Loved Mr. Lecturer's Wife

CHAPTER 34: The Temptation of Khilaf

Diana seemed to be silent for a moment when she got such a question from Zely.

Zely gave a sweet smile to Diana. Honestly, he is not angry at all if it is true what he thinks now.

“Mama must have thought I was the girl ..”

“That's not what mama thought,” refute Diana instantly. “But more precisely mama is angry and upset with Rafa for doing so. We were educated properly, but instead did the thing .. sorry, previously mom was just as clueless as to what happened to you two. So automatically mama admitted to blame you and Rafa in that incident.”

“Now mama is still upset or not the same me?”

Diana shook her head quickly to answer Zely's question. Gently touching a girl's head is like having a girl with her.

 ”Maybe at first mama was wrong in thinking. Blame you too and Rafa too. But back mama realized, maybe you are indeed destined to be our daughter-in-law.”

“Can I hope that my mother behaves to me like my own mother, not as a daughter-in-law. I wanted it, because it felt like it was a long time ago my mama left.”

Smiling bitterly with tears dripping down his cheeks. It had been years that the incident had passed, but still his heart always felt sliced when he remembered it. Sometimes when you wake up in the morning, it's just a nightmare. It's just that everything is real that he still can't fully accept.

“If mama is upset with me, don't be held back. If there's something you don't like about me, you can say it right away. Wouldn't a mother behave like that to her child.”

Zely was only a few days into his family, but somehow this girl seemed to be successful in making changes in his family. She, who had only one child, now feels like she has a daughter. Rafa, who usually only languishes with work, now more often he sees and then passing in front of him.

Removing the tears that drenched Zely's cheeks with her palms.

“Sweet as you are,” compliment Diana.

Yes, how not sweet, when compared to the female friends from Rafa who had previously been introduced to him, Zely is the best according to him. Obviously, because this girl is only 20 years old. It could be said that his thoughts were still too innocent and still behaved like a young child.

“If Rafa does something bad to you, say to mom, yes. Let mama ..”

“Labour ngadu.”

Diana and Zely's gaze instantly led to the origin of the sound source. Yep, who else did it if not the figure the two were talking about.

Zely wanted to curse, but his intention was held back when he saw Rafa's neat appearance. Not wearing the clothes that were too formal, now it seems more relaxed.

“Where are you going?”

“I told you I was teaching, right.”

“I told you I wanted to come, right?”

Soon her class begins, now Zely is intent on making her time wasted again. Seradeni is not a good thing, because the more served, he will increasingly attack back.

“Waituin.”

“I can be late if you wait, Zel. You want to shower, dance, not to mention if the trap gets stuck. So, the ending I don't have to go in today.”

Actually Zely wanted to argue, but suddenly he even felt sorry for Rafa. Right, anyway .. a few days he seemed to make Rafa's work and activities must have changed.

“I will follow aja,” he relented.

“Tumben caving?” ask Rafa to be surprised. Even though he had guessed that Zely would not ask to wait.

Zely has kindly relented and now Rafa even mocked him. This guy seems to be loved asking to be hit like he is.

“Yeah, this is a migraine mom can get if if you two fight continuously from morning, noon,” complains Diana as if faced with a scene of bad luck between Rafa and Zely who does not know the time.

“Now how, enter the room also still can not be permission?” ask Zely to Rafa. Just making sure, than the incident was repeated again.

“I wait, but the old road. For a long time, I stayed.”

Zely smiled as Rafa said. Just now bummer, now make melting. Although impressed there was still a threat, but at least he wanted to wait.

“Good,” excited.

 Zely rushed up the stairs to the top floor. Yeah, where else if not the room. Rafa's room is more precise. I don't know, he was confused too. His position in this house is still dubious.

 Arriving in the room, the first thing he felt was the distinctive aroma of Rafa. His sense of smell these few days as if he continues to be treated by the creature that one, automatically he can guess his presence in the eyes closed though.

Like what he had in mind, Rafa was a simple guy. It is clear from the contents and the room model he is more impressed minimalist. Guys who rarely occupy the room and are more in the workspace.

Zely took his clothes out of the suitcase and headed straight for the bathroom. Ribet indeed, even to take off his clothes it feels like it takes time because one hand still hurts. Anything can only use one hand.

“Zel, spout dong!”

Zely came out of the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around his body.

Rafa who originally wanted to nag, suddenly fell silent. When conscious, immediately turned back when faced with the appearance of Zely who came out of the bathroom just wearing a towel.

“Zel, can't you, anyway, don't make me feel like I'm doing anything wrong again? Enough of that night, not again.”

Zely accidentally throws Rafa on his back with a towel that he had intended to use to dry his hair.

“Where to wear clothes, my hands hurt. Make a towel with one hand only hard.”

“Why undressing can be, but now can't make it.”

“Eat him I long. It was also difficult notya,” fengut Zely.

 Rafa even gregetan himself with Zely's attitude which he thinks is too desperate to face him. Going back to being afraid of the Khilaf. Yesterday was framed in one room. If it happens again, this is not a trap of his name, but rather the temptation under the guise of a khilaf.

“I call my mom if I help you. Bentar,” said Rafa directly passed from there out of the room.

Up outside the room, Rafa took a deep breath while regulating his sudden heartbeat. Maybe he was reacting this badly to Zely who had not even made him feel anything.

“Gue went crazy,” muttered immediately down to meet his mother to help Zely.

Up below, proceed towards the side terrace. Because her mother was there reading a book.

“Ma!”

“What, anyway, Raf .. yells like that. Where did your calmness go, hem?”

“Mama help me, yes.”

‘Ngapain?”

“Not me, anyway .. more precisely mama helpin Zely, yes, in the room,” the door with a little pleading.

“Zely why? Don't tell me you're making him hurt again. Rafa, you ..”

“Not, Ma,” timpal Rafa refuted when he was thought to be doing bad things again. “But, mama help Zely put on her clothes, yes. Her hands hurt, so can't make it yourself.”