A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Why do you call me Dion?

"Dion.. Is Nadira really pregnant?" melinda asked on the way home.

Dion turned to Melinda and focused on the street again. He did not answer because he felt like something had changed from Melinda the noisy girl.

"Dion, I'm talking to you.."

Hearing something he had never heard made him even more upset. On the edge of the car on the side of the road.

"Lohs.. How quit? my house is still far away from Dion.."

Dion stared intently at Melinda, making her shudder.

"Why do you call me Dion?" dion asked coldly.

Melinda cleared her throat holding a happy smile for succeeding with her plan.

"Why not."

"Why do you call me Dion?" dion asked once again to make Melinda want to laugh even more.

"Because that's your name Dion.." Melinda keeps pressing the word 'Dion' every time she says it.

"Oh s hit.." Dion hit the steering wheel venting resentment at him. I don't know why she doesn't like Melinda calling her name.

"Don't call me Dion." he added.

"So what should I call you?"

Because he was still upset, he opened his seatbelt and faced Melinda. "Call me as usual."

"But I don't think Ion is necessary.. That call I tried to forget as much as how I felt about you."

Hearing that suddenly growled and leaned toward Melinda made the owner of the waves even difficult to breathe, even Melinda squeezed the end of the skirt she was wearing to withstand the nervousness created.

"Call me like a regular." That look is getting colder.

"But.."

"Gue doesn't take any reason."

"Oppa.." said Melinda softly and managed to make Dion stay away.

Dion put his seatbelt back on and drove Melinda home. Before Melinda got home, Dion said Melinda had to video call as usual.

Of course it makes Melinda happy but must be able to maintain the attitude in front of Dion.

After driving Melinda home, she immediately darted to the residence of papa Surya rest until morning.

...****...

Nazeef and Nina are also in the car.

"We'll pick Risa up first yes, I'll take her home too."

Nina was flabbergasted to hear that, how could Nazeef make her one car with Risa?

"I'm down ahead of that. I can ride ojol." said Nina coldly.

"No, we live in a building where you get down here."

Nina looked at Nazeef sharply. "Lo don't be crazy Zeef, you said you wanted to change why?"

Nazeef smiled amusedly looking at Nina's face. "Yes, but you should know that Risa's my most loyal girl and accepts me for who I am so I should appreciate her feelings even though my heart is for you."

"Muzzit."

"Seriously, you can say that Risa's honey and I'm putting you together."

"Crazy!!! the story is like a race to write the theme novel 'Share Love'. It's grumpy."

Nazeef chuckled without answering as he focused on the streets.

Like Nazeef said that he would pick up Risa at the cafe and drive her home.

The atmosphere in the car was silent but gripping because both Risa and Nina were insinuating and glaring at each other.

The first wife and the second wife meet.

After driving Risa inside to Adaan in the car back in silence. Even Nina deliberately closed her eyes because she did not want to be disturbed by Nazeef.

Lying when his heart is fine. In front of his eyes Nazeef was kissed by another girl. And Nazeef himself just silently received treatment from Risa.

Foolishly he could do nothing about this body as if he was betraying it with his heart. His body was pretending to be strong looking at it.

"Soah by Na." Nazeef built Nina up gently.

Nina, who pretended to open her eyes, opened her seatbelt and opened the car door.

"Open Zeef's door" Nina slurs because the car door is locked.

Nazeef pulled Nina and clenched her tightly saying an apology repeatedly.

What answer should he give Nazeef?

Why does Nazeef know he loves this playboy guy?

And again his body betrayed. Why should I nod?

...****...

Morning was not as usual. Nadira was already in the bathroom spewing out all her entrails.

"Ooeeker.. Ooeek..."

Qenan who was still asleep was immediately raised when he realized it was the voice of the wife, he went into the bathroom.

"Still nauseous?" qenan asked while kneeling the neck of Nadira.

Nadira shook her head cleaning her mouth in the sink. "It's not usually vomiting."

After speaking like that he reflected a pale face and messy hair.

"Why am I so ugly?" nadira asked in the mirror and made Qenan shake his head.

"Miss.."

"Hem.."

"I'm ugly.."

"Continue?"

"You're not gonna get me, are you?"

Qenan sighed then hugged Nadira from behind. Inhaling deeply the distinctive scent of Nadira's body around her neck.

"You're so enchanting how can I do you?"

"Seriously? if I get fat after giving birth?" nadira asked because he had read the article weight change bada women after giving birth.

"What's fat especially in this part and this." said Qenan squeezed in the second part of the asset that hung on his chest and buttocks.

"Qenan.. Why are your hands so perverted?" cebok Nadira distanced himself from Qenan.

But his steps came to a halt because Qenan had already blocked his hand. "Where are you going?"

"Well, stay away from you."

"Related?"

Nadira pouting. "This queen is noon, you take a shower.. I took a shower."

"Morning kiss first."

"Enak.. Pay."

Qenan did not answer but went out of the bathroom to pick up the wallet on the nightstand.

Opening her took out some rectangular flat objects and handed them to Nadira.

"For what?" nadira was confused.

"You said you had to pay."

Nadira throws and then goes out of the bathroom and locks Qenan in the bathroom and threatens not to kiss if Qenan has not taken a shower.

Finally Qenan succumbed to the bath and heard the door return unlocked.

Finished shower qenan did not get the wife in the room but her school uniform was already available on the bed. He also wears it to prepare himself to go to school.

"Where's pa?"

Papa Reno simply pointed with his chin pointed towards the two women who were engrossed in front of the stove.

"Don't put the knife on, it'll float if it bothers them."

Qenan. "Rara is not that pa.." He approached Nadira and hugged from behind as was his custom in the apartment.

Nadira who knows Qenan's habits as well as his habits rubbed Qenan's hair with affection.

Both of Qenan's parents were made dumbfounded by the spoiled treatment of his mere puppets. They did not expect that their famous flat, cold, and king-of-the-jungle son looked as sweet as a kitten in front of their daughter-in-law, Nadira.

"What cooking?"

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Mom runs out of quota so late up her gaes..