A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Flashback (Nazeef to Paris)

Paris is the most popular tourist destination in the world, with 30 million foreign visitors per year. There are a number of famous landmarks among its numerous attractions, along with renowned institutions and the world's most popular parks.

Paris has the nickname The City of Love without a very definite definition. Either because French is considered the language of love or the romantic streets that exist along the Seine River.

Paris does have a variety of romantic things, such as cafes to Arts Bridge, where couples in the early 2000s put a padlock there as a form of commitment to each other.

Paris is also referred to as the City of Light not without reason. Even at night, there are many things you can do and enjoy in this city. Starting from cafes, bars, interesting shows in Paris, even some museums are open until night.

Nazeef looked at the romantic city from the balcony of the hotel where he stayed while there.

He had to shut himself up in this hotel room all night because he had to remember Qenan's word not to get drunk out there.

After being satisfied to look at the romantic city, he went into a hotel room to the bathroom to clean up after resting his body and brain so that tomorrow he would be fresh to face his biological family.

A bladder?

It's nonsense.

...****...

The next day, Nazeef was tidy with a light blue shirt and white denim pants and white sneakers.

Get in the car that has been provided by his biological father. Nazeef knew this decision was risky for his relationship with Nina. But, giving a little lesson does not matter according to him.

The car he was riding in got into an elite residential area. The slanted smile gazed at her so magnificently and it was all in her stepmother's enjoyment.

"Young master was waiting at the dinner table for breakfast together."

Nazeef simply nodded following the person who had told him earlier.

"How are you, Nazeef?" asked her stepmother to try to be friendly with her.

Lopsidedly smiles. There was not the slightest hint of his heart being touched by the woman's friendly attitude.

"Stop acting like you care." said ya ketus.

"Nazeef." jolted Papa Ansor none other than the birth papa Nazeef.

Nazeef clucked directly dropping the spoon and fork violently creating a clanking sound.

"Live it, Pa. I agree with this engagement. But I have a condition and I have to follow."

"What?"

"First he can not go to Indonesia especially before our engagement."

Nazeef paused his speech but it seemed that the man who stood as the biological father could interpret his requirements.

"Why? scared of your poor girlfriend?"

"Better he is poor but loyal and does not seize the happiness of other women. Forgot your beloved wife has taken away my mama's happiness? And his son is now changing his mother's profession."

"And one more thing, before the engagement I want the assets you have to be on my behalf."

Nazeef chose to leave the papa's residence. Then he called Nina. Only the woman was able to temper her emotions at a distant time.

...****...

Three days have passed since visiting his biological father's residence. Like a vacation, spending time alone traveling around Paris.

He did not visit the bar at all according to his best friend's orders.

The transfer of assets in his name has also been accepted. He knew the meaning of his stepmother by the plan of engagement he had with his son, Risa.

And he won't let that happen. His relationship with Papa Ansor is still cold.

...****...

Two days later Nazeef arrived in Indonesia. The first person I met was Nina. Guilt just enveloped his heart.

"This is a gift for you, beb." he said, handing over the paper bag.

A smile rises from the lover's face. "Sometimes take me there, Zeef."

He nodded quickly.

"Stay with me, Na." said Nazeef.

Nina looked into Nazeef's eyes. "I'll go when you ask."

The two hugged each other to miss. Almost a week Nazeef did not meet with Nina plus two more days Nina will vacation with colleagues at the Great Cafe.

Nina nodded in agreement. He missed his girlfriend too much.

"Tomorrow are you coming?" ask Nazeef.

"Follow, but Nadira's lonely will not come this year."

"Of course, it's better not. If you can come with berabe."

The two laughed considering how innate Nadira's pregnancy often made them upset.

Until the two decide to sleep together.

...****...

In the morning, Nina was already preparing to go to the cafe and did not come home after her working hours ended.

"You be careful there" said Nazeef hugging Nina from behind.

"Yes, you too."

Nazeef tightened his embrace not wanting to let go. "Let's get married." take Nazeef.

Nina stroked the back of Nazeef's hand that was coiled around her stomach. "Then hurry up and come to my parents' house, Zeef."

Nazeef turned Nina's body around and kissed her lips. "Surely, soon I'll come to propose to you."

He escorted Nina to the apartment lobby. Could not get to the cafe because his body was a little tired during the trip.

Nazeef was not a possessive Qenan nor should he always be next to his partner. He did not want to do that because he himself did not like to be treated like that.

He picked up the suitcase he had brought back to Paris. Then open the important files that he must maintain and manage.

The responsibility is increasing, now. All plans have been arranged neatly just waiting for time.

While Risa, she hopes that the woman really does not interfere with her relationship with Nina. If so, the eyes do not hesitate to teach the woman a lesson.

Given his papa attitude makes him careless, how could he be eaten persuaded seduce a snake woman like that.

Even obey the request of stepmother and stepson just like that. He was like he was not his real son.

In any case, he is still a child who feels the pain of seeing his biological father like that.

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