Galak Lecturer's Wife
Knowing His Real Identity

This morning the weather was a little cloudy outside, but inside the house occupied by Abhimanyu and Infiera it looked like a spring filled with blooming flowers. Fiera was seen blushing as she walked out of her room.

Until breakfast, the woman did not dare to look her husband in the eye. He kept trying to turn his face every time he faced Abhimanyu.

“Fier, is honey still there?” asked Abhimanyu, from the direction of the dining table, while Fiera was seen busy washing dishes.

“There is in the top cabinet beside the refrigerator, in the flour section.”

Abhimanyu immediately searched the place mentioned by his wife. Be met. He immediately picked it up, to add it to the avocado juice he had just made.

When he finished, Abhimanyu brought him the glass of avocado juice to the kitchen. “Fier is done? Make juice for you.”

“Sebentar.” Infiera dried his hands first before approaching and receiving the juice. She was still slightly lowered when she was in front of her husband.

Abhimanyu was sensitive enough to realize that. He smiled as he took a sip of avocado juice in his hand. “Ya, spilled.”

Abhimanyu immediately put down his glass and shook his hand on his chest that was hit by the juice spill on purpose.

Hearing that, Fiera automatically raised her face to look. Hurry up he picks up a tissue on top of the pantry.

“Why not be careful?” Infiera slowly rubbed her husband's chest.

Abhimanyu caught the hand of his wife who was cleaning her clothes.

“Mas!”

“Fier, face Mas.”

Fiera raised her face and looked at her husband's handsome face. “Mas, let me finish this first.”

Abhimanyu chuckled, when he saw his wife's reddened face. “Are you ashamed?”

“I'm ashamed? Why?”

“Buktinya you do not want to stare at the face mas.”

Finally, inevitably Infiera returned her husband's gaze firmly. “You are very beautiful if you are blushing like this, hmm.” Abhimanyu raised his hand and touched the cheek of the woman who was officially his.

“Mas, let me clean Mas's shirt first.”

“But, Mas want to rich gini longer with you.”

Abhimanyu embraced Infiera's waist suddenly, and pulled the wife's body to the docked body. “You today moved to the upper room, hmm.”

“I-iya, later tonight I move to the upper room.”

“No. You have to sleep now,” said Abhimanyu.

“Hah? Now then? It's still morning, we just woke up.”

Instead of explaining, Abhimanyu instead smiled strangely, he suddenly crouched down to hold his wife.

“But mas want to sleep now.”

Infiera's face grew even more blushing as she realized what her husband meant. She was surprised, but immediately put her hands together on her husband's neck as Abhimanyu began to step up the stairs slowly. The 21-year-old girl knew it was slipping her face over her husband's chest.

Finally, the morning returned to a time full of excitement for two people who were drunk with love.

***

Abhimanyu's white car was seen stopping in front of the campus, the man turned to his side. “You if you want to go home with your phone. We go home together. You see, now Mas will only meet Gerald at the cafe.”

Fiera nodded. “I'll be a little long as it seems, because there are some things to discuss with Anisa. I also have to submit a report with Kak Adi for yesterday's activities in Malang.”

“No problem. Just call when you're done.”

Once again Infiera nodded, she reached out her hand to kiss the hand of the man beside her.

Abhimanyu stretched out his right hand and his left hand stroked the top of his head. “I love you,” he said suddenly.

“Assalamualaikum.”

“Mmm, answer first.”

Fiera chuckles. “I love you too.”

“Waalaikum greetings,” replied Abhimanyu.

Fiera got out of the car and Abhimanyu lowered the glass window. “Honey, don't forget to phone us if you want to go home.”

Fiera looked to his right and left. Sure, there's enough people around there. What if they hear it? He still has a feeling of fear, considering all this time he had to hide his relationship with Abhimanyu.

Abhimanyu realized the shock of his wife. He just smiled. “Ya already, you come in.”

Finally, Fiera simply nodded and waved at the man before turning around and stepping away.

After confirming that his wife had entered, Abhimanyu immediately drove his car to the cafe. He had to meet Gerald to discuss the party to announce his marriage to Infiera to his fellow lecturers and also to his wife's friends. He also had to discuss how many guests they could invite to the cafe.

Once at the cafe, Abhimanyu smiled broadly as he saw Gerald was talking to one of their staffers who was there.

Gerald who saw the arrival of Abhimanyu narrowed his eyes suspiciously, feeling slightly astonished.

“Lo long wait?” asked Abhimanyu patting his best friend's shoulder. “Why do you see I'm so rich? Is something wrong?”

“There,” replied Gerald briefly. He was still looking at Abhimanyu closely.

“What?” Abhimanyu looked at his clothes. He made sure that nothing strange appeared. “What's wrong?”

“Face lo.”

“My face? Is there a stain?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“Bapak today looks really bright,” said the staff who had been talking to Gerald. “Kaya new people get salary.”

A flick of the hand sounded from Gerald. “Accurate once. Right, guys? She's weird?”

The staff smiled, as he finally understood why Gerald was looking at Abhimanyu like a man of astonishment. He did not dare to answer, because after all Abhimanyu was one of his superiors there.

“What's weird?”

“Heh! He just strange to see you smile, what else I almost every day meet your face that is already rich plywood, flat.”

“Badness lo!”

However, Abhimanyu did not deny that. Today he is very happy. Not because of the salary, but because he just got his ration as a husband. What's more, before leaving he went back to take his rations.

“It seems I know the reason.” Gerald tried to guess.

“Don't think much. Better you marry me to know what it feels like.”

“Loh, what do I mean? Why should I marry you so I know how it feels? In fact, I want to say that the opening of the cafe is finally going well and there will be no more delays.”

Abhimanyu immediately turned his face away, which slowly turned reddish in shame. How could he say such a ridiculous thing to Gerald. That's him just announcing what the reason looks different.

Gerald knew that. He held back his smile. He deliberately teased Abhimanyu. When else can do it. All this time, the man who had been friends with him for quite a long time was indeed very secretive about his personal life.

“Bi, you still remember Andreas?”

“Andreas?”

“Yes, he owns a digital writing platform that I once knew during the workshop. He called yesterday to meet you. He said he wanted to discuss cooperation with your publishing company. Some writers there began to have militant readers. One of them is Pena Rindu which is now on the rise. The book is ready to come out. I saw it on social media platform.”

Abhimanyu was silent to hear the name of Pena Rindu. He seems like a stranger.

“Why?”

“Gue is rich in foreign with that pen name.”

“Bent in. You would definitely be surprised if you knew who the owner of that pen name was.”

Gerald pulled out his phone and showed it to Abhimanyu. “This I got from Andreas. At first I didn't want to ask for the data, but when I heard the name I was quite surprised. Finally, I asked for full data from him.”

Abhimanyu took Gerald's phone and read an identity there. His eyes slowly rounded, surprised. “Infiera Falguni?”

“One stop. Miss Infiera. But, Mrs Alsaki. Wife of Abhimanyu Alsaki incarnation of plywood.”

“So, Pen Miss my wife?”

Abhimanyu did not think that the manuscript he rejected belonged to his own wife.