A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Lady Abraham

Covered on the bed, Nadira again felt weak. The attacks of nausea are so brutal, making the stomach as in stirring and squeezed. The energy in the body is squeezed. The woman was helpless with conditions far from sane.

"Miss Abraham, are you all right?" ask the midwife who sent papa Surya to monitor Nadira's health.

Nadira closed his eyes lying weakly just nodding while hugging his queen's stomach.

"Mrs, we'd better get to town. You need to be treated."

"I'm fine, I'll be healthy again." Nadira refused because that's how she felt. If the morning will experience severe morning sickness, then during the day looks healthy but must fight with sunlight, and at night he will return weak helpless.

"Is there anything you want, ma'am?"

Nadira then took a sitting position leaning on the headboard of the bed.

"Get me my phone and please make me some regular warm orange juice, mbak."

Saw the midwife leave and soon gave up her cell phone and left her room.

He smiled at the wallpaper of his new phone. The face of a husband.

Husband?

I don't know.

Find someone's contact and contact them. This has become his routine activity. Even though on the phone call he just he listened to the maki caci from the person across there.

"Miss Abraham, this is the juice you asked for."

Nadira was surprised the midwife named Tari mentioned her name. Then he saw his cell phone and the phone call was still connected.

Mam pus's.

He quickly dropped the call and received a glass of warm orange juice.

...****...

"Playboy stamped anchovies."

"What the hell is curly?" nazeef asked from earlier that his girlfriend continued to tease him who had just closed his eyes.

"Where do you think Dira is it?" tanya Nina already misses her best friend very much.

"He's there, but he's not coming home yet. Let it go, but I hope to go home soon because Qenan is getting crazy when Nadira goes like this." lamented Nazeef was tired of the new rules made by Qenan.

"Bos Qenan is so in love with Dira, Zeef. That's why it's like that. But does boss Qenan know?"

Nazeef sat up straight again and put his shoulders together. "Wido, Nadira is in Bandung. Even Qenan's been there two days."

"Hopefully meet soon." said Nina Lirih.

He had contacted Nadira but his number was deliberately blocked even Nadira's social media was inactive after the incident that night.

...****...

"Elin, can you make me a cold capuccino?" pinta Dion has breakfast.

Melinda nodded. "Shortly oppa. Tumben had ice in the morning?"

"See, but I'm really dizzy and want to drink cold. Lots of work not to mention Nadira who does not want to go home."

Melinda breathed. "Due to oppa's health, have om Wido persuade sister again."

Dion nodded as he received a cold glass of capuccino from Melinda. Papa Surya really punished her. If only he could choose, but that would be impossible. He realized, as an heir must remain responsible and maintain the survival of his employees.

...****...

Qenan had just exited the bathroom looking at an unfamiliar number who just kept calling her every morning and night. Decak was upset to choose to let his phone ring continuously while opening the closet choosing clothes to be worn.

When he finished wearing his clothes, his phone rang again with the same number.

"Hello."

"Hello. Ck, don't call me again, what's your job just bothering me doang. " A moment wanted to disconnect the call but stopped because he heard the voice of someone saying something.

"Mrs Abraham? is that you, Ra?"

"Hello, Ra. It's you, right?"

Be late. The call was over but he was afraid of not hearing wrongly across the street calling 'mistress Abraham.'

Qenan sighed harshly when he saw that the distance was quite far from where he stood. The question just popped into his head.

How is Nadira's life so far there?

"I found you little fox. Look, I'll punish you mercilessly. I'll lock you up so you won't leave again." Qenan said as he ate a cold breakfast. Her appetite comes after knowing Nadira's whereabouts.

"Look, I'll scold you for leaving without my permission and not for my explanation. Especially if you are pregnant." Qenan continued to grumble in front of Nadira's photo on her phone while devouring her food.

"You want to torture yourself, even though you know yourself that being pregnant must be more spoiled for me. But what is this? get out of the house. Just be careful if you ask me to hug. I won't hug."

Qenan continued to grumble without realizing it had spent 2 servings of fried rice. And he also did not realize if he turned chatty again after knowing the whereabouts of Nadira.

After breakfast, he washed the dishes in the sink, rinsed and wiped them and placed the dishes on the shelf.

Then he put on a checkered pattern coat covering the white shirt he wore. Ash tie as a perfecting look.

Before leaving to meet Nadira, his car made to babershop to improve his appearance. His hair should be trimmed and fine hairs on the jaw and this thin mustache should be shaved.

Qenan did not want Nadira to see his slump.

A little while later Qenan came out of babershop with a charming look like when Nadira was on his side.

"Alright, now when he's picking up your wife and future son, Qenan." He smiled impatiently to meet Nadira.

Qenan got into the mirror-shaded car in the middle rear view to see her look once again. He knew if Nadira saw his look would definitely praise also reward the kiss on his face.

Hah, I miss you too much. But I have to scold you first, Ra. Don't let go before Rara apologizes.

Along the way Qenan continued to chatter with plans to scold Nadira and would be devastated if Nadira apologized.

He did not realize that he had said more than the previous days. Don't know that as a form of happiness or how. That must be far from the bottom of his heart, finding Nadira makes his heart calm again.

"Geez, why are the streets here so broken?" Qenan stopped his car and went out to see the terrain of the road so severe if his car continued the journey.

Seeing the young man riding a motorcycle in his direction made Qenan desperate to block the road.

The young man stopped his motorbike, looking annoyed but his eyes looked at Qenan's appearance from head to toe.

"Yes, sir" said the young man, causing Qenan to raise an eyebrow.

"I speak Indonesian."

The young man grinned while scratching the nape of the neck. "Can anyone help?"

Qenan reached into his pants pocket and handed him his phone asking if it was still far away at the address.

"Not far away, abis paddy field road later mas pass Rural, abis it rice fields again new get Village at that address."

Qenan was astonished to hear the explanation of the young man in front of him who said it was not far but had to pass through many locations according to him.

"Can you take me?" pinta Qenan's.

The young man nodded then allowed Qenan to sit behind him.

Just this time I'm in the countryside in a suit, Ra. Though I intentionally suit like this so I come back to make you fascinated and follow me home.

In front of the young man, he kept smiling. How not? his village will be attended by a handsome and rich bule. It will go viral in his village after this.

A little while later Qenan had reached the front of the house he showed the young man after all the way kept swearing in his heart because the road was so broken even muddy muddy.

"Mas, are you going to Nadira's house?" asked the young man to make Qenan's eyes growl.

"She's my wife. Don't mention his name anymore." said Qenan coldly in a jealous fashion.

"Sir Nadira." call the young man to make Qenan turn his body to look at the young man's gaze.

*tra..

Qenans..

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Hi mom's favorites, sorry if you are made emotional because Nadira went😁