SIN (Lecturer Dear)

Chapter 12: Failing Romance

Today, Karen chose not to go anywhere because she wanted to keep the weak Oma Belle. The woman's heart was so sad to learn that her only granddaughter could not have children. Therefore, Karen took the initiative to comfort him. All day, he accompanied Oma Belle painting in the greenhouse in the backyard of the house. Incidentally today, he did not have any classes for any courses.

Oma Belle praised Karen for staying loyal to Darren despite knowing her lack of hard-to-get offspring. Hearing that, Karen could only be bowed with a face covered in guilt. The reality is that Darren only lies to his grandfather and his omens in order to fulfill his wish of not wanting to have children.

Until eleven o'clock at night, Darren has not yet returned home. Because of loneliness in such a large room, Karen also took the initiative to contact her husband.

"Ren, aren't you home yet?"

Hearing Karen who seemed to miss him, made Darren feel happy. "Yes, a little bit more when I go home. Not patient, huh?"

Karen bit her lip. Because of his prestige, he instead said, "Yee ... Oma you, it goes on!"

After calling her husband, Karen chose to open Instagram while looking at people's posts. There was one post that caught his attention, namely the content of cooking with the caption "masakin husband who came home from work." Feeling inspired, Karen took the initiative to do the same, cooking food to welcome Darren's return. Unfortunately, he only realized that he was not good at cooking.

Karen then tried to surf the internet to find food recipes that are easy to imitate. Of the recommended menu recipes, Karen want to try cooking spaghetti. In addition to the ingredients available in the refrigerator, he felt the way of serving this food is quite easy. Where the paste lives is boiled, and the bolognese sauce can be served directly or sauteed briefly.

Thirty minutes later, Karen's cooking is done. Proudly, he placed a plate of spaghetti cooked with love spices on the family dinner table. At the same time, Darren had just returned home.

"What are the gini nights still here?" ask Darren astonished. His eyes then glanced over the dining table. "You just want dinner?" tanyakanya.

"No. I want to learn to cook again. Wanna try? I don't know if it's good or bad" Karen replied hesitantly.

Darren smiled knot. With pleasure, he immediately pulled the dining chair and sat sweetly while picking up a fork. When piercing a lump of spaghetti with a fork, he felt the texture of the spaghetti was too flaccid. A bad feeling fell on him as the fork twisted slowly and he lifted it to get close to his mouth. How not, the scorched aroma coming from the bolognese sauce directly pierced his kiss. As a result, he who was the spirit of four-five to taste the cuisine of his wife, became hesitant at once. However, seeing Karen's face that seemed to be waiting for her to taste the food, made Darren gobble it up. As soon as the Italian food touched his tongue, the man's eyes glared sharply.

"This, anyway, is more suitable to be called spaghetti porridge," dumel Darren in the heart because Karen cooks the paste up to overcook.

"Where? Delicious, right?" asked Karen curiously.

Darren turned his head slowly towards Karen, forcing a smile. "Enak" he said briefly as he again swallowed the spaghetti that was still left in his mouth.

"If that's all up, huh?"

Darren's eyes were rounder, more and more rounded. He could only forcefully swallow the next bribe with an expression similar to the person who was returning home. It is already the texture like porridge, it also tastes bitter because of the charred sauce.

After the food tastings drama was over, the couple walked into the room. Karen who just came out of the bathroom, accidentally heard her husband chat with fellow lecturers. In the chat, it turns out that Darren has a constraint on the research he just made. Some lecturers rejected the research he was working on. It makes his experiment hampered, especially has not found a way out.

After calling, Darren looked glum and pensive at the window to the point that he didn't realize Karen was next to him. Karen couldn't bear to see her husband's face right now. Honestly, he wanted to cheer her up, but how?

Darren accidentally turned to the side and saw Karen pecking beside him.

"You haven't slept?" ask the man.

"Would you like to watch a movie tomorrow?" suddenly Karen. The woman closed her mouth, looking shocked at her own words. Truly, those words of invitation just jumped from his lips.

Meanwhile, Darren lowered next to the eyebrows while advancing his face towards Karen. "Okay, I'll wait for tomorrow" said the man, smiling and then getting into bed.

Karen took a deep breath with wide eyes. His heart suddenly felt slumped. He turned around, then jumped up onto the bed to make Darren stunned.

