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Already prepared and wearing their own clothes, the backpack is already beautifully wrapped on the shoulders of the girl looks fresh this morning with hair not completely dry.
Enjoying breakfast without communication between the two of them, despite sitting at close range. Arman was reluctant to stare at Sachinta because the race wanted to have his mind occupied from morning.
"Depart first, sir" said Sachinta to finish his breakfast, and move from sitting after pushing the chair first.
"Wait" said Arman and helped push the chair so that it could go together.
"I don't want to be together, I want to ride a motorcycle" said Sachinta, not in the mouth by the man who pulled his hand away together.
Bidding first to the housekeeper, Arman opened his wife's door and pushed her in. Can only grunt annoyed at the actions at will of the vice principal of his school, Sachinta put the shitbelt roughly, watching the middle man turn the front of the car to the steering door.
"Why? don't like?" tanya Arman has been accused at the steering wheel, staring at Agadi beside him.
"Where is there? it's a smile" Sacinta said showing all her teeth, smiling falsely.
"Bring this for your allowance, if it runs out you can ask again" said Arman shoving money on his wife.
"Think, you are not Papa so you do not need to give money. I also still have money from Papa at the ATM sent every month" Sachinta casually refused.
"You're my wife, it's my duty to finance you. So give back all the money that Papa-in-law gave you and turn in your ATM too" Arman explained.
"Eh, it's nice of you to say. This is my money and Papa is loving every month, I'm the same father only to heal the Father later if the Father has healed also I go to be a wife yayang Kiki" smiled Sasa while imagining, I'm happy, makes Arman upset.
"Darling Kiki, yayang Kiki! stop talking rich! you deserve to talk rich to me!" firmly Arman ignited emotions, startling Sachinta directly holding the chest.
"Shock me" cried Sachinta stroking his chest.
"You can't do it in a hallucination again, can you?" arman looked at Sachinta.
"LUSTY!" arman snapped loudly, frightening for Sachinta rounding his great eyes.
"Please sir, the patient man has wide eyebrows" cried Sachinta ordered the left palm rubbing the chest of the man looking at him furiously.
"It's not easy to make him understand" Arman's inner self.
Holding Sachinta's hand still over his chest, Arman pulled him closer and began to look at him. Closing his lips to the lips of the girl in front of him, unlike the first time at the top, now Sachinta seemed dissolved in susana and closed his eyes enjoying the warm touch of her husband's lips.
Slowly change guide in order to enjoy each other, no longer remember the time spinning has made the shop late to come to school. The hand slowly daring to do more on the girl's body began to awaken and hold her husband's hand.
Swallowing the rough salivary, resuscitating himself and sitting leaning straight ahead, Sachinta's heart exercising again in the morning. Run, jump without being in control. Clenching his lips, Sachinta could still feel what he had just experienced.
"We're leaving now" Arman said, turning on the vehicle's engine.
Only a nod of the head was given Sachinta by still looking straight ahead without daring to turn his head. Together heading to the school with silence enveloping between them, Arman keeps driving while occasionally clearing his throat to relieve himself.
Some time traveling, they have arrived at the school and entered the gate parking the car in the parking lot of the special vehicle of the teacher. Rushing Sachinta grabbed the bag in the back seat and held it tightly in front of the chest.
"There is no yayang Kiki, if until I see you close to him then I will do more than that" Arman reminded without turning his head.
"I, yes" stamped for the first time, Sachinta replied.
Walking down the corridor, Sachinta cradled his backpack and held his lips imagining everything had passed. Still very soft Arman's lips are also hands that touch his chest without permission or permission. The body temperature turns heated, conscious by shaking his head quickly and then running to class.
Arman, who does not want his wife to be punished for being late, follows her to class. And sure enough Sachinta was immediately reflected many questions in a tone of anger by Raisa, a beautiful math teacher who is now teaching in her class.
"Sachinta helped me, for that he was late" suddenly a typical male voice came from the middle of the classroom door, all eyes were staring at the same time, as well as Sachinta but immediately lowered his face.
"Sir Arman?" raisa exclaimed, then walked over to the man she liked, the same man became the talk of the entire school that said if the two had a romance.
*Who likes the genre rich gini, I have a recommendation of a very good novel titled Guruku Imamku" by Muh. Iqram Ridwan's. Guaranteed really cool and still new angel angel rich fried new in lift. Kuy is kepoin..**