A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Magazines

"Sonia?" muttered Qenan after getting a report from his men.

"Well, you know who he is?"

"Hem."

"But it's not my wife's fault. It was he who ruined my wife's happiness."

Nazeef sighed. "And it turns out that establishing a company is very difficult from selling clothes equally ready to eat and drink people, boy."

"We can't give it up. Keep following him, I'm afraid he'll be back in Indo during Dion's wife's pregnancy celebration, right?"

Nazeef nodded.

Not yet had they discussed the problem of the factory, the door of Qenan's workspace opened showing his beloved wife about to enter. Quickly hid reports of factory problems to keep his wife unsuspecting.

But wait, why his wife's face was pouting and increasingly surprised with Nina's wife also pouting sitting together on the sofa.

"Mi amor, is everything all right?" asked Qenan from his oversized chair, he felt the bigger the belly of Nadira more sensitive when about it.

"Don't talk to me, Nan. You're so annoying." Nadira concluded.

"What's? don't try to ask me, Zeef." said Nina staring intently at Nazeef.

Qenan and Nazeef looked at each other sensing that they had made a mistake. Nazeef got up to take Nina to his study. Qenan approached Nadira and clasped his wife's hand.

But both of his hands were tepis by Nadira. Not angry but angry at Nadira. "Don't pout, his lips will fall."

Qenan completely restrained his ruckus when Nadira glared at him, then in elus his wife's distended stomach when about to tepis made him say.

"Look at your Mommy, Mommy can't let Daddy greet you. Do you want Daddy to take it?"

Plaques

Qenan chuckled at the fierce face of Nadira and increasingly made his wife look adorable.

Cup

Cup

Cup

"Don't kiss." forbid Nadira even his hand to push Qenan's head away from her belly.

Qenan let out a long breath. "Well, now tell me what your husband's fault is, baby." He got up sitting next to Nadira and wanted to rub his wife's head but his hands were back on the edge by Nadira.

She gasps when Nadira pulls out a magazine from her backpack.

"Why is this magazine, baby?" ask Qenan curiously.

"Don't you see the cover of that magazine?"

Qenan frowned feeling he did not understand what Nadira meant.

"Still not understanding?" nadira asked with a look that made Qenan shake innocently.

Nadira breathed out violently. "Look at the cover of Qenan's magazine, why are you so glamorous?"

Qenan took the magazine. He looked carefully at the cover were himself and Nazeef. With the words 'Successful Business at a Young Age'.

There is nothing wrong with the cover of this magazine, so why is Nadira angry?

Qenan also thought hard what sentence will be said because he knew for sure Nadira will be more angry.

"Darling, look, I don't even smile on the cover."

"Together, what else is on instagram.facebook, and other social media. What is his comment. Hiisshh sox as a handsome."

Qenan looked at Nadira with anxiety. I want to feelbia laughing to see his wife's sullen face.

"Yes, ever since you've gotten so famous they say I don't deserve you. Not comparable."

What, true guess. Surely after being angry will cry like this moment. In the hug of the woman who was pregnant with her child. Letting him cry as he pleased after being calm would only speak to his wife.

"Honey, never mind those who say you don't deserve to be with me."

Nadira stared at Qenan intensely. "I'm afraid you're staying with me. They said, the man's test when they were at the peak of glory. They will be loyal to the woman who accompanies from the beginning or will look for another woman who is more attractive."

Qenan smiled and kissed Nadira on the lips. "Why am I looking for something else just because it's more interesting? you're so much more attractive than the women out there."

Nadira throbbed his lips because Qenan's answer sounded just chattering. "It looks like a lie. Where there I am more interesting than them. My nose is pug, my lips are dimble too."

"Qenaann.. It hurts." cried Nadira because Qenan bit her lower lip suddenly.

"Both of those things are his plus. Don't insecure. okay?"

...****...

In the Nazeef workspace. As usual Nina would nag Nazeef.

"That's why are you smiling on the cover of that magazine, huh?" tanya Nina pointed at the magazine on the table.

Nazeef himself scratched his head at the back feeling confused what to answer. His friendly character will of course smile when in the photo.

"To smile at her photographer, Na."

"Huh, you are. The proof is your boss can't smile."

"It's different, his smile is just for Nadira."

Nina flicked her waist with bulging eyes. "So you mean your smile to everyone?"

"Yes, it's important that my heart doesn't."

Nina pinched Nazeef's waist in annoyance. "Why is it like dangdut singing?"

Nazeef could only laugh because he was honest, although Nina often nagged him but the love never faded.

...****...

Before Nadira and Nina were in Qenan's office. Both have to go to campus because they have to collect assignments because the lecturer does not only want to be an email.

While on campus after handing over duties, Nadira and Nina eat in the cafeteria. Know what's going on in there?

The girls hysterically saw a photo of Qenan and Nazeef on the cover of the magazine. Even blatantly smelling pictures of their husbands.

"Crazy, it feels like I want to tease that girl who kissed Nazeef."

"My client knows not his lips." muttered Nadira.

There was even a girl approaching them showing the magazine and praising Qenan and Nazeef in front of them.

"Lo's husband is great, Dira. But I didn't pinjem?"

Nadira's eyes widened to hear that. With a feeling of annoyance, got up instantly seizing the magazine. So did Nina follow Nadira and take the magazine out of whomever it belonged to.

Throughout the trip the two pregnant women did not finish the grunt. Even hit the magazine right in the face of their respective husbands.

"Look, Nazeef would have mocked that. How could he smile there?"

"Haishis.. Don't you see my husband? sok spread the charm."

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