A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

I'm the one who's wrong.

"Qenan.. What time are you leaving tomorrow?" nadira asked after she finished making love to Qenan.

When it reached Kuala Lumpur, the driver who was sent papa Surya delivered in one of the Apartments, as well as Dion and Nazeef.

"Why ask that? can't wait to get away from me?"

Deg

"It's not so Nan.." There was nothing wrong with Qenan's question, it was he who kept feeling guilty about what to do here.

Nadira further hid the face behind Qenan's chest. His heart felt guilty.

"Hey.. Why be sad? I was just kidding, baby.. Your attitude just seems to justify my question."

Oh my God, I want Nadira to cry now. But he had to hold Qenan back from suspecting him.

"Qenan.."

"Hem." Qenan continued to rub Nadira's head fondly.

"If one day I make a mistake, will you forgive me?" tanya Nadira makes Qenan stop his affectionate strokes and rewind Nadira's body so that he can see his face.

He caught Nadira's face and looked up at Qenan. "Look at my eyes, Ra."

This is what Nadira wants to avoid, from the first if he is lying or hiding something then he cannot look into the eyes of his interlocutor.

Finish with Nadira.

"Look at my eyes Rara." Qenan's tone was soft but firm in Nadira's ears.

Frightenedly Nadira looked into Qenan's sharp eyes. The heart that always rhymed shahdu sipped his chest but made him happy when he was near the husband grew more and more when the eyes looked at him with a probing gaze.

"What are you hiding from me?"

The question stuck in Nadira's heart. Those sharp brown eyes kept looking for answers from Nadira's gaze.

"Stay in my eyes Nadira." jolted Qenan as Nadira turned the other way.

Feelings of guilt are increasingly bubbling up plus he is holding something in the eye so as not to spill. Trying my hardest not to blink because the water was already pooling filled his eyelids

"My answer is Nadira, I know you're hiding something from me."

"Qenan.. I'm sorry."

Qenan. "I need your answer, not your apology. What are you hiding from me." Rigorously.

Nadira could not bear, the tears that he weaved have now flooded his smooth cheeks. "I'm sorry" she said, clutching her husband's body.

What else should he doubt about Qenan's love? look now, Qenan knew that Nadira was hiding something from him but still treated her so gently.

Nadira felt a soft caress on her back that was still plain and it managed to make a Nadira tighten her cries even more.

"I love you Qenan, really."

"I know, don't cry. Same story with me."

Long enough Nadira cried in the arms of Qenan, after which he ventured to tell her about the purpose of coming here not only to see the exhibition of Dion's paintings, but there is something that must be completed.

"No, I don't agree with Ra." jolted Qenan, his face turned flat and cold.

"But nan, I have to apologize and thank her for everything she did for me and mom."

"Then? should I let my wife talk to another guy? You know, what's in you if you accidentally touch another guy, I don't let alone let you two in one room."

Look, how possessive her husband is, there is a sense of pleasure in Nadira's heart to hear that. But it's not the time he's flattered right now.

"Please understand Nan.."

"understand? you should know me Ra, what my struggle can not you understand? from the beginning you asked me to fight you I understood your demands, but look.. Why can't you understand me? have you not known me all this time? It's like fighting alone in a relationship." Qenan got up and put on his clothes one by one which was scattered on the floor.

While Nadira was still fixated on digesting every word that came out of Qenan's lips while looking at what Qenan did.

"Clean your body and rest. Don't wait for me to come home." said Qenan coldly.

Brakes

The door closed violently making Nadira terjangkat concurrently nanar gaze towards the door. That night Nadira slept curled up behind a blanket with her innocent body.

I'm the one who's wrong.

Tears unceasingly accompany sleep tonight.

...****...

Qenan walked towards the apartment Dion and Nazeef were in. That fist proved how emotional he was right now. Who would love his wife to be loved by another man?

He could not figure out why Nadira wanted to see the man.

Want to apologize?

Sorry for what?

Wanna thank?

Thanks for what?

Everything the man did was not Nadira's wish, was it? or maybe Nadira apologizes for feeling sorry for knowing the man's feelings and wants to return the love?

Then what about her?

And maybe Nadira wants to thank you for being loved by that man. Such a great love.

Then what about her?

Even this love was too deep for Nadira.

Why does Nadira not understand him?

Didn't understand her love.

The door opened after several times Qenan rang the bell of the apartment. He saw the messy appearance of Nazeef who he knew was also experiencing the same heartbreak as he seemed.

"Where's Dion?" he sat his ass down on the living room couch.

"She's in the prima building ready for her show tomorrow."

His eyes caught two bottles of liquor on the table. He also took it. Right now he wanted to forget his troubles for a moment.

"Why are you drunk boy? there's Nadira."

"Gue nginep here." he said then downed the drink directly from the bottle.

"There problem? same story with me."

Qenan. "Drink again with me. We forget the girls who never understood our feelings." Again Qenan downed the drink.

Nazeef who also wanted to forget the heartbreak of being a witness Nina soan with Arga certainly did not refuse let alone himself had also started to get drunk before Qenan came.

Nazeef was carrying two bottles of liquor that he had stored in the kitchen cabinet. Deliberately carrying two bottles because he knew that Qenan and himself would be completely drunk after spending two bottles of liquor.

"Nina's a hypocrite, she said she was the same Arga but her love was the same me." Nazeef began to wave curses amid his unconsciousness.

"Lo knows, my wife wants to meet another guy. Was his brain so slow that I didn't think what would happen if I met him?"

The chatter was increasingly heard with tears that had washed their faces.

Not only the love story that unfolds there but the complaints of his tiredness into adulthood.

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