Marry Me, Mr. Lecturer

trapped

"Sir," scolded Niki as Farel desperately tried to let go of Marisa's hand clutching her trousers. As a fellow woman, she felt she did not see Marisa kneeling at Farel's feet.

"Let go, Marisa. Go back to the room with Galih. You can be a spectacle dressed like this outside the room" Farel said as he lifted Marisa's body to stand up. Several hotel guests who stayed on the same floor, appeared to come out of the room and noticed them.

"Don't marry me, can you leave me for this boy?" marisa exclaimed among her snarling cries.

"Come inside." Farel tries to lead Marisa back to her room even though the woman continues to refuse.

"Don't go, Farel. Take off your words, I promise I'll love you completely." Marisa hugged Farel's body.

Farel did not care about Marisa's whining, he still tried to herd the new woman in his arms into the room rented by Galih. Marisa's bathrobe is irregular making part of her body almost plastered clearly, and the consumption of other hotel visitors who come out of the room because of curiosity.

"Galih, he's your responsibility now" Farel said as he handed Marisa to Galih, who was still in the doorway.

"France ... Fareell!" Marisa again ran after Farel who immediately stepped out, but the man quickly closed the door and approached his little wife.

"Come on." Farel grabbed Niki by the arm and led the girl into the elevator.

"Father misspicked," Niki protested as Farel pressed the number nine button.

Farel did not say anything, his mood was deteriorating due to the dramatic incident earlier. His gaze was straight ahead with his eyes glaring sharply but wistfully. His jaw hardened and both hands clenched in his pants pocket. Niki felt that his lecturer was not wanting to be disturbed. He chose to keep quiet and wait until Farel was a little soft again.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Farel immediately walked out without taking Niki along. He stepped along the hallway of a quiet hotel room, looking for a number on the door of the room that matched the key in his hand.

His next hand remained in his pocket, Farel continued without looking. Niki a little tired following the footsteps of his lecturer wide. He remained behind Farel with a frown but was afraid to ask.

Farel stopped in front of the room door and attached a card-shaped key to the locking sensor. As soon as the door opened, he still without looking inside and left the door wide open.

Niki peeked into the room, he wanted to ask whose room and what the lecturer was for. But Farel had already entered the bathroom.

"Paaq ... Mr. Fareeel," Niki called his lecturer from the doorway of the room. He extended his neck trying to look further inside, if there was anyone else besides Farel.

Farel did not hear the voice of his little wife. He deliberately let Niki be curious and wonder in his heart. Feeling no word from inside the bathroom, Niki tiptoed into the room. The sound of water pouring from the shower in the bathroom is getting louder.

Pantes ga denger, apparently another shower. If it is left unwell, too, 'is not ready. Pity to see Mr. Farel, here for a while maybe he needs a friend to tell a story for a while. Niki slammed in her heart while sitting on the sofa provided in the room.

Whose room is this? If Mr. Farel, indeed when to book his room, what before I meet him.

Niki spread her head around the room. The size of his room was very large, inversely proportional to the room he rented. From the interior and facilities presented, the room rented by Farel is definitely the most expensive in this hotel.

While sitting waiting for Farel to finish his bath, Niki daydreams about Farel's parting for Marisa. He was also saddened and understood what was felt by Marisa, even though she experienced more pain because it was addressed by Farel through a short message without a sweet parting word.

The sound of the door closing made Niki spontaneously stand up from her seat. He walked quickly towards the exit. Farel saw with wet hair and a towel covering the area of his hips standing in front of the closed door.

"Kok closed sir?" Niki pointed towards the room door. When he entered earlier, he deliberately left the door wide open.

"Many mosquitoes" said Farel indifferently. Niki frowned at the absurd answer from her lecturer.

"I should have asked you, why did you enter my room? You have to be with me?" farel asked as he moved closer to Niki. Next to his hand rubbed his hair that was still wet, the other side held a roll of towel on his waist so as not to move down before being ordered.

"Ow, um. Sorry then I go out first" said Niki. His petite body easily slipped before Farel approached him.

"How can you not open it?" Niki tugged at the door handle in a panic.

"Ah, time? Let me see." Farel walked over, pretending to examine the innocent door leaf. Unbeknownst to Niki, the room his lecturer ordered had a special safety from within and Niki did not know it.

"Hhhh, this must be reported," Farel said with an annoyed face. He grabbed the phone attached to the door and spoke as if to a hotel attendant.

"They can't help us tonight, the key technicians are home because it's late" Farel continued in a relaxed style.

"Why could that be?" Niki stood up and leaned against the corner of the room. He tried to dispel the smell of soap and shampoo that came out and teased him from Farel's body.

"I don't know either, but tomorrow morning they promise to settle and compensate for the inconvenience."

"How am I then?"

"As far as you are, this bed is quite spacious."

"I slept here? Same Father?"

"Why? You look so panicked."

"Ga good, sir!"

"Loh, you forgot we're husband and wife? There is no harm and no sin we are in one room even one bed."

"We're not husband and wife anymore, sir. You can't sleep in one bed" Niki said. But his heart said something else. If Farel forced it, maybe he would break up as well.

"Who are we not husband and wife?"

"Father himself."

"I?"

"There hasn't been a week of amnesia, don't mess with the word talaq. Try to read, do not pretend to forget," said Niki while thrusting a mobile phone screen in front of the face of the lecturer. Before blocking Farel's number, she took a picture of a short message sent from her husband's phone.

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