I Know Your Secret's

You're Hard to Guess

Zayyan immediately pulled my hand without caring about the broken feelings of sexy beautiful women like Farah Eralat the woman who was morbid. Zayyan took me into his car, but still reluctant to go inside.

"why not come in?" zayyan asked in astonishment, I just kept quiet as I squeezed the jacket wrapped around my soaked body.

"hmm if I get in your car dirty" I said slowly making Zayyan laugh.

"when have you been this polite?? relax, you my wife wants this car dirty or not. Only you can get in this car," all the while tidying up my hair bangs.

"the next time someone bullies you, you should tell me quick." he slowly looked me over at me. I looked up at her eyes. "where did you know I was bullied?" askaku.

"i know from your best friend, Lisa. He ran to my college. I was so angry when I heard the explanation I ran here. You're brave, why don't you just fight him???"

"huft, what for? I'm like a bitch over there. Their gazes made my nyaliku shrivel. The look I hate so much is the same as before." I said, looking down at the floor.

Zayyan immediately hugged me, "already, we better forget it. Yok went home." he asked while opening the door. I looked at his shirt now as dirty as me, I held his hand.

"what's wrong?" asked Zayyan to look at my hand holding her hand and then look up at me.

"your clothes are so dirty, brother." I said staring at the oil stains on it. Although he looks dirty but the good looks of this man do not fade.

"let me." said indifferently and pushed me into the car. I clucked in annoyance at him who was trying to push me in.

Cih, there is no romance at all. gruntuku slowly. Zayyan immediately sat in the steering wheel seat while picking up the tissue box in the dashboard. I was stunned as the man wiped my face.

"beautiful" she smiled at me.

Jeez, her smile beats the sunlight.

"teri—" I turned to look at this man recklessly kissing me briefly and then pinched my nose slowly.

"yok" he said casually while turning on the car, I looked forward surprised to see Farah blocking our path

"fucking bit**!!!" sumpat Zayyan stared intently at Farah who was blocking our car.

I chuckled softly at Zayyan's swearing "kalem bro.kalem, catch my breath exhaling.." I cried while stroking my back to calm the man down.

"swear the girl no self-esteem times, chir." annoyed Zayyan

"just relax, don't be stupid. Oh Allah I didn't see you, brother," my trick again made Zayyan grow upset.

"Dianzayyan!!" shouted Farah. I immediately understood why Zayyan had suddenly kissed me, apparently someone uninvited was blocking our path. Farah must have seen it, right?

Obviously my husband is reluctant to get out or out of the car at this time. We just sat quietly inside leaving Farah screaming indistinctly.

"sister, you want a snack?" haggard me while opening the car dashboard. Zayyan gaped at the sight of many snacks in his car.

"how can then—"

"hehehe, I quietly put a snack in the dashboard, who knows there is an emergency situation like gini. As the saying goes, an umbrella is ready before the rain." I said proudly.

Zayyan laughed softly, then he turned on the car heater so I wouldn't get cold. We also enjoy snacks while listening to songs without caring about the crazy people in front of us.

"huft, until the magrib will not finish the deck, cih." Zayyan grumbled.

"it looks like you should go out first, brother, meet him" I said slowly.

"you have to come out as well" he said firmly.

It seems like this guy is very tired of waiting, without saying stale, the guy came out and told me to come out. I just followed my husband and hid behind him.

"shit, you're masang pellet is the same Zayyanku want to marry you huh?!" he shouted at me with a hateful look.

"i didn't say, don't bother him. What makes you hate him, huh?!" zayyan's circus, he seemed to be clenching his hands.

"luck you ladies, try that guy maybe I'll beat you up!!" sarcophagus again.

"Zayyan, you've changed because of this jal*** goddamn woman!!" he shouted again while pointing at me.

"not him but you. You should be ashamed of your current behavior Farah,huft.and remember one more thing, I am her husband Adibah Dasha Elnara Kamania Salsabilah, I am only her until I die though" said Zayyan confidently. Zayyan's words even make people who hear the noise even paperan.

Instead of being moved, I put on an expression of disbelief staring at him.

"Huh, you dreadlocks. His words are somewhat ridiculous". My coolness slowly made Zayyan look at me sharply. I immediately shrieked a clumsy smile at him.

"hehehehehe at peace" I whispered softly, Zayyan only sighed.

Farah said nothing but crying. Actually I feel a little sorry to see it, but the woman never learns from her mistakes.

"obviously? can we go?" asked Zayyan quickly, without further ado Zayyan immediately took me into the car and drove the car out of the campus.

I glanced outwards, clearly engraved my smile on the rearview mirror. Even though today my situation is clearly not okay, I could have cried again after they said I was not-unlike before even watering with oil. But, because this man beside me made me feel like someone was protecting me. Maybe I should be grateful that her presence made me feel comfortable with her.

Without feeling we have arrived in front of the house. Zayyan came out and circled the car and opened my door, "let's go down." he asked, extending his hand to me. I gladly accepted his hand.

"you why? how dirty is that?" I asked in shock at our appearance. Mom walked over to me and glanced at Zayyan. True as I expected, Zayyan gave the code to mother not to wonder at me about this made mother nod in understanding with the current condition. I smiled as if I didn't understand the code.

"our mother went inside first." said Zayyan to take me inside. But my mother stopped us from entering.

"what's wrong, ma'am?" many confused.

"ckckck, don't go in the house first, wash your feet first." mom told us to turn to each other.

"what are you waiting for, the woo uses a hose whistling first his feet. Go straight to the room!" mother's word again made us nod resignedly following mother's orders. Zayyan took off his shoes and walked towards the hose that was usually used to water the flowers. I followed Zayyan from behind.

"sirr brother also dong my feet" I said when I saw Zayyan cleaning his hands.

"clean yourself!" he refused and gave me his hose, I grumbled in anger by deliberately spraying the water on him.

"Dashaa!!!" he shouted, I laughed loosely while spraying water back towards him making Zayyan now drenched. Zayyan directly grabbed the hose from me and sprayed it at me. As a result we even play water while chasing. My mood improved again, as if I had forgotten the incident I had just experienced.

You are hard to guess, brother, you know when my mood is bad or good. Thank you dear husband.