A SECRET WIFE of High School Children

Yeah, I forgot to kiss you

And here they are, in a city park not far from their apartment which is still in one building other than Dion and Melinda.

"We'll be one of the mats." Nadira said interrupting.

"Can't!" tell the three guys at the same time.

Suddenly makes the three girls look at the beloved boy.

*Haisshh. I asked to sit down with that so Qenan does not omes.

What if Nazeef attacked me again? how is he an expert.

What the fuck are they? I'm still nervous near oppa*.

Quickly the boys took over the mat in the hands of the girls and looked for their respective stalls.

Nadira approached Qenan with two paper bags filled with food.

"This is on the chicken marrow of your order Nan" he said and sat opposite Qenan.

Qenan thundered at seeing Nadira not sitting next to him. "Moving."

Tuh.. What I said.

Nadira shakes. But the gaze of Qenan's eyes made his guts shrill, making him rise up and move to sit next to Qenan with a distance of a few fingers.

Qenan who felt anxious then lifted Nadira to sit on his lap.

"Qenan.. It's in a public place, you know.."

Qenan hugged Nadira from behind in a sitting position. Inhaling the fragrant body of Nadira deep because the fragrant body Nadira is what he will miss. Not only that, everything was on Nadira.

"Qenan. geli.." whine Nadira because Qenan has kissed her neck.

Finally Qenan relented after hearing the sound of singing from inside Nadira's stomach. "OK, sorry.."

Nadira breathed heavily and descended from Qenan's lap to prepare the dimsum he had specially made for Qenan.

In a different field Nazeef was smiling watching Nina eating a snack while answering a chat that he believed the person who sent the message was Arga.

Of jealousy? sure is.

But how else?

"Do you like Arga?" nazeef asked, there was a pain in his heart when asked like that.

Nina turned her gaze to look at Nazeef. "Like, he's good." he said, then looked back at his phone.

Nazeef smiled. "Lo is fine if I don't exist" he said.

"Should be happy, if it's right I turn back your heart turned out to be for Arga.. By the way I'm rather than, don't sacrifice your feelings."

Nina heard it instantly save her phone back then nodded.

At the square not far from Qenan and Nazeef where Dion was.

He still looks nervous and misbehaved, indeed his brain is now completely contaminated with the heresies of Nazeef.

Fucking nazeef.

"Len."

"Yes.."

"Why are you diem?"

"Because of oppa diem."

After hearing Melinda's reply, Dion fell silent again.

"Gue tipped my heart when I left later ya.." said Dion seriously staring at Melinda.

Of course Melinda is happy to hear that but the circumstances are different, it is no longer the same.

"Don't oppa, keep your taste. If there's one out there that's so much better than me then keep it." Melinda tried to smile.

"Why? isn't this what you want?"

Melinda nodded. "Yes, but feelings can change for two years, right? so don't force if oppa finds a better one than me."

...****...

Two days have passed and today is the first day of the National Examination.

Just like the days before, when Qenan was still asleep he had already provided school uniforms for her.

After that, he sat in the kitchen cooking for breakfast. Thinking of their time together for only a month left her chest tight.

It was his fault for asking Qenan to let him stay in Indonesia while Qenan was in America.

Nadira gasped as she felt two burly hands coiling around her stomach.

"You have nothing to do." Nadira cheated but still let Qenan roam spoiled on him.

"Where are you Ra? is there still any excessive pain?" qenan asked while tightening his arms and his head was already in the niche of Nadira's neck.

Nadira stroked the head of Qenan because she knew that her husband liked to be treated this way.

"You calm down.. I am not pa-pa. Let alone Nan, I want to prepare rice with eggs."

"Alright Mrs Qenan Abraham, I let you go this time" said Qenan resigned to make Nadira laugh.

Nadira moved the fried rice to a plate with a beef-eye egg for Qenan and an omelet for her.

"What do you want to drink?" asked Nadira softly.

"Carrot juice is normal." pinta Qenan.

Nadira nodded then put in the carrot that he had cleaned first. Then he took a glass and wanted to make chocolate milk for her. But his movements stopped when he realized that what he put into the glass was pregnant women's milk.

He let out a long sigh letting the glass containing milk powder of pregnant women lie on the table in the kitchen and chose to provide juice for Qenan.

"This is Nan's juice." said Nadira grudgingly as he put a glass of carrot juice in front of Qenan.

Qenan noticed that what Nadira had done was sad, how unprepared they were when Nadira was pregnant but when he saw firsthand how the shape of the embryo of their prospective child made him happy even now the photo of the results of the USG is still stored in his wallet.

My fault!

"Are you okay baby?" ask her to Nadira who has turned moody.

Nadira nodded weakly. "I'm fine Nan."

Qenan got up and clasped his hands together Nadira, he looked up at Nadira who looked down at him with teary eyes.

"I'm really sorry dear. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have stressed you out and left you that night. (I'm really sorry, honey. It's all my fault, I shouldn't stress you out and leave you that night.)"

"Don't Nan, I just feel weak because we can't defend our son. Don't think about it anymore, now you're having breakfast and the spirit of the exam."

Qenan nodded then sat back down to finish his breakfast. After breakfast, he went to school.

Before leaving the apartment Nadira gave a lot of kisses on Qenan's face because he knew until now Qenan still felt guilty for the miscarriage that befell him.

"Don't think about it again.. Now you go to school."

"Yes Ra. You also carefully went to college. I'll pick you up."

Nadira nodded with her sweet smile.

Qenan exited the apartment but as he was about to enter the elevator he turned back to the apartment.

"Why come back again?" tanya Nadira who just put down the dirty dishes of their former breakfast.

"Some are left behind." said Qenan approaching Nadira.

"What nan? pencils, erasers, rulers I've been in your bags. What's your wallet? or hape?"

Qenan who was standing before Nadira also chuckled.

"Udah everything you call Ra.."

"Continue?"

"You."

"Me?" Nadira suddenly confused, what is with him?

"Yes, I forgot to kiss you yet."

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Seriate...

On Monday, don't forget the vote either..

Thank you for all your support..

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