SIN (Lecturer Dear)

Chapter 14: The Risk of Having a Lecturer's Husband

Karen held her wet lips to the remains of Darren's pagutan left behind. For a moment, she recalled the moment the man said he liked her too. Recalling that, a red tinge instantly radiated on his cheek. He covered his face with a blanket while stomping his feet because he was happy.

About five minutes later, Darren returned to the room with a cup of warm tea. He thrust the tea at Karen who was lying curled up in pain.

"Come, have some tea!" Darren helps Karen get up.

Karen took the cup from Darren's hand and began sipping on the soothing and warming jasmine-scented liquid. Honestly, he felt strange seeing Darren's attitude that was very considerate of him. The gentle treatment of the man sometimes caused him to drift until he unknowingly gave rise to the seeds of affection. However, one thing that troubled his heart. Does Darren treat all women like this? Fearing, he only went to PeDean because he considered privileged.

"Ren, you're the same ex as you, I don't think so?" asked Karen curiously. I don't know what's on his mind, so ask questions like that.

"How do you think this means?" Darren turned the question around.

"Yes, I'm like gini. I love the attention."

Darren nodded. "But that was then, time is still dating."

Karen immediately put on a pouting face. Jealousy is back to mastering it. Darren secretly caught the expression on his wife's face that was quite close to him.

"Keep you dating often make tea also not for him? Gentle him often, no? Frequently nurutin all his desires too, no?" Karen's throwing a lot of questions.

Darren was silent for a moment. "Ngapain discussed, anyway?" suddenly the man felt irate at Karen's question.

"Yes, just answer me very hard! Don't-don't yet move on!" satirical Karen.

"That's the past. What was discussed that was like. If to be remembered as a lesson only in the future. Like a rearview mirror on a motorcycle, to keep going forward sometimes we have to look back to prevent something unwanted, right? So does everyone's past. Whether it's me or you." In fact, Darren has his own reasons why he was reluctant to talk about his relationship with his ex-girlfriend in the past.

"Is he just the past? It says former people can reunion," said Karen.

"That's what people say, right? Is it everyone's goal? I have my own principles too!"

"That means he's not in your heart, is he?"

Daren paused for a moment, then replied in a thin tone. "Yes ...."

"Certain ... which ... exists ... in your heart now ... who?" ask Karen.

Darren glanced at the woman beside him. Sometimes Karen is childish, but somehow Darren likes her. According to him, this attitude even raises the feminine side of his wife.

"Who, huh? Karen Aurellia might," Darren replied with a moving eyeball in the corner.

Darren's answer then made Karen's cheeks meet. He felt his whole face flushed so hard he could not help his smile.

"Who?" karen asked not to listen.

"Karen Aurellia" whispered the man.

"Remind try!"

"Karen Aurellia." Darren whispered in Karen's ear.

"Didn't hear! Less clear!" karen held back a smile. There was a pleasure in hearing his full name called the man continuously.

Darren shook his head slowly, then raised the intonation of his voice. "Karen Aurellia's. K–A–R–E—N." He spelled out his wife's name one by one.

Having just felt Karen develop her smile, Darren instead said, "But bo'ong, hahaha ...."

Karen's smile that was suddenly disappeared. Change the expression of God-level annoyance. The woman hit Darren, who was laughing.

"Ih, who wants to be liked by a guy like you," said Karen as she continued to beat the guy.

"Yes, it's light." Karen immediately turned her body back to Darren. He seems to be upset with the man.

"Yes, already. I want to prepare the materials for tomorrow's lecture" Darren said as he stood up and headed to his desk.

Hearing that, Karen then just remembered if she had a task from the lecturer who had to be paid immediately. He got out of bed, then inching closer to Darren who was sitting at the desk while turning on the laptop.

Seeing Karen who was suddenly beside him while putting on a sweet face, made Darren frown and guess what his wife wanted.

"Da–ren," call him in a familiar snobs style.

"Why? Sick again?"

"Yes, here."

"Yes, already. Rest there!"

"It wants that. But ...."

"Why? Want accompanied?"

Karen nodded quickly.

"You want to get another massage?"

Karen shook her head again.

"Gini, you know, my stomach still hurts. Want to rest, anyway. But suddenly I remember not having performed the duties of Claudya's mother. Where is the deadline this Monday again," said Karen while massaging Darren's shoulders.

Darren who already understood Karen's direction of conversation, could guess what the girl wanted. "Yes, I've been working there! The only thing that hurts is the stomach. The same hands of the brain can still work, right?" he said while typing teaching materials.

"That's the problem! Because my stomach frowns my brain so difficult to concentrate. Please ... This time you are doing your job!" pinta Karen squeezed while cupping her hands together. Yeah, not Karen's name if not good at persuading the man to comply with his wishes. But unfortunately, for the matter of doing the task, Darren never wanted to compromise with him.

Darren picked up his phone, then contacted someone.

"Hello, Claudya. It's me, Darren. You know the third semester student on behalf of—"

Karen's eyes buy and she immediately snatches the phone from Darren's hands. How not, the man instead contacted the lecturer concerned.

"OK .. okay .. I'll do my job! It's just playing report, it's like a hasip. Huuuu ...," she grumbled at him.

Feeling that her deadly seduction style was not working, Karen was forced to do the task under Darren's supervision. Many times he had to repeat his duties as he continued to be corrected by the man. The time showed at eight o'clock at night, the waiter knocked on the door telling him that dinner was ready.

Karen was immediately delighted and assumed the servant was her God of salvation. Unfortunately, he has to bite his finger when Darren says they will eat if Karen finishes her job.

Karen's shoulders slackened instantly. His lips were pursed almost to the height of his nose which was not very high. While Darren only gave Lucifer a smile while swinging his folding iron rod on the table to make the woman jerk.

"Hurry to finish the job!" the man ordered while swinging the stick again.

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