Marry My Lecture's

chapter 20

Still with a silenced Mr. Iqbaal, the toll road that is completely jammed because of the weekend and I am still guilty.

My mind is trying to remember something

let Ardian get my wedding ring. Last time I was sure I was still wearing the ring after changing.

Ah I know! or when I was in her car? I

the very exited same Ardian diploma so forget if my ring comes off?

"Rest if you're tired."

Even though only muttering and Mr. Iqbaal did not look at me at all, enough to make a small smile I grow. At least he still cares about me.

"With no interest in the Peak, sir? Mumpung is still in Bandung."

"Relga."

That was it until we finally got home. 12 Hours malem, lur. I was so sleepy plus my eyes were swollen from crying.

"Daddy want dinner?"

He did not respond and chose to get out of the car first. Yes natural if the husband is angry when his wife walks with another guy, right?

And with enough to know myself, I'm perfect for cooking kale stir-fry that said Mother-mother sir Iqbaal-it can make the mood of Mr. Iqbaal back again.

"I've cooked, sir."

"I didn't ask for it."

"I'll keep it in the closet for example later

I want to eat."

I go back to the kitchen and tiptoe to put my cooking in the closet. The risk of having a husband does not understand tuh gini. How much the closet made.

"Put the table down."

"It's cold."

"Make me right?"

I am diem. Follow what Iqbaal said to put it on the table again. My lecturer took his place at the dinner table and I immediately served him food.

"Whatever your efforts with this cuisine, if I don't want you ever almost cry because Daddy never had time to eat mother's cooking, I won't eat this."

My smile is back. I wash my face before accompanying Mr. Iqbaal to eat. Mama who said, in addition to masakin, if the husband eats it cemented.

"Is he still angry, sir?"

"You think?"

"Still."

"Tumben understands."

I almost grieved but the existence of Mr. Iqbaal beside me made my complaint back restrained.

"I'm done with Ardian. Same with Gita?"

Many say that nyo nyesel later. And I'm back rasain it for the 2nd kalimya today. Mr. Iqbaal who was still angry finally chose to sleep on the sofa because the guest room that has not been filled.

I feel like I'm in that residence. And I'm sure that in the middle of the room there are a lot of mosquitoes, this is a new home!

"Now who's like a kid?" I try to sleep but I can't. While carrying blankets and pillows, I went down to the living room and Iqbaal curled up on the sofa. Poor my husband.

"Why again? Not enough to make my stomach

big for dinner?"

"It hurts sir?"

That big stomach doesn't taste very good. I gave her a blanket pillow. Go up to the room again and bring the oil to the stomach.

"How many blankets are there in the house?"

"One."

He fell on the couch, got up his shirt after taking some wind oil from me. I'm not a boxy actor in my favorite drama. But enough to make me breathe. I immediately closed my face.

"What the hell?"

"Don't open in front of me dong sir!"

"So I open everything in front of you also should not be a problem kama it is appropriate."

I directly nimpuk sir Iqbaal use remot television until he complained.

"Why sir?"

"You threw the remote in my nose!"

I sat next to Mr. Iqbaal and looked at his red nose. Good thing it didn't break the nose!

Slowly, I rubbed his red nose. From the base until the end.

"Take the blanket. There's only one."

"Bapak aja's. It's cold, lots of mosquitoes." My hands are still sticking out of Mr. Iqbaal's nose until he hands me. It's not going to be like my dream, is it?

"I won't be cold if you're here."

"Huh?"

"You're done with Ardian. And I'm supposed to be done with the Gita tonight."

"I mean father?"

"Tonight. I should have met Gita, or it's all really over."

One hand sir Iqbaal directed me to approach. Pull me into his arms.

"I don't know if it's love or just need. But it's still the same here. "

I know you're all so happy, didn't you see Mr. Iqbaal that night? My why! And if asked, that night so sleep together on the sofa no? I don't want to answer. Shame know. I was just atem when Iqbaal took me in his arms yesterday.

"Which gel salonpas do I ask for?" Almost I forgot, because both sleep in a sofa which of course should not be slept together, his body so pegel-pegel all.

"Attent."

"I don't ask you to muterin the world

this nemuin,stef."

Don't expect my husband to be devastated after yesterday's incident. He's still very stiff.

"You guys in the massage, sir?"

"Can you?"

"I'll call Dati later."

He snorted and took pain medication from my hand. Trying to rub it on his back. He's the one sleeping on the sidelines. And I told you that I slept in the arms of Iqbaal. I can make you jealous, lur.

That's why marriage! Let's legitimate!

"Let me help."

"That's fine! Call me Dati aja."

"Don't want to?"

She's chopping while nyodorin' the cure onto me again.

"You women, you women, always demand that we, the nation of Adam, understand without saying. The fact? You don't understand what I mean!"

Uda, no, if once nagged, must be long!

"Yes, Sir."

"Do I always have to be angry so that you are horrified?"

"What yesterday said I didn't want to go who? Who asked me to stay here?"

"I."

I smile big. Continuing my massage on the back to the waist of Iqbaal sir.

"Tomorrow don't be a prick, sir! It's gonna hurt gini!"

"Who wouldn't be upset if the wedding ring was in the closet?"

"Not intentionally, sir! Where's my ring?"

"I keep it."

"I want to wear it."

"Later lost again."

Pak Iqbaal's insinuation is very sharp. At the end of my massage, I hit the back slowly Mr. Iqbaal.

Move from the carpet to wash your hands.

"Emm, sir?"

"Yes?"

"Did you really break up with Gita?"

Mr. Iqbaal pulled a chair to the back of my body that wanted to cook lunch.

"You know, I just want to see you cook!"