A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Let go of my wife

Nadira's sleep was disturbed when the Mentari rays burst in from between the curtains to dazzle the eyes.

Nadira blinked his eyes repeatedly until he realized to sleep all night with a plain body. Touching the next side hoping to feel warm means that Qenan sleeps next to him. But that hope was lost when his hand touched that part felt so cold.

"Qenan did not go home" he said softly and sat leaning on the headboard.

Nadira frowned at his dizzy forehead. "I have a fever?"

Nadira tries to get up to the bathroom. He grimaced when he felt the lower abdomen feel pain. He forced himself to clean up.

"Why does urination also hurt? my hip is also painful, does this affect it because ML is the same as Qenan? my back hurts too."

Finished cleaning himself and wearing clothes he saw his cellphone hoping Qenan gave news but it turned out it was just wishful thinking.

Slowly he tidied up the room that was already messy because of their actions last night.

He sighed reading a message from Papa Surya who said he was waiting at the restaurant on the ground floor of their apartment. Her footsteps slowly walked out of the apartment towards Dion's apartment.

"Dion, Qenan is there?" nadira asked after Dion opened the door and would take Nadira along.

"No, he went with Nazeef earlier. Maybe to the Great Cafe here."

Nadira let out a long sigh regretting her own deeds. Intending not to meet that person even the circumstances that bring them together.

"Lo why Dir? your face is pale to know."

Nadira nodded weakly. "Just dizzy."

"Do I want to call you, right, Qenan? you're so pale Dir.."

Nadira nodded again. "Gue is okay. Let's go downstairs, papa's been waiting."

For a moment he should look fine and allow Qenan to calm his mind.

...****...

Dion continued to watch as Nadira looked pale and limp. Because he was curious, put the back of his hand to Nadira's forehead, and sure enough his guess when Nadira was feverish and there was a problem with Qenan.

"Papa's children.. How are you guys resting?" ask papa Surya.

"Lumayan." replied Nadira ambiguously.

"Yes, that's it." replied Dion.

"Nadira, are you sick?" papa asked Surya as he also realized there was something different about him.

"Jetlag pa."

Papa Surya mangosteen. "Oh, abis breakfast rest again, if you want to see the exhibition during the day or afternoon. Where are Qenan and Nazeef?"

He and Nadira glanced at each other. "Ep.. To his cafe pa." replied Nadira as Dion said earlier.

They ate in silence, there was also someone who made Nadira and Qenan quarrel last night. There was no longer any intention to speak personally with his papa assistant.

Dion finished breakfast pamit first because the exhibition of his paintings will soon begin and before long papa Surya paid to meet his coworkers first before marrying Dion's mother.

Papa Surya also gives Wido orders to keep Nadira for as long as he leaves. Not without reason papa Surya wants Wido to keep him, not a certain intention. It was only because Qenan was not there.

Tap forgot Dion sent a message to Qenan that Nadira was alone and had a fever.

...****...

And this is where Nadira, in one room with Wido. The man who's been protecting her all along.

How did Nadira know all that?

Nadira found out when he took care of Wido when he was sick some time ago. Accidentally looking at a photo of herself and Mama Melati. At first thought that Wido liked Mama Melati, but he was wrong because many photos of him there.

Nadira's body continues to feel weak even cold sweat continues to pour on his forehead. The cramping of her painful and hot stomach and hips had already snatched the defenses of her legs to stand up leaving the room.

Nadira did not want any misunderstanding between them.

"Dira.. You all right?" tanya Wido was worried to see Nadira immersing her face on the table with one hand in her stomach as if holding back pain.

Nadira looked up and nodded weakly. "I'm fine." After answering, he returned to his position.

"Let's let my brother go home" Wido said, getting worried when he heard Nadira grimacing.

Nadira looked up again to see Wido already standing beside her.

"Please call Qenan bang."

...****...

Early in the morning Qenan and Nazeef were tidy and would visit two great cafes in Kuala Lumpur. For a long time he did not visit the cafe that was here.

"Gue mending pack English boy rather than Malay, I don't mean." lamented Nazeef when just welcomed the Manager.

