SIN (Lecturer Dear)

Chapter 32: When the Teapot Whistles

Looking at Darren who looked back, the seventh-semester students then wanted to approach him while showing worried mimicry.

"Mother why?" askthem.

"No papa. Thank goodness you didn't do anything" Darren told the jumbo version of Karen.

Karen jumbo version was flattered because Darren seemed to care about her.

"Ih, if you know that mending I'm the one who hit to be visited by Mr. Darren," said one of the students as soon as Darren out of the room.

Karen, who was busy chatting with her friends at another cafe, was suddenly startled by the sound of her cellphone ringing. His eyes bought when he saw Darren's number on the caller's screen.

"Eh, I picked up the phone from nyokap first, yes," Karen said to her friends as she pulled over.

She also received a phone call from her husband. "City ...."

"Karen, where are you? Are you home, belom?"

"I'm still at college with friends."

Darren breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, that's it."

Karen frowned as Darren directly hung up the phone. The man called just to ask his whereabouts. Despite knowing that the figure of Karen who fought was not his wife, still he wanted to make sure his woman was okay.

Karen decides to go home quickly to find a romantic couple's birthday party idea. He lay face down on the sofa while busy exploring the exploratory instagram, but never found a reference that suits his wishes. Because he felt his finger tired of scrolling through the phone screen for hours, he finally chose to turn off his phone.

The woman really has the talent of easily falling asleep anywhere and anytime. The proof is the intention of the heart to rest for a while, but he fell asleep. I don't know how long it's been and she's still sleeping.

In the middle of her mouth, Karen could feel a soft touch on her lips.

"What'sthis? How soft?" Inner Karen wondered in the midst of her unstable consciousness.

Karen opened her eyes slowly. He faintly saw the shadow of a person right above his face. He blinked again to adjust the light of the lamp that pierced his retina. At that very instant, his pupils widened instantly as he clashed with someone in a very close distance. Without warning, he immediately woke up and pushed the man before him firmly until he fell off the sofa.

"Darren!" Karen was surprised to realize the man she was pushing was her own husband.

"Why push me?!" darren lamented as he stood up and sat back on the sofa.

"You've got me! Why try mesumin people again sleep."

"Who is perverted!"

"Yes, what's that shit?" Karen put her index finger on her own lips.

"Make your wake up. Wake the princess to sleep by being kissed, right?"

"Have, mode!" chirps Karen's not acting happy. Though his heart is already flowery because it is likened to a sleeping princess.

"Yes, next time I wake up you use the way your mother wakes up her son."

"Huh? You mean I'm nyiram?"

"No! Yes, mothers do not wake up if their children like time. Tell me it's ten when it's still six in the morning. I think that way is powerful enough to wake you up early."

"What time do you think it is?"

Karen immediately turned her gaze to the large glass window in the room that showed a night view from a height of 33 floors.

"Oh, Gosh, it's night!"

"You've eaten?" asked Darren while heading to the room.

"Again males dinner. Did you eat yourself, belom?"

"Udah was with other lecturers."

"Mother Marsha's coming, isn't she?" ask Karen quickly.

"Come on!" darren replied briefly. However, a moment later the tail of his eyes instead caught the expression of his wife. As if he understood the woman's jealousy, he then said, "Marsha is the same as I am now. She's a woman who has ego and high self-esteem, where she wants to chase a man who already has a wife."

Darren's words successfully improved Karen's facial features. He then approached the man while holding his arm spoiled.

"You want warm tea, don't you? Or do you want to make coffee?" tawar Karen snobs imaging as model wife.

"Coffee, please" Darren replied, stroking his wife's head.

Karen smiled wryly. "I made it first, yeah!"

Just a matter of doank, actually told to make. I never make coffee again!

Karen went to the kitchen to make her husband's coffee. However, there he only scratched his head a lot while showing a dumb-headed face. He doesn't understand how to make coffee. In fact, to choose a coffee glass to be used did not know.

Darren who noticed the confusion of his wife, then restrained his laughter. He approached Karen, standing behind her while holding her wrist.

"First, boil the water first." Darren demanded the tiny, soft hand to fill the tap water into a teapot and cook it on an electric stove. "Then, take two spoons of coffee put in a cup and also put one and a half spoons of sugar" he said again while continuing to demand Karen's hand. Next to his idle hand, now coiled around his wife's waist.

"Continue?" karen asked while looking at Daren who was leaning her chin on her shoulder.

"Wait for the water to boil first, just brewed," said the man.

"Keep, while waiting for coffee we want to do something?" asked Karen again while still looking at her husband from the side.

Darren positioned his lips right in the woman's ear, then whispered in a soft voice, "Where would you pay off that one last afternoon?"

In that instant, Darren instantly drowned his face, giving a hot sweep on his wife's neck and ears in turn. The sensuaal action of course made Karen jerk as well as freeze instantly. For some reason, the roar of Darren's breath that gushed violently, making his body bristle.

Karen was only able to close her eyes while firmly grasping her husband's hand. His position, which turned his back on Darren, made the man's hands freely move actively at his sensitive points. The touch and subtle pressure of the burly fingers, able to make him lulled until his body began to respond to strange things. Want to get more of this.

Satisfied with wetting his wife's neck, Darren still hasn't stopped his fondling. He then pulled Karen's chin, to make their faces face each other. Karen's feeble gaze seemed to burn her desire. He kissed the corner of the woman's lips gently, then moved slowly towards her lower lip. Gobble lips as sweet as honey with exotic movements. As if not to lose, Karen also balance the movement of Darren's lips are getting wild. No matter the water that starts to boil.

Even when the teapot continued to whistle, they still kissed each other, creating a sound of contention lips that were no less noisy than the whistling teapot. As if anger ignored just like that, the water in the teapot thrashed out and spilled until it hit Karen's instep.

"Amachi!" Karen's loud screams suddenly stopped their hot activity.