Bismillah Love

My Husband You Lecturer's

"Mas... the father of the same mother when to leave??" Syafeera asked as she prepared breakfast for her husband

"morrow's possibility..."

"Yes, come to Green today." - Syafeera.

"Adinda also come yes." said Adinda who just joined.

"Yes, I want to invite you..."

"tumben, it's common that Sya doesn't ask not to be invited..."

"you're ready, I've finished breakfast, later in the 10s we leave"Titah Aydan, already know he's a flat, flat, rich toll road.. so don't ask how he's expression

Syafeera finished the kitchen, while the mother who washed the clothes finished with her home routine

Syafeera and Adinda also prepared, did not dare for long because they did not want to get a sharp gaze of Aydan who is like an ax to cut down a tree that was just ready in the grind. kebayang not that how sharp!!

After all is ready and say goodbye to the mother, they also leave. When he arrived in Green, Seemed to have many customers, Syafeera immediately used her Apron.it was no stranger to Syafeera, because this coffeshop exists because of his cold husband's hobby.

"Dinda why Donk... Don't you understand this??"

"wear his Apron only Din first. can help ask orders, as much as you can" replied Syafeera and in reply nod by Adinda.

Aydan also used his Apron, saw the list of orders stuck, then started the action, took a coffee according to the menu and made the next step.

"ok not ngabarin if I lose gini Nin..?" Ask Syafeera towards Nina

"No chance, here they are a group, students that.."

"OOO...."

"order table 8" said Aydan tell if one order is completed, and Angga immediately deliver it.

"Table order 12 no fried rice?? are you ready for Nin...??" ask Aydan

"already.". "while attaching the nasgor to the tray of the table order 12.

"Here let's go, Nina continued another order.."

"Let Angga.." stop Aydan

"no papa mas. let's hurry, there is still something to prepare, Angga also clean the table" Aydan nodded.

Syafeera to table no 12. carrying the intended order.

"excuse me brother, mas.ini His order.." said Syafeera kindly, while putting one order at a time on the table

"eh.. wait.." prevent one of the customers when Syafeera will move on.

"there's another order...??" ask Syafeera kindly

"new employee huh, just seen..??"

"it's been a long time, it's just a rarity up front" Syafeera replied

"beautiful.." praise her

"the gold there is an additional, let me note" said Angga voiced

"there is sich. but let him serve mas.." his reply.

Syafeera gestured that she had no problem, and was able to handle it, Angga went to the service desk, took the completed order, but previously told her what had happened at table 12.

aydan's face stiffened, leaving the new coffee in his concoction. Aydan watched from afar.

"can you ask for the phone number is not, so if you want to order more easily??"

"there's a mas, stamped on the cashier's desk, later on in the save only"

"Gun.he has sent another order" said a friend of the man.

"diem Lo.kan effort.." nudged Reno's shoulder

"calo number that is sanded can not discuss personal matters..."

Aydan stepped closer to Syafeera, embracing Syafeera's waist "what personal interests are there with my wife??" aydan asked flatly, but his gaze pierced

"Sir Aydan.." they were shocked.

Who does not wear an Aydan Atthallah, lecturer majoring in the Faculty of Economics and Business, teaches at the Chocolate Alma mater aka the Blue Campus, but also often fill seminars on various campuses.

"once again I ask, what personal needs are there with my wife..??" if Aydan's face is flat, different from Syafeera, he even grinned horses to see the surprise of customers who incidentally students as well, about the Faculty do not know dech.

"masyaallah. this beautiful sister is the wife of Mr. Aydan.." said another student, Trying to melt the tension.

"This Green has Aydan sir, and this is Syafeera, the wife of your PaDos..." Arga

"it does not need tension, just relax I just want to give you the info.." said Aydan.

"if so, excuse me first." added Aydan, and everyone nodded.

"if there is an additional Panggi yes." said Syafeera friendly

"well Mom..."

"good brother.." they answered simultaneously but not compact.

"call what's that delicious nich..??" ask one of the corner students

"how good it is, hehe she is also still a 4th semester student..." Reply Syafeera with a fluffy smile, and the answer made them gawk mass.how not, Isti sir lecturer is his student.

"how do I not fight, adek force guys.." overwrite Gunawan who had teased Syafeera.

"dare to digombalin, ready at the beat Lo.." reply Reno.

Enjoying this afternoon with a cup of coffee, had been upset because the gombalin turned out to be the wife of people, the wife of the lecturer of the seminar on his campus.

"Pay sana Gun..."

"don't I. be ashamed.."

"let's go with it..."

It turned out that Nina was sanded, they also breathed a sigh of relief. But a second later Nina's position was taken over by Syafeera.

"just relax kak.." said Syafeera "Sya still eat rice kok, do not want to eat people" slorohnya

"can be the wife of the lecturer.."

"don't kapok ya. jajan here"

"no. delicious menu, Instagramebel again, the price is affordable the same pocket of college children"

"but kok pak Aydan is not the right promo at the seminar" Syafeera only replied with a smile

"it was a seminar cuy. not an announcement"

"but as far as we know the status of Mr. Aydan singgle lah.. ya new ??"

"about 7-8 months...."

"delivery..."

"eh wait, like his face is not foreign. still remember not the same I.." said a student.

"you're Syafeera representing the chocolate alma mater at the national debate show right??" add to it

"he sis." replied Syafeera while focusing on her cashier calculator

"i follow along too, but guarantee dech you don't remember, we lost. hehehe"

"so how many nich are all of them ??"

"Free brother..." Shawan Syafeera

"Free...??" ask them compact

"there is a mandate from My Husband You Lecturer (Suami ku, your lecturer) this time free, consider it our wedding thanks." explained Syafeera with a friendly smile

"Bu Lecturer.your smile.." praise one of the students, and quickly get a toyoran on the head of his friends.

"Wooii..prepared to be amuk with Mr. Aydan...??" said another student

Syafeera and Nina even chuckled..

"Don't kapok ya.." said Nina.

"sir will kapok sak.. let alone Free..hehehe"

"if we excuse you, say thank you to Mr. Aydan. and hopefully SaMaWa..."

"aamiin.." they said together.

Finished with Syafeera's cashier business heading for Aydan's room, Tampa's preparation Syafeera rests on Aydan's lap, and is quite shocking for Aydan.

"Sya..again mocked our reception preparation" but Syafeera instead embraces her hand to Aydan's neck.

"Yes...." And this time Syafeera instead immersed her face into the chest of Aydan's field.

Aydan shifted his laptop, then turned his chair to turn his back to the door, not wanting the action of the wife in view by someone who just bus into his room.

Aydan clasped his hands around Syafeera's waist..."what's up..??"

"pampered desire..."

"later tonight mas pamper, not now, ads that again mas do.."

"if the night is different, it is not pampering, but tiring..."

Aydan shook his head to look at the wife's behavior.

Suddenly Aydan twisted his chair, making his dizzy...

"iih mas dizzy nich.." nagging Syafeera

They chatted, laughed, even the sound of their laughter was heard to the outside, the ones outside could only shake.

"in the understanding, it is still the anget angelnya." said Adinda

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