"Be quiet, not when we're complaining here." Qenan continued walking even though many eyes were watching them.

After 6 months he did not visit, of course many changes in his cafe including his own employees.

"Over long no see boss."

Qenan nodded but Nazeef nudged his arm. "Lo knows boy?" nazeef whispers.

The furious Qenan hit Nazeef's head. "Your job is to master the language outside of Zeef. Gosh darn.. How can you be my personal assistant?"

Nazeef grimaced yet grimaced. "Sorry, I can speak a foreign language but I don't learn Malay."

Qenan did not respond. "What's the state of the cafe for these 6 months, brother? is there any serious problem?" Qenan spoke with Malay dialect.

"Bule Melayu." ledek Nazeef upset Qenan.

Eventually Qenan chose to use English to discuss the Great Cafe. How the trend in Kuala Lumpur to Qenan choose the near future to redecorate his Cafe.

After that they choose a delayed breakfast first and then visit another Great cafe.

He admitted that it was not in vain to bring Nadira here because they could all work. In the end, their relationship was troubled.

Qenan's chest suddenly felt tight considering the incident last night and there was a sense of regret leaving Nadira alone all night.

If last night was not drunk, he would not be able to sleep because he was used to having Nadira in his arms. And this morning when he woke up in a pillow bolsters in his arms.

Wait a minute, I'm just working for a while. After that, we need to talk from heart to heart. Qenan's great-grandson in heart.

...****...

Repeatedly Nazeef sighed seeing Qenan's disheveled face from last night first entering his apartment.

Until the morning was like there was no spirit to live the day. Until now, he deliberately took over the wheel because Qenan much daydreaming.

"Make it better if you can't stand far from the brother-in-law boy." he said and nodded by Qenan.

At least he felt calm Qenan nodded it means his best friend will indeed make up for Nadira.

"Gue doesn't know what your sister-in-law's problem is, either, but lo as a husband must be more patient especially sister-in-law pregnant young and you must know that brother-in-law now so spoiled and want her to understand him continue."

"And you should know, if the girl prioritizes feelings instead of logic boy."

Like his skills approaching girls and now that skill he passed on to his best friend.

"Kc.. Why do you pinter when it comes to girls?" qenan's successful question made Nazeef open.

"Quiet boy, after we get back from there I'm sure I pinter everything."

...****...

Qenan clucked and activated the phone that he accidentally deactivated from last night. His eyes were so many messages from his wife.

Rara :

*where are you?

Don't be angry for long, huh? sorry I don't understand you.

Qenan, I'm having breakfast with Dion, papa, just like him. Come here.

Qenan, Dion's gone.

Qenan, papa's gone too. Here we both live because papa asked him to take care of me.

You where? get me Nan.

Please, don't be angry. Hurry and pick me up.

Qenans.. 😭😭*

His heart became worried thinking about his wife. Moreover, the emoticons of Nadira's last message increasingly make his heart not careless. Once again he cursed himself if already the emotions in someone must want an outlet and avoid a moment to forget the events that make him emotional.

Then he opened a message from his best friend, Dion.

Dion :

*Qen, where are you? I'm going to the exhibition. Quickly here. Don't be selfish just because of a problem that can be said well. You know how crazy my work is, right? I think Nadira is alone after this.

Nadira has a fever and her face shoots. We're in room number 03 at the apartment restaurant*.

"We're going to Zeef's apartment now."

"Yes, why are you?"

"Rara's sick."

The car they rented drove fast. Qenan looked silent but the face and fist proved how much he was worried and angry with himself.

I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to Rara. Yeah, Lo is selfish this time Nan. Qenan continued to curse himself along the way.

Until the car did not stop perfectly but Qenan had opened the car door and exited the car with the door closed hard.

"Oh God.. Selepeuw very lo Qenan." Nazeef grumbled in surprise.

The road rushed to the room where Nadira was. Even the door of the room was slammed open as hard as his jaw that saw something unexpected.

"Take my wife off."

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Seriate...

*Pardon mom who last night only 1 chapter.

Mom really gabut*.

Om Wido