A SECRET WIFE of High School Children
Qenan
It seems like the sunlight this afternoon is so sticking out because it is clearly visible from a girl who is standing not far from the gate of KUSUMA BANGSA High School since back and forth wiping the sweat on her forehead.
"For a long time they came home." the girl grumbled.
The elite school bell was finally heard and before long many four-wheeled and two-wheeled vehicles were spewing out of the school.
"Elite schools are big, which come out big cars and motorcycles. At school, I rode a motorbike matic, wow."
He also stepped foot into the school by asking permission first to the security. Armed with the names of people he knew and influential in the elite school, Nadira finally got permission.
Many pairs of eyes staring at her wonder there is also a recognize her pretend indifferent and she does not care about it.
His steps came to a halt when he saw the people he was looking for even one of the people continued to stare without a smile but it was not that person he was looking for, he said, it was his sister who made him come to this elite school.
It was Nadira.
"Dion.." call Nadira making the owner turn towards Nadira.
When Nadira was close to Qenan, Nazeef, and Dion, he approached them and scattered in the arms of his sister.
Dion's.
"Nadira.. Lo why?" tanya Dion looked at Qenan who was already staring intently at her.
"Gue seneng today" said Nadira still not realize the husband had a fire beard.
"Why art?"
"Your name is included in 25 contemporary Indonesian artists in Galeri Prima, Bangsa, Kualu Lumpur, Malaysia." Sahut Nadira girang unravel hugs.
Dion's eyes were perfectly rounded. "So you really listin?"
Nadira nodded.
Dion pulls Nadira back in arms. "Oh God.. Thanks brother.. Thanks." Thanks."
For the first time Dion called Nadira with the title of brother in front of Nadira and it makes Nadira happy.
Last week when Nadira and Dion exchanged news, Nadira said the fun of listing one of the mosque's theme paintings in Dion's painting room to the painting competition and when entered the top 25 it will be exhibited at the exhibition in Malaysia.
"Ehem."
The two brothers realized that there was still someone else besides them.
"Qenan.." great-grandson of Nadira after their embrace unraveled.
"Is this just for Dion's hug?"
Nadira swallows the salivary forgetting this one person.
"Dion, I don't want to know you have to throw that jacket that has been hugged my wife." said Qenan indisputably and then pulled Nadira's hand away from Dion and Nazeef who were still sculpting.
"Crazy to have a brother-in-law who's jealous." grumbled Dion but he also opened the jacket he was wearing.
Nazeef chuckled. "Sort of don't know Qenan aja. oh yeah congratulations guys.. Your painting is indeed pantes there."
Dion nodded happily.
While in the car Qenan still sulking on Nadira makes Nadira confused about how to persuade her husband.
"Sorry Nan.."
Qenan. Again, he doesn't like his being touched by someone else.
A desperate Nadira ends up doing the same thing Dion did despite feeling very embarrassed.
"Ra." cried Qenan surprised and then opened the jacket he was wearing to wear to Nadira.
"Don't cry.. I'm inem because I don't want you to be the target of my anger Ra.."
Nadira nodded.
"Have you eaten?" ask Qenan again.
"Udah." said Nadira spirit.
Qenan smiled faintly. "Eat what?"
Qenan's lips curved to hear the food that the wife ate and his hands outstretched gently rubbed the flat stomach.
"Don't eat too spicy.. Not good."
Nadira nodded and leaned to kiss Qenan's cheek. "Let's go home."
Qenan nodded and started his car.
...****...
Arriving at Dion's house, he contacted Surya about his painting. He reported it because he wanted to prove that he could also achieve what he wanted and get a little attention from papa Surya.
There was a sense of happiness when Papa Surya said "Good, happy son. Ticket let om Wido who ordered, bring Nadira also with you."
Now Dion is confused to find a way for Qenan to let Nadira go with him.
He contacted Nazeef asking how Qenan would allow and like his luck to side with him. It turns out that Qenan will go to Lombok for the opening of the Great cafe there.
With great joy he informed Nadira through a message. So long he waited for his reply but there was no reply but did not mind the important thing he had told.
...****...
The Reno Abraham family. The little family will have a late lunch. More precisely the men who will eat.
Mama Sinta and Nadira look good at serving their husbands each provide food.
"Qen.." Nadira called Qenan gently after providing food for Qenan and sat down next to her.
"Hem.."
"Can I go to Malaysia with Dion?"
There was a loud thump from the spoon that Qenan used. "When?" Qenan's face turned flat and his voice sounded cold.
"Two days left."
"You're pregnant Ra.."
"And I was there with Surya too" said Nadira lirih. As expected, Qenan will not allow.
Qenan silently did not answer but continued eating again. Papa Reno and mama Sinta who saw Qenan's attitude could only sigh.
"There are papa's men who look after Nadira boy." papa Reno tried to persuade Qenan but still no answer.
Finished eating Qenan directly left the dining room to the room leaving those who were still there.
"Honey.. You are patient to face Qenan." said Mama Sinta and Nadira smiled sincerely.
"Yes ma.. I'm a regular Qenan gini."
"Yes, he looks like your father-in-law. Very possessive, mama is overwhelmed if again work must be followed papa." sibiran mama Sinta deliberately insinuated papa Reno.
Nadira who was reluctant finally asked for permission followed Qenan into the room.
He opened the door of the room and entered into Qenan invisible there but saw the balcony door open so he stepped there.
"Qenan.."
Qenan who was smoking realized Nadira was on the balcony immediately after smoking.
"Get in, cigarette smoke isn't good for you Ra.." Qenan leads Nadira into the room, she closes the balcony door and enters the bathroom.
Out of the bathroom Qenan looks fresher stepping into the wardrobe by casually wearing clothes in front of Nadira who is staring at him.
"When are you leaving?"
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