My husband is possessive

My husband is possessive
Andrian (Part 4)



The earth turned back


pivots. It is time for man to rest in sleep. Covered in a warm blanket


affections. Tells about a day of doing what, physical contact and contact


hearts to form mutual attention. Anything can be told, even things


trivial, about the copy paper that is stuck, or printer ink that is stuck.


Yes tell me, open communication with your partner. Talk from heart to heart.


Hugged your halal partner warmly. The singles get out there, though,


lots of praying, yes. Hehe, kidding. The singles are also obliged to be happy donk, donk,


yuk yuk yuk sana mom.


This warm night, I


and Ren's throwing it on the carpet. Next to each other, wear a pillow to


leaned. I leaned against Ren's chest. We will continue the drama that was yesterday


not finished watching. Now we've been like kings and queens commenting. Ren


and far more comments. Especially in the former moment, when the former


the main character comes and asks for a return.


“ If I had already beaten it


ex.” I don't want to reply to her words, can runyam if she connects


with me. I also have an ex. “ Brother do you think it's nice to be next to that person?”


show it on the face of the ex.


“ Kicked aja time yes.” I


reply to comments with words like support it. Ren kissed my head.


Successfully I thought, don't discuss the ex again. Change scenes, change scenes.


I am with drama.


“ If I meet my ex-sister


how will ya.”


No matter what, I will


pretend not to know and cover far away. You won't meet my ex.


“ Don't need to see me, baby, me too


they have forgotten the same. I have Ren.” He's stroking my head


gentler.


“ Brother want what gift from me.”


Oh, I forgot to think about it.


Make him ask yes.


“ What yes?” sok thinks hard. “


Ren has given so much, until there is nothing to ask again.”


Uyel-uyel squeezes my cheek.


“ How if I buy clothes


a sleep that slightly opened his chest. Haha.” Hey please put your hands down.


I moved Ren's hand to my foot. But a second later it came back


to his place. “ If brother wants to give me what?”


“ Ren want what?”


“ Want sister.” Aaaaaa! I've guessed


will answer so.


***


Strory side


That day was the first day


Andrian goes into SMU.


Andrian was a child


come from family. Her mother died in 6th grade.


Memories of her mother are beautiful memories. When his father married again,


he is the strongest against. But what does his opinion mean, his father


married another woman. She's not an evil stepmother, her new mother is


a good woman. But that kindness had not been able to open his sad heart


abandoned by the woman he loved.


When the father had to move his duties to


foreign country Andrian refused to come. He wants to live and school in this country. Be


he lived in the house of his maternal uncle and aunt. Their families too


real well. Andrian has two older cousins who also


loved her. That's how he grew up.


He is currently in High School first class.


Andrian walked towards the board


class announcement, there are already many children crowded there. Seeking classes


respectively. Not only the new kid crowding in, but also the big brother


classs. Because in this school every change of level will be a turnaround


classs. Andrian tried to shake the children's bodies, looking for his name on the board.


After finding his name he came out of the crowd.


Andrian stood frozen. It doesn't


moving from its place. When he saw someone who seemed to be a teacher in the


this school.


he saw a group greeting a teacher.


“ Morning. Have seen the crowd


class?” the teacher stopped to say hello, speaking familiarly.


“ It's bu, Ayaaaa, bu Aya still class


one lesson yes. Though I want to be Aya's homeroom teacher again.”


“ It, we love bu Aya.”


The teacher laughed.patted the shoulders of some of the schoolgirls warmly, and encouraged.


Andrian did not turn away


his view. The teacher called Aya ma'am passed by, then smiled


to him.


“ Mama” ogled spoken from the lips


Andrian. He saw the woman's teacher's back lost at the gate


small-time.


How could she be so like my mother.


The face appeared in his memory.


The face of his mother when he was alive. Just like the female teacher


smile when passing through it. How to smile like he still has in


his memory. The way it goes is the same. Andrian's body shook, unconsciously he


running chasing. But the back of the female teacher had already disappeared.


“ Good morning kids, my guardian


your class, my name is Ayana Wijaya, you can call me Aya's mother,


in the future please cooperate yes.”


That's the day Andrian


find something he wants to have for himself.


Andrian awoke from his daydream


long distance away he saw a car stop. Then the owner


get out of the car and lean in front of the door.


“ Shit, it turns out her husband is Aya


better than photographed.” You must have been a victim of a bad camera app


yes Andrian. Not everyone who is handsome on social media will be worse in the original world.


Andrian sat in the garden chair,


seeing from the vices of Aya and her husband. He cursed himself, though,


obviously she knew that Aya was married but why she was still in love too


to him. Frustrated herself when she saw Bu Aya running to her husband's arms.


but not why when she saw the happy smile of Aya when she hugged her husband


his chest shook, not because he did not like it, but he also felt happy.


He remembered the incident again.


When Andrian finished lunch


back to class with a rather bad mood. The lunch box


daylight. Why was he so upset, because he couldn't see anyone who wanted to


he saw it at lunch. Bagas approached him and sat down next to him.


“ And know not rested


first bu Aya call to the office?”


“ Why?” tanyanya enthusiastic.


“ Ask about children one class.


What classmate child is good. Keep him asking about you too.”


Andrian looked more enthusiastic when his name was called. “ Ask what?”


“ Ask us we ever had lunch


together not. I answer if you bring supplies and eat with your fans.” Bagasses


laughingly. “ Generate?”


“ Hemmm.” Andrian answered short.


“ I was sitting in front of Bu Aya,


damn he is very sweet, especially when talking structured and using language


indonesia is good and right. So cute. I want to be so keen


but her little lips.”


Suddenly Buagg! Slap-shot


on the cheek of Bagas. Andrian's face was angry. There was a little blood on Bagas' lips.


“ Shit, why mukul. Crazy yes!” Bagas gripped his lips.


“ Watch your mouth, brash.”


Andrian still looked very angry.


“ Hey, why am I just talking.”


Bagas has not finished


andrian hit him again. Finally they are completely raw


lacing. Bagas not accept.


“ Hey call teacher, Andrian fight.”


“ Hey class president don't fight.”


Fucking kids. Between breaking up while looking at the exciting spectacle.


SERIATED..................