A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

I'm waiting for your punishment

For the first time after his escape Nadira slept well. No more vomiting or severe nausea. That is because someone is greatly missed to be the antidote from all his complaints.

Nadira's petite body wriggled small as she felt a gentle swipe on her cheek. The eyes pricked adjusting the lighting in the room. Then the gaze shifted on the figure who was sitting looking at him with a smile.

A very missed smile. If the person knew that he was so tortured withholding longing. And he realized, the torment itself he created.

"Sorry, I fell asleep" he said as he arranged to sit leaning against the headbord.

Qenan nodded. "Dine, dear, soon Mr. Kades will come with his wife."

Nadira's eyes were wide. "Where can? what are they doing, Nan? what do they think, we're gathering kebo huh?"

Seeing Nadira's panic makes him anxious finally flicked his wife's forehead. "I invited them to dinner. Take a shower."

"Do you want me to take a shower, right?" goda Qenan glanced at the eyes. To be honest it wasn't flirting but really her wish.

Nadira blushed in shame at such a tease. Who does not miss the touch of their own husband. "Are you sure you want to shower me in the bathroom in this house?" nadira asked as she put a kiss on Qenan's lips.

Qenan. "No, narrow dear."

Both of them laughed realizing that they both wanted to but had to stop because there was no time to do it. And Qenan doesn't want to do that in this house. Really make his wild fantasies die of fleas, thought Qenan.

"Tomorrow when you get home, be prepared for your punishment. I really won't let you go anymore." whispered Qenan was able to make Nadira blush.

"I'm waiting for your punishment." as quickly as Nadira peeked at Qenan's cheek.

"Bold dares ya bleached lips this naughty same me." the two chuckled together.

Finally Nadira got out of bed to pick up the clothes that Qenan had provided and took him to the bathroom, not to forget the towel was also carried.

...****...

Finish the shower and get ready, dinner begins. After dinner, they sat down on the living room couch to discuss what Qenan said this afternoon.

Qenan really showed his authority as a leader. He explained what was to be built and certainly before the construction, the land ownership must be moved on behalf of Nadira.

Not without reason, he did not want any problems after development. His intention is to build a learning place for underprivileged children for free. No one knows the thoughts of others. It could be that the landowner of the building would take advantage of it, and Qenan did not want that to happen.

Nadira himself was proud to see Qenan so straightforward to explain about the construction, even planning it to anyone who would be a teacher there and Qenan who would pay them.

Nadira rose up intending to wash the dishes as she had finished dinner, Qenan and Nazeef gathered the dirty dishes and glasses in a large basin without washing them.

But alas, her hands were choked by her husband and stared as a gesture 'where are you going?'.

"I want to go back to wash the dishes first" said Nadira Lirih.

"You're pregnant, Ra. Sit down, let me do it later." said Qenan soft but full of firmness and right, Nadira immediately obey.

"Son Dira's pregnant?" ask Kades' mother.

"Yes, Mom."

"Well, that means almost every morning you're infused for getting pregnant anyway? Want Qenan where is Nadira alone again pregnant young like this?" the motherly nature of Kades's dominating mother now makes Mr. Kades unkind to Qenan.

Qenan looked at Mother Kades with an unreadable look. "Yes Ma'am, I am too busy working because I have just inaugurated this food factory in Bandung."

They talked for a long time, then Mr. Kades and his wife excused to go home after the transaction of buying and selling the land. And tomorrow will take measurements and transfer the name of the new landowner.

After that Qenan and Nazeef washed the dishes. To be sure with grunts and swearing should wash the crouching dishes like now.

The unkind Nadira finally said. "Let me do the dishes."

"Eh, not brother-in-law. I sit down, yeah."

"Mi Amor, just sit back and prepare yourself."

But the purpose of the words Qenan is to prepare for tomorrow when they are in their own homes.

After washing the dishes, Qenan went into the bathroom to brush his teeth as well as Nadira who followed Qenan to the bathroom.

The two of them entered the room without a care Nazeef was in the house.

...****...

In the room.

"Qenan." call Nadira after they've laid themselves on the bed. Nadira himself put his head on Qenan's arm and hugged her husband's body.

Qenan who is still late stroking Nadira flat stomach while closed just cleared his throat as a sahutan.

"You're still mad at me?"

My God, my wife, I'm still mad. But I can't possibly be angry with you. I don't know why every angry and staring at your face my anger is gone.

"No." said Qenan still closed.

"That's still mad." Nadira said scowled.

"You just don't want to kiss me from before" he added, turning his back to Qenan.

Qenan opened his eyes and tilted his body to hug Nadira from behind while swiping the missile in confinement to Nadira's bo kong.

"You can feel the missile wake up right? this is how I am, Ra. I can't be far from you. When you touch me, the missile wakes up and misses its nest. But I can't eat you right away, I'm afraid our child-to-be's why. That's why I'm taking you home so you can go to the doctor immediately to ensure your health."

Nadira was stunned to hear Qenan's explanation. She once again admitted that her husband was older than her.

Nadira turned around with a fluffy smile. "Here I help."

"But you'll be tired." Not for refusing, but he didn't want Nadira to be exhausted.

"I miss your moaning voice, Nan." Nadira deliberately made his voice more spoiled.

Some time later the lips had been fused with Nadira was under the support of Qenan. Nadira's hands actively massaged the missile that was increasingly standing upright.

Qenan was no less excited, his second outfit had been scattered on the floor only Nadira's blue triangle remained attached there.

"You're so amazing, baby." Racau Qenan enjoys massage, kulu man, tan jila, which Nadira gives.

"Have any other women ever touched my missile, Nan?"

"There will be no other woman but you."

"Myanabelle.."

...****...

Outside the room where Nazeef had fallen on the sofa had to cover his face because the sound of Qenan's curse was interfering with his defense.

"What I said, this must be right. Oh, my God, the fate of Lo Nazeef. No Dion, not Qenan the same."

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Seriate...

*As info, Wido's story is over..

Later if the mother's brain again kumat Gilaknya, the mother made the story of Abang Wido who has become a widower huh*.