A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Nadira

Being a husband ready for alert is what continues to live Qenan. He did not let Nadira go alone. But presumably that afternoon Nadira was a little defiant.

Unbeknownst to Qenan, he came to the Qenan Company which was built on his own efforts. It is not yet as big as the company of Surya and Papa Reno. But she was so proud of her husband.

The Edzard Abraham Company

Swab her stomach with love. "Dear Mommy, look at your Daddy Company. You weren't born yet, but you already have a factory and a company."

Circularize the view. The office lobby is quite spacious and comfortable. Actually, she realized the question mark gaze of the people who were in her husband's office.

"Eh." Nadira was astonished when the officers marched as if to make a welcome. Even he immediately took a few steps back so as not to be hit by them.

His forehead shriveled as all those people bowed respectfully. He peeked a little from the line of those people.

Long breaths of chest tightness see who they welcome. His heart was racing looking and feeling the aura of Qenan's leadership so clearly.

But it dawned on him to hide before Qenan saw him here. He clucked when he saw Qenan silent without responding to the respect of the servants in contrast to Nazeef who smiled back respect and greeting.

It was too short when his phone rang.

...****...

Qenan turned his head to hear the sound of a cell phone ringing as he walked in his welcoming line. He does not tolerate officers who break the rules he makes.

When turning to the origin of the voice and watching a woman was looking down in excitement because of the ringing sound of the phone.

The woman he knew very well. Walked closer to the woman.

"Mi amor."

He chuckles to see Nadira grinning horses like a thief caught wet.

"Ngapain, hm?" grabbing Nadira's waist up to docked on his body.

Qenan did not care about the whispers of his employees and he knew that his best friend would handle if there were slanted rumors about him and Nadira.

"I just want to see your office when that brother comes back, uh your hunt comes."

"Let me know if you want to come here. Oh yeah, who are you here with?" Qenan dyedukan looking for his wife's best friend.

Nadira smiles pepsodent in question like that. "I drove myself in a black car, Nan." Nadira cengengesan handed the car keys to Qenan.

Qenan's face turned flat. "Select in a cradle or use a wheelchair?" ask Qenan coldly.

Nazeef who had witnessed the couple immediately left the place after Qenan said a wheelchair.

Walk quickly to the Company's health room. He could see Qenan's face change, which meant that his best friend was angry.

Nazeef asked the nurse for a wheelchair. "Hurry sus. Boss is angry."

"This, Sir."

Nazeef passed by with wide steps towards the lobby. The employees in the line seemed to stand up because Qenan was still there and wondered who the woman who was with the owner of the Company in this food field.

As far as they know, Qenan and Nazeef were young men who were single because they never brought a woman.

"This is the wheelchair, boss."

Qenan received the wheelchair and saw Nadira still standing. "Do you want to be in a cradle or sit in a wheelchair?"

Nadira still stood down, not daring with Qenan. "You don't get mad."

Does this include pregnancy hormones?

Why did her heart ache when Qenan was acting this cold to her?

His voice turned raucous withstanding the cries. His eyes have condensed.

Qenan sighed.

"Go back to work." he said without seeing his employees disperse ranks by whispering to each other.

"Come on." Qenan stretched his hand to let Nadira into his arms.

Nadira's embrace tight. Not to be angry at Nadira, but this is the first time he knows that Nadira can drive a car.

Why didn't anyone tell him?

Belai with dear chocolate mane of his wife. Inhaling the smell of vanilla from Nadira's body. Then he carried a bridal style. He smiled at Nadira who was looking at him. Nadira's two hands draped around his neck to make their faces close.

Nazeef swiftly pressed the elevator button for the Company's top officials and then pushed the 15th floor where the highest floor of the building.

"Nan, I think you will be a tranding topic deh." said Nadira after sitting on the sofa workspace Qenan. Quite spacious, neat, and as usual, her husband likes to be black, gray, and white.

"Let it. You are tired of being able to rest in that room." said Qenan indifferently because he was still upset with Nadira. He himself was sitting in his big chair.

"Dear, sorry I don't want permission to drive myself. Yaudah from tomorrow, I'll have a driver."

Nadira swallowed the saliva when he finished talking Qenan just stared at him sharply.

Am I wrong about that?

"Oh, so you'd rather go with the driver than the same me?"

Nadira. Ah, Nadira just remembered that her husband is acute jealousy.

"Judah be with you." said Nadira according to.

"It looks like you have to."

Nadira took a long breath. "Well, wherever you go I follow."

Qenan did not answer but the smile rose when the eyes were still focused in front of the laptop with his hands busy typing there.

...****...

Dion had just arrived at the reception desk with two plastic bags in his hand.

"Qenan's in his room isn't he?" dion asked in his black suit.

"There are gentlemen, but there are guests."

"Guests? it important?" dion asked to see the strange behavior of the receptionist.

"Girl, sir. Not back yet."

Dion nodded and walked towards the elevator. He did not expect the arrival of his brother would make a tranding topic.

It seems like this is the heartbroken day of the women who work at his best friend's company.

He walked out of the elevator to Nazeef's room and took her to Qenan's office. A little annoying his best friend's work hours seem okay.

"What is that, Ion?" nazeef asked curiously.

"Order my sister."

"Haish, I've had lunch." Nazeef's grumbling will definitely repeat what Nadira had done.

"Can it be a little polite to enter someone's room?" sentak Qenan saw his two best friends just walk in.

But his two best friends probably didn't understand what he was saying.

"My beautiful brother, this is your order. Cilembu yam is the same as a serving of hot chicken with chilli wow from your husband's restaurant." Dion handed Nadira two plastic bags.

Qenan approached and sat down next to Nadira. "Why ask Dion? not asking for me?"

His two best friends rolled their eyes and Nadira smiled. "So that's me on campus again video call the same Dion, Nan. And he said again in Bogor. Yes, I have asked you to buy a siprake chicken for the children of the Panti and I still want the Cilembu yam."

"Yes, here I bribe. Want some chicken or some sweet potatoes?"

"His aunt."

With painstaking Qenan peeled the skin of the Cilembu yam and then cut it. Looks very evocative as usual.

"You again?" qenan asked after Nadira spent 1 piece of sweet potato.

Nadira shakes. "Well, the rest of you eat? I want to eat rice."

No, what I said. Lucky I ordered only sekilo. Huh.. This is what sucks her pregnant mom or my prospective ponakan anyway?

"Cock haven't eaten yet? you guys don't want to?" nadira asked with her sad face.

"Don't be sad, we spend it now." said Qenan to calm his wife and then kissed Nadira's forehead.

*Huh, my wife.

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Seriate..