A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Nazeef and Nina

"What the hell, Na?" nazeef asked with annoyance because he had just arrived at the apartment almost midnight immediately welcomed the nagging from his wife.

"What did you say? don't you have a watch to see what time it is?" cecar Nina is upset.

Nazeef flung his body onto the sofa with a groggy nose. Every man who works as a husband wants to feel comfortable when coming home from work.

"I'm tired, Na. I beg you not to be convinced of this." Pinta Nazeef said no because not only this time Nina could not understand the situation.

The factory problem is still not finished because the replacement supplier last time also blurred for no reason.

"You always put your job at risk."

"Because it's my duty."

"Qenan's boss the proof can have a lot of time."

Nazeef stared at Nina sharply. "Don't try to compare your husband to another man, Nina." Nazeef pressed every word of his speech.

"Why? do you realize that Qenan is better than you?"

Nazeef looked up at Nina and she had no fear of him.

"Yes, Qenan is indeed better than me, he can handle any of his business. He can have time with his wife even though the work piles up. Do you want to know why he has time for Nadira?" Nazeef really couldn't contain his emotions this time.

Nina simply silently returned Nazeef's sharp gaze with a defiant look.

"That's because Nadira who understands the state of Qenan, he who is always loyal to be beside Qenan. She always took the initiative to visit Qenan in the midst of her growing pregnancy. He is also the one who encourages, serves, and accepts every busyness of Qenan. And what does that mean?"

"Nadira's the wife who understands her husband, while lo? you keep demanding I have this and that, you keep asking in the understand of your pregnancy. You may even forget when my last love was warmth when it was what I needed. You need to know, even in a state of pregnancy Nadira was happy to serve Qenan. While lo? continue to reason again pregnant if I invite you to unite." Nazeef said sarcastically immediately rose to snatch the car keys leaving Nina standing at the pecking ground.

Nazeef drove a car through the road that started smoothly without traffic jams. Without purpose but heading somewhere.

"Damn! why am I going to this luknut patch?" Nazeef turned the car around. At the moment, he doesn't want to see Nina.

Not that he is not in love anymore, but it takes calm and makes Nina aware that not only pregnant women who are understood, but also herself.

"Qenan is in sir?" nazeef asked the security.

"Master was inside just coming home from the same madam."

Nazeef nodded. Look, how could he not envy the couple? of course Nazeef knew that Qenan had just come home from the office just like him. But what makes him jealous is Nadira always near Qenan even though the presence of his best friend's wife often makes a tantrum. But he wants Nina to be around him not always angry when he comes home from work and often refuses when he wants warmth from his wife.

Nazeef got out of the car and went right around the house and came in through the back door. Do not ask how it could, he deliberately asked for a duplicate key back door on Qenan to easily enter when at any time want to stay as it is today.

Go into the kitchen looking for something you want. He was legitimate because he did not find it.

"I think Qenan really quit alcohol."

Finally he chose to open the ice daggers looking for soft drinks and food that he could eat.

...****...

The Nazeef apartment. Nina drowned after the departure of her husband. Digesting every word spoken from the husband's mouth.

Without asking for tears to wet the cheeks. Now be aware of the mistakes so far. Not that he did not want to, but it would be very boring if he joined Nazeef work. And he also did not understand during pregnancy to be worthless if he was near Nazeef.

It is also wrong to never tell about her complaints during pregnancy.

"Sorry." Nina's cry grew increasingly broken thinking Nazeef was so disappointed in her.

...****...

"Ma."

Nadira looked at me with a smile. Slowly with your stomach growing.

"Ohoo-o.. Don't tease me, baby. I don't want you to be tired."

The two laughed crisply realizing the awkwardness together. The two hands of Nadira on Qenan's neck added to the pregnant woman's sex.

"Qenan, why have I noticed Nazeef so limp for a few days?"

Qenab stared intensely at Nadira. Of course he knew the reason because Nazeef always told him whatever his life was.

"Don't take care of anyone else, I'm jealous" he denied, sipping his wife's lips straight away.

The link of those two lips turned into a demanding kiss. But not the demands like the victim of the begal who became a suspect and the perpetrator begal witness.

It is a demand to complement each other and satisfy. After the two without a thread attached to the body, now both of them are ready to fight into the battlefield.

"Nan, seriously in the living room?" tanya Nadira made sure.

Qenan nodded. "There's no one, right? just mang Dadang ahead."

Slowly and carefully Qenan inserted the missile into the grinding house. Charge by going back and forth with a slow rhythm because you do not want Nafira to feel uncomfortable.

Lips continue to be graciously shaped minimizing the sound of shahdu echoing throughout the room. With a sitting position, it makes it easy for Qenan to explore anything that can be in his term.

...****...

With a sense of annoyance made Nazeef eat a lot in the kitchen. Intending to come to the house of the friend to calm the mind was actually made hot cold by a scene not far from him a few moments ago.

A while ago, Nazeef intended to go to the living room with a setoples of cassava chips in his hand.

But his steps stopped when he saw Qenan was supporting his wife. Turn around when he saw QenN was about to change his position to Nadira on top of leading the game.

"Damn."

"You're back, but my prestige."

But it seems that his wife had realized the mistake of calling so many times and now making a video call.

"Hem."

"Beb, go home."

Nazeef held back a smile hearing Nina's voice being spoiled. Sounds weird, but he likes it.

"Returned?"

Nazeef swallowed the saliva looking at the screen of his phone as it appeared Nina opened her sleeping kimono with the protection of both the mountain and its blue triangle.

"Beb." called him hoarse because he was already in a state of rah.

"Yes home. I miss."

"But I won't be disappointed again, will I? it won't stop in the middle of the road again, will it?" Nazwef must make sure that the past is not repeated. Nina suddenly stopped the game in the middle of the road for reasons suddenly not in the mood.

"Seriously. I'm waiting, beb."

After the video call was over, Nazeef rushed home to the apartment. Because he really misses his wife. Even the anger that had disappeared somewhere.

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Seriate..

I think these parts want the end..