My husband is not gay!

62

The distance from her current residence to the campus was further than from Lia's tea house, making Ana have to leave early. Not hard actually, just because it's not used to making Ana feel the hassles herself, but inevitably she must quickly get used to it because as long as she becomes Andre's wife of course she will stay at her house. After all, there is already an Imam who will take him, of course, according to his promise, Andre will guarantee Ana's living expenses until their agreement ends. At least until she passed S2, so Ana thought. It is not necessary to work but already have the cost to live and college. Not to bother her parents, she will also get divorced after two years, not too near her time and Ana is sure it won't make her family suspicious of their deal, perfect plan isn't it! But there is nothing free in this world, Ana gets ease in the material but she has to sacrifice her status, in the end she will become a widow.

Just two months ago he became a student of this strata two, there has been no close friends with him but for now he is more comfortable with women, other than because his status has changed, he also does not want to accidentally fall in love if it is too close. Although their marriage was nothing more than a deal and no college friends knew, but still his status was the wife of people.

"Darna,,,,!" someone calls Ana as her car slips slowly into the campus gate. Ana accidentally opened the window glass as soon as entering the area around the campus, the morning air around felt very cool because the campus area was still very many large trees along the way. Ana turned to the direction the voice came from and immediately asked the Imam to stop his car when he found out who the person who called him was. Mia, the first friend Ana knew when she first entered class, pulled her motorcycle right next to the door of the car where Ana was sitting.

"wow don't you use ojol anymore? lots of money now?!"

"wkwkwkwkwk,, yo-y! from now on I'm a dirty girl!" Ana clenched her hands at the window and stuck her chin there while grinning the horse and pulling down her eyebrows.

"seriously lu?!"

"hahaha, do you believe me, by the way, uh I'm in your motorbike huh?!" Ana flicks her hand so Mia leaves her motorbike blocking the car door.

"is this lady not here yet?"

"it's okay Mang, I took the bike ride, Mang Imam just go home"

"mistress I asked the master to take the madam to the front of the facuktas building, later I have to say what if asked the same sir?!"

"astaga! The Imam can not call the madam, I wonder how it is horrified!"

"hehehe, sorry my mistress didn't dare!"

Ana sighed, 'Is that what Om Andre is?!' inner Ana.

"had it been, Mang Imam just went home, if asked to say I've been nyampe." without saying much again Ana immediately walked to Mia's motorbike and sat in the armchair.

"mistress.mrs.." call the Priest mang who opened the car door in a hurry.

"mie's way, spit!" without a second thought Mia immediately hit the gas when Ana asked for it. Mang Imam could only sigh heavily when he saw his young mistress leaving him. "the judgment is sought by ieu mah" (the penalty is scolded this mah).

Mia slowed down the speed of her motorcycle after feeling far from the car that Ana was riding. During that time also actually Mia felt strange about what happened just now, especially when the Imam called Ana with the title of mistress, but he did not think about it again after this he could ask for an explanation directly to the person.

"so early in the morning, tumben!"

"gue so happy not to have breakfast yet,"

"mistakes but morning comes, how the hell are you?!"

"good luck if I have breakfast before I go, so I want to have breakfast here!"

"darkmhh"

"do you want to go to the cafeteria?"

"follow the class for a long time, twenty minutes more," Ana glimpsed at her right wrist with a watch there.

Canteen

"who was that, Na? how do you call you madam?"

"driver" answered Ana briefly.

"i mean why did he call you madam?"

"yes I'm the master, so call her mistress" Ana replied casually as she sipped the juice she ordered.

"it's a yes, asked really!" Mia punches Ana's arm feeling a little upset because she can't get the answer she wants.

"Aw,, sick! cruel lu! single pantsan!"

"hey! single people are forbidden to throat each other!" answer Mia sewot.

"gue actually hopes he is still single especially if he meets Arman kang, aaaahhhhh already handsome graduate pesantren again, really fit to be my priest,"

"ngarep lu! before registration opens you've entered the elimination list!"

"Idihh, your sirik!"

"eh, rich man kang Arman is the first girl's nyari must definitely be hijab, while you?!" Mia looked at Ana from above down then shook her head.

"what the hell are you, and also if he's hitbah me, I want to wear hijab" Mia laughed while still shaking her head, then she started eating breakfast while thinking, Mia said, she felt that there were Ana's words that she had forgotten, after she remembered them, her eyes widened.

"uh! just wait! you mean, you're not single? do you have a girlfriend? cieeeee, when are you being?" continued Mia.

"malem Friday yesterday! not a boyfriend, exactly a husband"

uhuk, uhuk,

Mia who heard Ana's reply while feeding food to her mouth almost squashed her food back. Ana looks at Mia with a disgusted face.

"horse you!"

Mia vertical drinking water without using a straw forced pushing the food in her mouth.

"seriously lu????"

Ana sighed, at first she did not want to tell a story because they were not so close. But from the first time Ana knew Mia, she already felt the child was connecting when spoken to, only usually Mia was closer to a boy friend, she was a little tomboy, indeed, and that's what makes Ana not too close to him even though she always feels comfortable when talking to Mia.

After Ana tells that she has been married to someone because her parents betrothed in no more than three months from introduction to marriage. Of course minus her husband's unnatural personality, because according to Ana it is a disgrace of her family that she should not be told carelessly.