter.

Qenan stared at Dion sharply. "Tell me where Nadira went, Ion."

"Gue does not know Nan, even I was surprised to see Nadira as ordinary even though all the way he cried."

Qenan shuffled hair in frustration. He felt guilty for being less careful. Remembering anything suspicious at dinner. Until the memory was fixed when his business associates left the room and entered the waiter said it was the last drink from them, after drinking it he felt dizzy and unconscious.

"Dam."

...****...

Qenan had been looking for Nadira for a month. Every corner of the capital he had visited and every Orphanage near just asking because he knew his wife was often out of the house just around the Campus, Cafe, Mall, and Orphanage.

Do not ask their wedding reception because of course it is canceled, even papa Surya no longer wants to be found. Only Dion still wants to see him.

Dion himself believed that Qenan was trapped, but he did not know where Nadira was. Papa Surya and Wido completely shut down access for those who want to know where Nadira is.

Cell phones rang saying Papa Reno's name and saying they had reached his residence. He had to turn back towards his house.

Moments later his car arrived at his home. Judging not only papa Reno car, there is a Nazeef car as well.

Arriving in the living room, Mama Sinta immediately hugged Qenan who looked no longer alive. Unkempt hair, fine hairs grew on his sturdy jaw and there were thin whiskers lined up there.

"Darling, how are you?" mama Sinta asked, sad to see the state of Qenan. He sat down next to his son.

"Qenan isn't good if Rara doesn't have a ma." said Qenan with a shaky shoulder. For the first time he showed his tears in front of his mother since Nadira's departure.

"Have you eaten?" ask mama Sinta.

"Udah" he replied briefly, his face turning flat after spilling out his heart. He sat straight back staring at Papa Reno.

Papa Reno handed him the brown envelope and Qenan opened it. A bitter smile came when I read the letter.

As fast and weak as this is your love for me, Ra?

"Don't rush. Maybe Nadira just needs time. Tomorrow I'll try to talk to your in-laws again."

Qenan took a nodding breath and then rose up to walk towards his room with Nadira.

When he was in the room, he scanned the view of each corner of his room was still neatly arranged with the same furniture location. Sitting on the edge of the bed felt the silence of the night.

His eyes stared straight at the glass wall through the night sky. His mind wandered backwards where they often joked on the balcony. Play dominoes or snake ladders on that balcony floor. With the penalty of free kiss anywhere until it ends with a hot struggle there.

His eyes turned to the sofa. Just like remembering often he accompanied Nadira to watch his favorite dramas. Romantic scenes, scenes that drain the emotions, even he painstakingly wipe the tears or even his chest held back as a reliever of sadness just because watching.

Moving view where the decorated closet is located. Nadira often sits there for a long time just to do his long brown hair. From just ponytails, braids, dads to even pigtails one on top of tubers like Upin.

*Why is this so, Ra? Don't you trust me anymore? even every time I take a shower, always rub this body firmly so that the touch marks of the woman disappear from my body. But why don't you come back too?

It's been a month, baby! And what is this? you're surrendering*?

...****...

Next day.

Somewhere, far from the city. With an expanding smile Nadira stepped slowly towards the house that he had occupied for a month.

There are no fancy facilities. A rented house with two rooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

"Well, you've come?" nadira asked that afternoon after entering his house.

"Udah." replied Wido briefly.

"Where's aditya?"

"Sleep with her sister."

Nadira frowned looking strangely at Wido who was silent earlier.

"What's the matter?"

Wido looked at Nadira with a hard-to-understand look. "Why did you send that letter to Qenan, Dira? you don't know how bad Qenan was after you left? how can you be selfish? you're pregnant, the boy needs his father."

Deg

Nadira. "Why do you know that I'm pregnant?"

Wido scrambled his hair. "Don't be too stupid to question that. I love and love you. And I want you to be happy, I know you miss her right?"

Again, Nadira cried because of her own feelings. He was afraid, afraid that Qenan would wish him. So he chose to leave before the unwanted happened.

"Let's take you home."

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