The awaited time has arrived. Karen and Darren have been inside the movie theater. Karen deliberately chose the horror film genre in the hope that Darren can act romantic when he was afraid. Instead of getting romantic treatment as he expected, Darren fell asleep with his head bowed in throughout the screening. Yes, the man does not like to watch, especially with a genre like this. And it turns out that the ongoing film carries a comedy horror genre with absurd scenes.

Karen's face was getting tangled because she had to hear the laughter of aunty who was right next to her with sharp eyebrow carvings like celurit. The misadventures Karen got as if connected, because every laughing aunt was always banging her arms like a punching bag. Not to mention the bonus of exposure to rainfall that he got directly from the mouth of the aunt-tente when his laughter exploded.

The film finished with a happy ending, but not for Karen who got some tragedy during the film. Karen wakes up Darren who is still asleep. The man gasped as he watched the entire movie theater disperse.

"Sorry, I overslept. Good not the movie?"

"That's great. To the extent that I cry throughout the film," Karen sniffed while moving her jaw.

As the woman turned around, Darren immediately held her back. Thinking her husband would persuade her, Karen pretended to sell expensively by directly shaking off the man's hand. However, Darren instead held firmly to his wife's arm.

"What the hell is hell!" Karen Tepis.

Darren forced Karen to turn around, then looked into the woman's eyes while whispering, "Kar, you're in for another one, huh?"

"Well, how about it, I don't know if I'm getting any more. Where is penetrating again." Karen looked panicked.

Darren immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it around Karen's hip to cover her buttocks. When she gets out of the cinema, Karen, who is uncomfortable, asks Darren to buy her a sanitary pad.

"What?! I'm the one who bought the pads?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, spiel. I wait in the toilet" said Karen pointing at the toilet not far from where they were standing.

"Ta—but what brand?"

"Whatever."

"Continue measuring?"

"No size! He's a diaper," Karen sniffled as she quickly ran to the toilet.

Darren can only put on a sour face while heading to the supermarket in the mall. Once there, he scratched his head in confusion. Actually buying pads is not a shame for him. He is more embarrassed if caught buying strong and durable drugs.

Darren is now in a row of sanitary napkin shelves with various brands. He read one by one the women's monthly needs brands with each of the advantages written in the product.

"Anti leak? I was like a tile," he murmured in wonder. Yes, he had been abroad for a long time so he never knew the jargon of sanitary napkin products that he thought were strange. He then read a brand that wrote extra wings. "Think of flying, kali!" The next product is written extra long information. "Wuih, it's like a strong drug ad!" chirped Darren while chuckling. The next product even offers the advantages of anti wrinkle bath anti aging cream.

Being busy choosing which sanitary pad he was going to take, suddenly his eyes were shifted to the little boy who was staring at him full of astonishment.

"Why, Deck?" darren asked because the boy kept glaring at him.

"Om, got Om split, huh? Kirain rod!" said the little boy with eyes pointing at Darren's anus.

The boy's words suddenly made Darren's face flushed. He took off the pads he had in his hand. When he turned around, he almost collided with the self-service employee who was looking at him with a strange look.

Because of the embarrassment of a cool-looking man seems to be in the row of sanitary napkin shelves, Darren also pretentiously ngeles by asking, "Mba, where is the male hair polish, huh? From earlier muters did not meet."

"Oh, it's right over there," point out the self-service employee. " Kirain was actually going to buy a sanitary pad," said the mba held back laughter.

Embarrassed, Darren immediately moved to the next shelf. Moreover, there are some girls who may be the same age as students passing around the shelves. Fearfully, even among them there really are students. It could be a stir all over the faculty talking about a Darren buying a sanitary pad.

Waiting for a while until the girls leave, Darren returns to a row of racks filled with pads. For fear of getting scorned like that, he immediately took one of the pads and rushed to the deserted cashier to make the payment.

Karen who had been waiting in front of the toilet corridor immediately nagged as soon as Darren came.

"Where are you from? Asked to buy a sanitary pad, it's like I've accompanied Sung Go Kong to find the scriptures to the West! Really long!"

"Anter knows!" Darren handed over the pads he had just bought.

Karen widened her eyes. "God! It's not a pad, it's a pantyliner. How the hell are you, have been waiting even wrong buy!" the girl grumbled while stomping her feet.

"Yes, same thing, right!"

"Different."

"But the model is the same, right?"

"Yes the model is the same but the function is different. It's pantyliner! Read it, read it!" Karen showed pantyliner writing in the packaging.

"What matters is not the orphanage or the nursing home!" darren's toilet that makes Karen more angry until the horn comes out on her head.

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