After Marriage
CHAPTER 179 - Galau

Like opium.

After doing the first night at school, Altar and Alana kept repeating it when there was time.

Even when they are declared to graduate, they celebrate with a union.

Alana, no longer afraid of the weapons of the husband who always seemed tense.

Now he even likes to play it.

Like a kid who just found a new toy.

Sometimes the altar even to amused itself, when suddenly his wife's naughty hand crept into his pants.

Like this morning.

After the morning prayers, they decided to lie down.

"Al!" The altar reminded him to stop his wife from moving her hands around in her pants.

Alana chuckled, but did not pull her hand out.

"Just a moment Mas, the mumpung is still small, jaundice," replied Alana, as she continued to play it, the soft toy gradually became hard.

"Well!" pekik Altar's.

Because, after making it big, Alana ran away like a thief.

Closing the door of their room violently and leaving the Altar alone with a burning desire.

"Take a look tonight!" grumble Altar, then come down from the bed and start out.

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At 1pm, the entire Grand Family had lunch together.

"So where are you going to college?" tanya Agung started the conversation, talking to her two children.

This morning, Alana and the Altar just got a school diploma. With that diploma, now both children live to determine where they want to continue school.

"What's in Aydan's college?" ask the Supreme again, giving options.

especially when he saw these two children just silent, as if busy with his own thoughts.

Alana glanced at the husband, wherever the Altar chose to go to college, she would come along.

But one that made Alana hesitant to answer her father-in-law's question.

Alana is already having sex with her husband and wife, she is afraid of getting pregnant in college.

even more afraid, if he becomes the gossip of his new friends.

Wronged with her own mind, Alana chose silence while exhaling her breath slowly.

Seeing that, Widya felt that something was troubling Alana's mind.

"Altar, why silence? where do you want to go to college?" ask the Great once more.

But the Altar was also confused as to what to answer. To be honest, he thought the same thing with Alana.

The difference, not because of fear of gossip. Altar is afraid she can't be a standby husband if she goes to college and Alana gets pregnant later.

"Not yet." Finally the Altar opened its voice, honest yet disappointingly sounding in the ears of Agung.

Agung wants his children to be enthusiastic in learning, but Alana and Altar have not thought about the next step.

Agung was about to say again, but Widya quickly held her husband's hand. Gesticulating that the husband is silent, does not return to ask questions and does not return to discuss this matter.

"Eat first, then after we eat we talk again." Widya try to mediate.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Alana.

While the Altar and the Great only budged. Busy, with his own thoughts.

They were at the dinner table for a long time.

While the Altar and the Great spoke together in the living room. Talk between men.

"Alana honey, is there anything that bothers you?" widya asked, after all their work was done.

Alana was washing her hands in the sink.

And Widya also gave a cloth to dry the hand of the son-in-law.

"Actually Ma'am, I was doubtful, upset," jawan Alana, hesitated as well. But the habit never lies, finally Alana tells all her turmoil to the mother.

About her and the Altar who had been repeatedly having sex, also about her fear of getting pregnant during college later.

Instead of being anxious, Widya smiled. Knowing Alana and Altar had become a real couple, making Widya very grateful.

New hopes began to emerge in his heart, so that Alana could get pregnant soon.

"But my mom is smiling like that?" ask Alana, astonished.

And widya even more chuckle made.

"Yes, here it is. You guys postpone college next year. After all, there is no need to go straight to college right? even a few years later you are still allowed to go to school" Widya replied, at length.

After hearing her daughter-in-law tell her a story, Widya thought this was the solution.

Looking at her, Alana who was smiling was small.

"Is it like that, Mom?" alana asked, need certainty.

"Of course, oh yeah, when did you first do that?" ask Widya anyway, enthusiastically.

"3 weeks ago Mom, prom time nigth, that time_"

"Yes yes," Widya quickly interrupted the son-in-law's speech. Before this innocent daughter-in-law recounted her unification scene with the child, the Altar.

Widya, won't be able to hear it.

Finished chatting in the kitchen, Widya and Alana approached the two men in the living room.

I don't know what to talk about, but both of their faces looked serious.

"Mas, what are you talking about?" widya asked her husband. He asked when he was sitting right next to the Great.

"It's nothing dear, about the lecture," replied Agung as it is.

Altar is not like Alana who always talks honestly. The altar is more careful with each word. That's why, when asked where the Altar wants to go to college, the Altar only answers now he is thinking.

Knowing her husband did not look okay, Widya invited Agung to enter the room.

She was tired and wanted her husband to rest.

Leaving Alana and the Altar together in the living room.

In the room, Widya immediately tells all the stories she knows about Alana and the altar.

Also about the turmoil of his two children to continue their education in college.

Hearing his wife's story, the grandiose smiled.

"I should have just talked to Alana directly, not talk to that shitty altar," replied Agung after the wife finished telling her.

And Widya just chuckled at her husband's answer.

"If the mas who spoke with Alana, the story could be long, until the magrib will not be finished," Widya replied.

especially when talking about the issue of bed, her husband is the most enthusiastic.

"Yes, you told them to postpone college first."

"Yes Mas" Widya replied, according to.

That afternoon, Widya and Agung were already relieved. While Altar and Alana, still busy with their respective thoughts.