A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

I want to make love in the open.

Knowing the phone died, he finally chose to ride the motorcycle. His heart grew riled up as the motorcycle brought him closer to the apartment building where Qenan lived.

His chest was back when the motorcycle stopped. "This is the cost, thank you" he said sincerely to his subscription taxi driver.

"This is Dir's change."

"For the sake of mang."

The eye sparkle is very visible from the eyes of the taxi driver. "Thank you Dir, tomorrow the wife can buy rice. Thank you very much Dir.. " Thank you continue to say until Nadira says just want to be prayed for may always be healthy to mang Amad.

Fretted.

Fearful.

And feel guilty.

That's how Nadira feels now. Walk slowly to neutralize the heartbeat from earlier do not want to be friendly with him.

After exiting the elevator to Qenan's apartment unit, he further slowed his pace.

Repeatedly inhale the air deeply and then exhale slowly as well. Brave to press the password buttons of the apartment.

The door opens with the dark of the living room. There was a sense of relief because Qenan had not come home, he crept into the wall looking for the location of the light switch

"Qenan.." Pekik Nadira was surprised half to death because the person he was not ready to meet was already in the apartment.

Nadira kept trying to swallow the salivary which he thought very hard. He continues to gather courage to face problems and admit mistakes.

He moved his legs toward Qenan and sat across from Qenan. The look of Qenan's eyes seemed to stab his heart and heart out.

That look was really piercing.

Qenan smiled obliquely seeing Nadira sitting across from him instead of sitting next to him.

Is there another guy Ra?

Both chose silence, Qenan wanted to see how far Nadira tried to admit her mistake

Nadira chose silence for fear of continuing to whack and wait for Qenan to start the conversation.

Thirty minutes later no one opened their voice. Qenan mende was legitimate as a sense of disappointment filled the mind.

Qenan got up without a care Nadira who was staring at him.

"Qenan.." call Nadira

Qenan stopped stepping as if there was a breath of fresh air hoping Nadira explained and apologized to him.

"Where are you going?" nadira asked to disappoint Qenan again.

"You sleep, it's not good for you who just came home" he said, continuing his steps to the balcony in his room.

But he turned his body towards the kitchen looking for something he needed for a tranquilizer. After finding her he went straight into the room.

Nadira saw what Qenan brought to the room and then took a small glass following Qenan in the room.

When she entered the room she saw the balcony door open and made her come to her husband.

True his guess, now Qenan is looking at the city of Jakarta from above here turned his back on him. And one glass of booze in his hand.

Nadira saw the bottle on the table. He sat his ass there and poured the drink in the glass he was carrying and purposely put the glass to the table a little hard so that Qenan would realize his presence.

And sure enough, Qenan turned his body around seeing the origin of the sound. His eyes glared at Nadira about to drink the liquor.

With a quick movement on the edge of the glass until it floated to the corner of the balcony.

"What the fuck are you Rara." he said high staring Ngalang to Nadira who was still in control of his surprise.

"I just want to have a drink with you" he replied softly. Actually, it was just provoking the attention of Qenan to want to talk to him.

"Are you crazy? how can I let you drink that forbidden drink?"

"You drank it too, didn't I ever tell you that if I saw you drunk, I'd drink with you?"

"Damn.." he put down his glass roughly and sat down next to Nadira.

"Qenan, I know I was wrong.. I left without your permission but Papa Surya told me to take care of Om Wido. He's sick and his best friend's gone."

"On what basis can you judge that I won't allow it? and why should you take care of her?"

"Sorry." great-granddaughter, Nadira really doesn't want to argue.

"I'm sorry? sorry for which one is Ra? to leave without my permission? or sorry that you took care of another guy? or late to come home and let your husband wait for you at home for two hours?" cecar Qenan brought out grunts on his wife.

Nadira was stunned to hear that, not a matter of early error but Qenan's question was heartbreaking to add a sense of regret and guilt.

"Two hours?" his murmur then stared inside Qenan's dark brown bead of eyes. It keeps eroding the distance between the two.

"I'm sorry Nan, I'm really sorry about this. I won't repeat it again. Sorry." Finally Nadira's defense collapsed, something that was held up now finally hurtled.

Nadira cried, for some reason if in front of Qenan he felt weak helpless.

Qenan sighed and held the wife who was crying because of her own actions. Seeing Nadira cry, how would he want to get angry? even the emotions were stifled from the afternoon yawned somewhere after seeing Nadira crying full of regret.

"Promise not to be repeated again." said Qenan and nudged Nadira in the arms.

"But you have to keep me legal."

Nadira unraveled the decapitation looking at Qenan with a pouting face.

"Why is there punishment?"

"Because that's life, what we're doing must be punishable."

"What is his punishment?"

"You want a bitter punishment first or a sweet one first?" tanya Qenan grinned.

Silence for a moment finally Nadira decided the bitter punishment first.

"Good choice." Praise Qenan.

"From tomorrow I pick you up for college, every hour I have to tell you about me and also send a picture of each time you are in college. I don't want you near another guy."

"Wido, or anyone.. And just as Dion doesn't smile or laugh."

Nadira's mouth gaping to hear the punishment and sure enough this is a bitter punishment as bitter as medicine from a doctor.

Seeing Nadira's mouth gaping like that was very tempting quickly he was ravenous lips that. Dilu mat and smashed greedily channel the annoyance that was held up from afternoon.

The fondle was released when Nadira almost ran out of oxygen stock in her lung cavity.

"And the other one don't gawk or gap in front of the other guy." he said incontrovertibly.

"Yes, but it has to be every hour?"

"Yes if you really want to be sorry."

Nadira nodded obediently, it's fine because he knew it was for his sake as well.

"Keep if the punishment is sweet what?" tanya Nadira innocently makes Qenan anxious.

"I want you. I miss you so much Ra.." he said with a heavy voice holding gai rah.

"Yes, come to my room, as my apology, and I will gladly serve you."

Qenan shook his head lifting Nadira's body into his lap. Tidied up the haircut then tucked into his earlobe.

"I don't want to be in Ra's room.." Again the heavy voice sounded sexy in Nadira's ears.

"So?"

"I want to make love in the open." (i want to make love in the open.)

"WHAT?!"

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