My husband is High School 2

The household test

El repeatedly jerked his breath, the feeling of anger, annoyance, and worry now chime into one, during this one month.

How not, every day he was always faced with problems during studying in the campus, which resulted in he was unable to concentrate properly.

What he feared was happening, Frans Laki fulfilled his promise, he resumed his studies in Jakarta, and blatantly said he would try to take Kinar from him, and even some of El's male friends did not tease Kinar a little, even they did not have a problem about Kinar who is now two-bodied.

"Anything, how the hell is that?" Kinar touched the hands of her husband who was driving with a flat face and seemed cold.

"I'm driving, we're talking at home!" reply El with a straight look forward, without looking at Kinar.

Kinar finally just chose to stay still, turn his face towards the car glass, pay attention to the road that this afternoon looks quite crowded.

This is not the first time El has behaved like that, and everything he has felt since entering college in the first week.

Sometimes he is confused by El's current attitude, which sometimes makes him feel afraid, afraid if El's love for him is not as big as it used to be, or even less.

He was well aware, with his current state, a slightly filled body, a stomach that began to grow, even his appearance was somewhat less attractive, until some of his friends who praised him he considered it a mockery for him.

Not a few beautiful girls and look glamorous there, making Kinar sometimes lose confidence, adding to fear if El will really turn away, and tempted with the girls.

Although El repeatedly said the same thing, about his love that will not change until the end, but in fact does not make Kinar can not believe completely.

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"Abang wait?" with a voice made a little spoiled, Kinar grabbed onto the sturdy arm of El who was about to close the car door, making his movements stop instantly.

El sighed, then rubbed his face rough, saw the face of his wife who was crying, with pursed lips made him anxious, and he desperately tried not to laugh.

"Did you?"

"I'm laper," she replied and then moored into the house first to make Kinar increasingly pursed his lips irritated, then followed her husband's wide steps.

"Laper said?" he asked, when he saw El instead entered the room, and took off his former college clothes, replacing them with his home clothes.

"Sweet smell!" the answer was short, re-opened the room door, and stepped out.

"That's basic, nyebelin' husband!" his screams, which were still able to be heard in El's ears.

El gave a smile, hummed softly towards the dining table, he really needed to eat at this time, especially he felt a lack of energy because he had been holding back emotions since this morning.

"Laper is den?" bi Rumi asked when she saw her young master eating so greedily, even finished in a short time.

"Banget bi, it takes extra energy!" he pulled out a sheet of tissue to wipe his wet lips, after sipping a glass of water, as the lunch was closed.

"Cape lessons, huh?"

El massages his forehead which suddenly throbbed back, bi Rumi's questions remind him of the problems he has faced since he entered college lately.

"More cape to the heart anyway bi!" El got up from the dining table, returned to his room after smiling wryly at bi Rumi, making bi Rumi think hard about what her young master had just said.

"Ari the aden tea said what try, know ah so dizzy yourself!" murmured, while tidying up the dishes El.

"Have you finished eating?" kinar asked as she watched her husband re-enter the room.

"Abang ihs, his face judes that's it, ugly know?" Continue Kinar while shaking El's hand which he folded over his chest.

El flinch, still in his original position, stood watching his clingy, which increasingly made Kinar misbehave with the flat gaze of her husband, and unfortunately look very handsome in his eyes.

"Did you?"

El sighed, his hands turned to hold both of Kinar's shoulders, slightly tilting his face to land his lips above Kinar's lips, menge cup until it ended in a deep and soft mat, pulled his face for a moment then continued his return until a while.

"Which?"

"Hmmm!" Kinar looked up, to stare at the face of El who was indeed his body taller than him.

"You love me, right?" holding both hands Kinar, and in the cup one by one alternately.

Kinar's face suddenly blushed, even though this was not the first time El asked him about it.

"Why is that?"

It was seen El sighing, bowing his face, then looking back at him with an indecipherable gaze.

"I just want a mastiin!" he answered softly, turned the body and stepped onto the bed, sitting on the side of the bed with both legs hanging.

While Kinar he was suddenly confused, with his forehead folded, but the next minute he stepped closer to El and sat beside him.

No more starting a conversation, both of them drifting in their minds, until a movement from the inside of Kinar's stomach, made him realize, reviewing a smile while touching his stomach that continues to move.

El, who saw that, even the reflex of his outstretched hand, touched his wife's stomach, giggling with amusement as his little angel greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"He's the move!" El glanced at Kinar with eyes that sparkled happily, did not show the look on the face of someone who was thinking a lot.

"Don't you?" kinar's soft voice made El's laughter come to a halt, turning to look at him deeply.

"Didn't you ever hear, the story of some parents who have experienced housekeeping,?"

"meaning?"

Kinar raised his right hand, touching the handsome face of El who was only a few cent away from him.

"Don't believe it, if all couples who are married will have their own tests,"

El nodded, his big hand touching the hand of Kinar who was still holding his cheek.

"When the test comes, promise us that we will always be together, defend each other and strengthen each other, no matter what."

"Which?"

"Don't make a promise."

"I Love you."

"Darling?"

"I just want to be with you till the end of my life."

"I love you to baby." El shuffled to hug his wife's body, with a fluffy smile.

The two embraced, in their hearts promised to continue together through any obstacle that would hit him one day, until the moment had stopped when the sound of screaming and knocking on the door outside his room increasingly echoed.

"Abang. woi open the door."

El rubbed his face rough, clucked loudly and stepped with a look of emotion toward the door of his room.

"Ck what the hell lo, lack of work, during the day like this screaming in front of my room?" el said with a raised voice.

"Yeee, I'm also very lazy here times, if not the mother who told me!" balas Satria is no less fierce.

"Ck, what do you want?" el's voice turned more relaxed than before.

"Now!" thrusting a sizable cardboard in front of El.

"What's this?"

"Kak Kinar's court."

"Yes what?"

"Pans!"

"Huh?, already know the pot kok you even bring in my room, you think this is the kitchen."

"Ck, you never shop online huh?"

"What connection?"

"The look on your face is that cengo cake!"

"Mak_"

"I'm afraid bang, everywhere a courier always make sure the goods he delivered to the buyer's hands."

"Ck, but I also just found out that there is a courier who nganter package nyelonong enter the house carelessly, where scream nyampe his room again."

Satria whined, "Anjirr, I lost the fight!"

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