KENAYA (Ken And Aya)

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#KENAYA (Ken and Aya)

#Part15

Aya's face flushed in embarrassment after showing her shopping to her husband. Blame Maya for buying five pieces of lingerie. He who bears shame. Even though he and Ken had done it not just once or twice, he was still embarrassed.

“It looks like you should try one-on-one,” Ken told his wife. He handed it to Aya. Ken's gaze teased.

“Ish, Keeennn,” whines Aya to have her husband stop teasing her. Ken's laughter exploded. Who told you to bring lingerie. Ken's faith is shaky.

Aya herself did her husband's request. His face was closed so shamefully. Makes Ken visit her a kiss.

As simple as this happy Aya and Ken. Just tease each other and stay together. Likes and sorrows they hope to pass because basically the household will always have a test. Weight or small, depending on whether they finish.

The night repeated. Make Aya and Ken feel the world's favor. Mutual love through eyes that burn with love.

***

A bright morning as bright as Ken's atmosphere. All because of his broken wife. It turns out that the gift is special. If only he had no pity to see his wife's tired face, it might still have continued.

Even after that night. Ken's attitude is so sweet. Sweeter than yesterday. Like early in the morning preparing his wife warm water and cooking his wife a sandwich with a glass of white milk.

Ken is well-groomed with his white shirt, black suit and maroon tie. He approached his wife and patted her cheek gently.

“Yank,” call it soft. Makes his wife squirm and further tighten the blanket covering her innocent body.

Jemari Ken so mischievously stroked Aya's cheeks that he pressed his wife's cheeks. Little pinch he landed on the nose of the wife. Slowly his wife's eyelids opened. My eyes are so sleepy.

“I'm sleepy, Ken,” he said raspy typical wake up. Ken leaned his body. Giving kiss morning to Aya.

“Bagun. Said there was a morning lecture,” Ken said. I had to wake up. She asks Ken to take her to the bathroom. Ken happily complied with his wife's wishes.

He who makes his wife tired, he will also spoil her. Ken is notoriously cold, but his family is very different. It's warm.

Ken's waiting for Aya at the dinner table. Until his wife showed up in a long pink shirt.

“Morning!” her cheerful reply was different when she woke up this morning. Her heart was like happy. Aya's volatile mood makes Ken very alert. It could have been suddenly Aya floundering and angry.

“I take you to campus,” Ken said on the sidelines of their breakfast.

“You on campus have a teaching schedule?” tanyakanya.

Ken shakes. “I to the office. On campus my schedule is empty,” he said.

***

They arrived at the campus. Before descending Aya grabbed her husband's hand as usual. Then Ken kissed his wife. Give him advice before he gets off.

“Learn right,” message Ken thumbs up by Aya. They wave each other's hands. He went to college and into his class.

Then, came the figure that Aya knew best. The figure of the man who was affected by his lingerie. Eyes rounded. He gulped his saliva as a pair of razor-sharp eyes stared at him sharply.

Flashbacks.

“Lingerie,” reply Aya plain.

Makes the man look at her sharply. She had gotten lost among the women's underwear and now the lingerie landed perfectly on her face.

He grew even more embarrassed as some of the visitors stared at him holding back a laugh. Where the eyes of the girl in front of him were looking at him with an innocent look. Answer anyway.

“You?!” Show it with glaring eyes. Until she snapped Aya with English. Aya felt lucky not to know English so did not know what insults he got.

However, it still hurts because the intonation issued by a foreign man in front of him is very high. His voice echoed. His eyes are already glazed.

“Are you crazy?!” snapped it. The sanity of the woman in front of him should he question. That's fucking shit.

“No! You are Crazy!” aya replied loudly. React to visitors who watched it uproar. That woman is funny.

The man's face flushed. Angry mixed with shame. Moreover, the mixture between English and Indonesian Aya makes it almost lost sense.

If only Aya had been a male, he would have given her a raw bogem. He had just arrived in Indonesia and he lost track of his nephew. Why even stray inside the woman until the curse thing hit her face.

He left Aya by throwing the rough lingerie. Aya's lips pursed. He took back the lingerie. While Maya was pale because she understood the man's words.

“Kak Aya,” call him furious mixed with anxiety. How could Mrs Rahardian mix up the language so loudly. Aya's brain has indeed entered the level of oon for Maya.

Flashback.

“Ekhm!” The Deheman made Aya's daydream disperse. He fixed his seat and looked straight ahead. His chest was pounding unbecoming. Feeling judged.

“Include my name Arlando Sammuel. Call Mr. Arland. I hope you are serious in my lessons because I will not hesitate to ask you out,” he said in fluent English.

Aya only knew the name of the man. Seen from his face like this Lecturer's a crossbreed. Oh, my God, how is this? He didn't know what his lecturer said.

“I will miss you guys.” Aya sat getting tense. Until he understood he was being diabsen saw his classmate say.

“Aliya Atma Wijaya.” Mr. Arland stared ahead until the owner of the name replied. One who upset him when he first returned to Indonesia.

“Ha—hadir.” Aya gulped her saliva. Die her. Blame it Mr. Arland snapped it yesterday. Of course he said back that guy was crazy.

“Ck, who told the woman's interior. What does she wear in what? Really bummer. Basic bule rough,” ruknya in the heart.

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TB