Jrat Love Pak Dosen

Chapter 13

Arshaka was silent unmoved at hearing a voice that was very similar to the voice of the former. Despite several years of separation, the man still remembered the voice. A voice that has its own characteristics and no one can imitate it.

"Sasha!"

Yes, only the owner of that name has a distinctive voice different from the others. It was that voice that had been making his heart beat and his blood rippled. Surprisingly, this morning there was no more heart beating and also blood rustling because of the sound.

Arshaka felt like she wanted to turn to the source of the sound because she was curious that the sound did not make her heart beat again. There may be others who also have the same sound features.

Shaka had not yet turned his head towards a voice similar to the voice of the former, his little wife came out with Azka. They're going to college together today. The little boy promised not to leave his parents, he would sit sweetly as long as the father worked and the mother attended the lecture.

"Sir Shania? It's been a long time?" Shaila was surprised to find her sister standing near her husband's car as they approached her and embraced.

Although Dewi differentiates her treatment of Shania and Shaila, the two children seem to get along because of the father's upbringing. Since childhood, they have been accustomed to love each other. No wonder the brothers were so close.

"Congratulations! Not really expecting a child to be a wife," said Shania still in the arms of her sister.

Shaila broke her embrace. She wants to introduce her husband and children. Therefore, after a hug missed the girl immediately called out to them.

"Azka here, honey. Invite the father too, want Mommy to know the brother Bubun," said Shaila when the boy continued to pay attention to him and the brother.

Azka drew his father's hand closer. However, Shaka refuses to get out of the car on the grounds of hurrying to campus. The man even left his son and wife just like that.

Finally, Shaila invited her sister in. They are now sitting sweetly in the family room that is still integrated with the living room. Shaila serves sweet tea with chocolate peanut butter sandwich toast.

Shania who had just arrived from outside the city felt hungry, so the bread ran out. Azka, who had been watching Shania since then, had her eyes rounded at once. During this time he was always taught to eat slowly even in a state of hunger.

"Aunty is hungry?" asked the little boy innocently.

Shania was embarrassed by being reprimanded by a child. The girl's face flushed in embarrassment. He really did not expect that such a small child turned out to be very intelligent.

"Azka can't do that, son. That's a disrespectful name" Shaila advised the child.

Azka looked down because she felt guilty, but not for a long time the boy immediately apologized. Shania is happy to forgive her new niece.

"I am a very lager. The last meal was at three o'clock in the afternoon before college, it was just a piece of bread. Coming home from college takes the bus right here" Shania told her sister.

"Why not eat on the street? Very tickle yourself."

"Not stingy, but up on the bus I immediately do the task until I fall asleep. Good thing the laptop is safe."

"Not it now? What assignment?" tanya Shaila who does not know about medicine, even though both her parents are specialists.

Shaila indeed since childhood does not like things that smell of medicine. The boy prefers cooking and studying economics. Looks like he inherited the talent of his grandfather who was a businessman.

"That's why I want to be a businessman, let's not mostly think of your cake. Pampering yourself can't, '" Shaila said.

While Shaila and her brother miss, Arshaka has arrived at the campus and takes care of permission for the wife. The man deliberately gave time for his wife to chat with her brother.

During the teaching, Shaka's mind could not focus. His concentration was broken because his mind wandered five years ago. High School will not be forgotten.

The face of the former who always smiled like a broken cassette, always revolved in his mind. He's never been like this before. He is always focused on doing a job, be it learning or teaching.

Not for this time, even her cool students were left alone and she chose to leave the class just like that. Once into his new room he remembered giving tasks to his students through group messages through the green application.

"Is that really Sasha? Why is it that the sound is so similar? Is it all just my imagination to marry a woman whose face looks alike? May this be my imagination."

Arshaka sat pensively in her room. Her little heart was disturbed when she heard a voice that had not adorned her days. The longing for the former is suddenly present without being prevented.

Arshaka was very sorry, the feeling he had buried just rose just like that just from hearing that voice. He already has a wife, but his love for his ex is not completely gone.

Can only hope, the love for the ex soon lost and replaced by his little wife. Maybe this is the first test in marriage, because marriage is the beginning of the test of life begins.

Like a ship that has just developed a sail. It is up to the captain and the wind to take the ship. The end of the ship's journey depends on the captain who directs where the ship wants to go and finally reach the end point.

The young man decided to go home after a long time pensive in his room. Being alone makes him even more immersed in the memories of the past. Finally he decided to get together with his son and his little wife.

Once at home, his wife and children were not seen in the living room or in the room. There is only Rina, Azka's nanny who in recent months doubles as a housekeeper because of the old art of returning home. Arshaka also asked the whereabouts of his son and his new wife to the nanny.

Based on the explanation from Rina, the child and mother without blood ties were out delivering guests this morning, namely her brother-in-law. Azka's father finally chose to clean his body that feels sticky after the move. After his body felt refreshed after bathing, he contacted his wife.

"I'll pick you up?" ask Shaka.

"No, we've got a way."

"Alright, be careful on the road. If there's anything, call me right away" Shaka said to his wife.

"Okay, Boss!"

Arshaka pressed the red button on her phone screen after the voice call ended.

"Every girl would love to be picked up by a husband, my little wife would not even want to be picked up. She's either too independent or won't give me a chance to get closer?"