A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

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"Thank you, Doc." said Nadira.

Doctor Gadhing nodded and smiled. "Don't get tired, remember."

"Every good doctor."

Doctor Gadhing chuckled.

After Dion made amends for Nadira's medicine and vitamins, they went straight to the airport that afternoon. Preparing for her brother's needs is pregnant with all the indulgence Nadira makes his patience tested.

If other people see them they must think of as lovers. But let it be, it's for her brother.

If only Nadira knew, there was still guilt in his heart because the presence of his biological mother in the life of papa Surya made Nadira and Mama Melati had to separate.

Upon arriving at the Factory, they were confused themselves because they had only first come here.

Dion and Nadira walk towards the security guard post asking for the whereabouts of Qenan and Nazeef. One of the guards saw the appearance of Nadira and Dion alternately.

"Na, if you notice we're like tai lizard, right?" tanya Dion just realized the color of her clothes and others that they use only black and white.

Nadira laughed at what Dion said because he also realized it.

"Sorry, sir's not in the factory."

"Know the inn?" ask Nadira.

"In Mess mbak. 100 meters from here." The security guard pointed out the direction where the Mess was.

Nadira was about to leave, but Dion forbade because they did not rent a vehicle. If only Nadira was not pregnant, the 100-meter road was not far away.

Nadira also relented finally waiting at the security guard post. No one contacted Qenan or Nazeef because both phones ran out of power and were reluctant to charge because the security guard saw them like a probing gaze.

Their arrival was like not a distinguished guest, even at lunch alone there was no one just offering them lunch. Dion took the initiative to ask where the nearest stall or a special canteen of factory employees was located.

"Ion, I want to sleep." chirped Nadira as she yawned.

"You're wayward, Na. I told you, we're in town, let Qenan pick you up. Here again, why don't you tell me you're Qenan's wife?"

"I'm still a secret wife." said Nadira Lirih.

For whatever sake, right now Dion wants to hit Nadira on the head.

"Don't because there's no reception then judge that, you don't know how proud Qenan is of you? you don't know how many women want to get close to your husband, but he firmly says that you are much more than them."

"You help solve other people's problems, but your own problems are complicated."

Nadira himself was silent while crossing his legs while leaning against the wall of the security guard post.

An annoyance enveloped Dion's heart as none of the employees offered him a seat. They sat down beside the security guard post.

"We're like shit, aren't we, Ion?" Nadira chuckled after saying that.

...****...

"Zeef, notify the replacement supplier to bring in raw materials according to the re-planning we discussed earlier." Qenan uttered without diverting from the iPad in his hands.

"Yes." Yeah."

Their car had entered the entrance of the Qenan Factory. Nazeef's eyes glared at the two people who were sitting on Lesehen like beggars.

Nazeef gulped down his saliva, turning his head to see Qenan still focusing on the iPad.

If Qenan had known his wife was there, he would have gone berserk. Especially now that his best friend has turned to his cell phone.

"Boy, where are you going? We'll just go back."

"Tumben, I don't want to postpone work. I want to go home quickly, Zeef. If you want to stay here long it's up to you, lo."

Qenan's answer increasingly makes Nazeef not kidding, what else when glancing into the rearview mirror, Nadira looks like lethargic so leaning on Dion's arm.

"Qen." he exclaimed when he saw Qenan had gotten out of the car.

...****...

The worry made him want to go home soon. Nadira's number from morning could not be contacted, the phone at his house also answered his waiter.

Not even a foot stepped, one of the guards approached him saying if there were two guests waiting from noon.

"Where are they?" ask Qenan flat.

"There, sir." the security guard pointed with a bow.

Walking with wide strides while opening his suit towards Dion and Nadira were.

"Sorry, sir. They asked for your Mess address. But they didn't leave because they didn't bring a vehicle."

Qenan stopped looking intently at the security guard. "Aren't there any vehicles in this factory delivering my wife, huh?" snapped Qenan.

"That-tri? but the madam didn't say anything, sir."

"Please answer me once." jolted Qenan again.

"Qenan." call Nadira walking over to him.

He immediately approached and clenched Nadira's body tightly occasionally pecking at the head of his wife.

"We're home" he said, embracing Nadifa's shoulder to the car followed by Dion in the back.

In the car, he did not release Nadira from his embrace.

"Qenan, don't fire that security guard just now."

Hearing Nadira talk sepwrti igu makes him look down at his face.

"Why?"

"I'm not as scared as if I were your wife."

"But it doesn't have to be left that way. You're pregnant again. So why follow?"

He smiled as the embrace tightened. In elus Nadira's stomach with a dear. "Same kangen me?"

Nadira nodded.

Qenan turned to the rearview mirror in the car. "Zeef, later if idah until ask the guard Mess to clean the Mess one more."

"Yes." Yeah."

...***...

At the factory, the two guards became restless afraid if they had to be fired from their jobs. Didn't expect that the two people were the closest to the owner of the Factory.

"Where is this?"

"I don't know, why is that so?"

"Come, end our history."

...****...

After waiting long enough, the Mess was finally cleared. Qenan carried Nadira into the room.

He sat on the edge of the bed looking at his wife's sleeping face. Realize that they can't stay far away.

The kiss landed on Nadira's stomach repeatedly. "Daddy's son is healthy, right? I'm sorry Daddy has stopped you so make Mommy come after Daddy."

After inviting his prospective children to chat, Qenan turned to kiss the entire face of Nadira. He chuckled to see Nadira not disturbed at all.

"Are you really tired, honey?"

"Qenan, let's go to sleep." chirped Nadira with a raucous voice and eyes closed.

Qenan chuckled again and kissed Nadira's lips. "Just a minute, I'll take a shower."

Walk out of the room to the bathroom to clean yourself up. After that, with a towel wrapped around his waist he looked for Nadira's bag looking for something. After getting it, he immediately made it.

Pregnant mother's milk.

That's what he was looking for. Entering the room found Nadira already sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

"Kok up?" tanya Qenan approached Nadira to help the wife to drink pregnant milk.

The glass was empty but the wife was still staring at him intensely. "Why, hm?"

"I want to."

"What interest, dear?"

"You."

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