Marry Me, Mr. Lecturer

Just the two

Farel's forehead folded read the message in Niki's phone gallery. But he was a little surprised but also flattered when he saw the name of the sender of the message. His little wife named my lovely hubby my lecturer on his number, making Farel feel recognized and loved.

"I never felt like I was sending that message" Farel said, returning the phone to Niki's hand. Both ends of his lips curled down as if he was laughing at Niki's accusation.

"Don't lie to me, sir. This is obviously from my father's number." Niki showed me the number on her phone.

"Mmm, my lovely hubby my lecturer was me?" Farel put on a plain question face. Niki closed her phone screen clumsily. "My number, but that doesn't mean I sent it" Farel continued.

"Then who? A ghost?"

"Maybe" said Farel indifferently. Obviously he already knew who the mastermind was, but tonight he was not wanting to mention that name let alone discuss it.

Farel walked closer and closer towards Niki who was still standing motionless by the door.

"Why what?" ask Niki suspiciously. It is not that he does not want to be approached by Farel, but he still upholds the value of religion if there is no official relationship, meaning it is illegal to touch intimately.

Farel did not heed Niki's fear question, for him it even made him more eager to prank his little wife. Intentionally putting on a mischievous face, he continued to close his body towards Niki who was moving looking for a gap to move away.

"Sir, stop!" niki exclaimed with wide eyes as Farel's hand extended forward.

"You why? I want to take a bag in the closet, it's you who put me there?"

Niki moved with shame. His mind was again filled with question marks, when this lecturer put his things.

"So you don't have a bag?"

"Bring, I booked a room and asked the hotel attendant to pick up my bag in the car and bring it into the room, because there was a chatty little wife who asked to be accompanied to the seventh floor," farel said casually.

"Squeaky little wife who do you mean? Me? I'm not your father's wife anymore."

"Do I need to reiterate over and over again, if I am not the one who typed the message and sent it to you. I am not a man who takes advantage of the situation because I am with a woman in a hotel room. To this day you are still my wife and my responsibility, and I am your husband." Farel said very firmly but slowly. He stood firmly in front of Niki with a fairly close distance.

Niki held her breath as she felt the menthol-scented air blowing through her facial skin coming from Farel's mouth. Moreover, the man was still not wearing clothes, so he had difficulty blinking his eyes from the scene in front of him. Niki's hair bristled as Farel touched his shoulder, then very slowly descended on his arm.

"Mandi, you smell like a rabbit clown" Farel whispered as he put the shirt in Niki's hand. Farel led his little wife to the front door of the bathroom, then pushed Niki's body slowly and closed the door.

After the bathroom door closed, Niki exhaled her breath that had been held for a few seconds. He looked and spread the shirt in his hand. The white shirt was quite large on his body, but there was no other choice. True Farel said his body felt very sticky after a day in a mascot costume.

The sound of water pouring out of the bathroom, made Farel smile amusedly. He picked up another t-shirt from the small bag he had always prepared in the car. While waiting for Niki to finish taking a bath, Farel laid his body on the bed. His eyes glared at the ceiling, his mind directed towards the seventh floor where Marisa and Galih were.

He still did not expect the word talak to flow smoothly from his mouth. For more than two years living in a happy household charade, it was now as if a huge rock had been lifted from his chest.

Seeing Marisa crying earlier, he almost hugged her and told her that what he said was a lie. Honest in the deepest corner of her heart, Marisa's name was still left there. Not something that easily erases love in just one night. Although many people say he is a stupid man, but love is still love.

Farel straightened his body as the sound of the bathroom door opened slowly. Niki came out of the bathroom with her head down. His hair was still wet he let dripping wet his shirt.

"You didn't dry your hair first?"

"Dry first, sorry I only brought one house pants. You wear mine."

"No, Sir! Later wear jeans that I just wear, but still wet because it hit the water a little," refused Niki when Farel will open the shorts he used. Better he who succumbed to sleep using jeans than his lecturer who did not wear anything. After all, behind the towel, he still uses shorts that he always wears as a layer of trousers.

"Well, as long as you're comfortable sleeping in jeans."

"It's nothing, just last night."

"Sit here, why stand there? Your jeans might not dry right away if you look at it constantly."

Niki draped the jeans that he had been holding on the back of the chair. The pants were just the back of the wet because while bathing, he accidentally pointed the shower towards the hanger.

"here." Farel patted the empty side of the bed. Shamefully, Niki sat down next to Farel. His chest pounded even faster as the lecturer shifted his body closer to him.

While bathing earlier, he thought about Farel's words about the word talak he received through a short message. He believed that his lecturer was honest and he could guess who typed and sent the message to him.

She is now Farel's wife and they are alone in a locked hotel room. Sitting in a large bed with dim room lights. Niki's mischievous thoughts wandered everywhere imagining the man sitting next to her asking for her due tonight.

Niki glanced at Farel. His face instantly blushed as his eyes whistled with Farel's eyes. Her husband kept staring at her almost unblinkingly.

Farel endured the amused look at Niki's restless and agitated body language. His hands stretched out toward Niki's face, the girl began to dim her eyes.

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Stop by my friend's work yeah, enliven there

Blurbs :

Which woman does not want a man who is responsible for her life.

Well, a long love story trip for Annara ...

Her first love failed because Tomy chose to cheat on Annara.

And so many men try to approach her as she chooses her own tuk ...

Without realizing it, he had

conquering so many hearts.

will he get the man he wants?.