Hay Pak Teacher
The Part 55

Alana, the beautiful haired girl down one staircase after giving up longing with her beloved mother and fulfilling her duties as a Muslim, she set foot into the kitchen to meet her husband. But what I was looking for was not there.

"Bi, where's Aa?" Alana sits down at the dinner table, where there is a plate of spaghetti in front of her. "This is what makes Aa bi?"

"Eh si Eneng, Iya Neng, Mr. who made it." said bi Neneng while tidying up the kitchen equipment that had been used Alvi earlier.

"Where is she?"

"In Neng's study."

Alana just nodded her head, about to feed the spaghetti into her mouth, but the tiny hand movement came to a halt when she saw the bloodstains around the trash.

"Who's blood?" inquiringly.

Bi Neneng looked at Alana, then followed the direction of the girl's gaze.

"Blood Master, Neng, was accidentally hit by a shard."

Hearing Bi Neneng's reply, Mood ate Alana suddenly disappeared, she got up from her seat, why she could be this sloppy anyway, her husband's hands were injured she did not know.

"The food is gone, sir."

The girl did not say she kept walking up the stairs and turned a little towards Alvi's room, she opened the door slowly and found the man working on something with his laptop.

"Hand Aa's wound?" Alana grabbed Alvi's right hand, there was still a red rickshaw and a deep enough scratch.

Instead of answering Alvi instead pulled Alana sitting on her lap. "Well eat?"

"Why didn't Aa tell me Aa's hand was hurt? why cook too." Omel Alana grabbed the p3k box that was still available on Alvi's desk. Maybe Alvi hasn't had time to return it.

"Not sick, just to scratch doang."

"Slightly, cimi ki girid dying." Alana sneered back to clean the wound on Alvi's hand with Alcohol, then dripped the red medicine, after which gave him a bandage.

He kissed the man's hand with teary eyes. Alvi always knew her pain, but she, only injured her hand, if not someone else who told her she would not know.

"Don't gini again Aa, if Aa's wounds don't hide from me, I'm your wife."

"Yes, don't cry, the beauty is gone." Alvi wiped Alana's tears with her thumb, fixed her sitting position, so that the beautiful haired girl would not fall on her lap.

"Could you get a shard?" alana looked into the eyes of Eagle Alvi but did not reply, and focused on another object.

Alvi did not want Alana to see the disappointment in her eyes.

"A." Yeah." Alana cupped the two jaws of Alvi so that the Eagle's eyes returned the reply, but the man instead hid his face in the recess of Alana's neck.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, not in the mood to know Aa's hand hurt."

"Eat Al first, it's almost this afternoon."

"Don't lick Aa." Alana pushed Alvi's shoulder as the man's tongue started mischievously in the niche of his neck. "He hasn't eaten, has he?" search Alana.

"Hm."

"Judah we eat together, I bribe Aa."

Alvi's thin smile harrumphed her maiden words. "Bribery with mouth but." he blinked a flirtatious eye, making Alana's tiny hand land smooth on her stomach.

"No need to be a pervert." Alana's wrath pinched Alvi's bread, instead of grimacing the man laughed.

"Where are you going?"

"You told my aunt to take food."

Instead of beating Alana instead. "Don't tell aunt, if we can still do it, she's not the petrifier in this house. Bi Neneng just help me, which means just doing what I can't" explained Alana did not like it if middle-aged women like bi Neneng were exhausted.

He was taught by his parents not to distinguish a person from a caste. The beautiful haired girl never told bi Neneng to do things that she could do on her own. Taking food, drinking water, washing their underwear, and cleaning the room, he always did it himself. That's his form of respect.

"Sit down!" Alana pulled Alvi's hand to sit next to her. "Let me take it." instead of leaving he squinted his eyes at the man beside him. "What's making milk every night for me is aunty?"

Alvi scratched his nape that did not itch, if I can be honest he often told bi Neneng.

"Once upon a time doang Al. But believe the same Aa, the milk that every day Aa drank her own efforts really."

"Are you drinking milk?" alana asked, because she never saw Alvi drink milk if she wanted to sleep like him.

"Hm, from the source directly." Alvi gave a smile looking at Alana's confusion. He bringsuk getting closer to the body of his girl, while grinning he re-opened his voice.

"You want proof, Hm?" alvi's burly hands began to slip into the top notch that Alana was wearing, making the girl jerk and just realized the perverted thoughts of her husband, oh so what Alvi meant, from the source of it...ah already.

Plaque!!!

Alana slaps Alvi's hand to get out of her hiding place "No need to be perverted."

Alvi just chuckled, looking at the annoyed face of his wife.

After lunch in the afternoon, of course, there is a lot of drama in it, where Alvi really asks for a bribe from her girl's mouth, fortunately they eat in Alvi's office, Alvi's office, until Alana is not too shy to obey the will of the husband who suddenly gesrek and pervert.

They are in the room now.

"Ready now." ordered Alvi, but the girl was instead pensive on the edge of the bed, with her feet dangling to the floor.

Alvi invited him to the wedding of Alvaro Antarakna, Ceo Antarakna Group one of his coworkers, but the problem here, he did not have any preparation, he did not have any preparation, because of the sudden invitation of the 2-door refrigerator which is now ready with his suit.

"Why all of a sudden I don't have a shirt."

Alvi gawking at the grievances of the wife, kept one big closet in their room what is it? trashy? there are still many clothes in the white closet, hanging neatly wrapped in plastic.

He walked up to the closet and opened it wide. "Then what's this, baby?" alvi Gemes.

"Dad...I don't understand the feelings of women. Almost all the clothes I've been wearing, when he was wearing it again, where I want the photos continue to post in Ig." Alana grumbled. "You bought it again, it's all because of Aa, so it's gone."

"Darling!" persuade Alvi.

"Yes Aa dear what? aa have a solution?"

"Telfon aunt Fany, she's a famous fashion stylist, must know what clothes are suitable for you to wear."

Alana's smile immediately expands, why she forgets that fact, she will be surrounded by talented people, her mother a designer, and her aunt a fashion stylist.

"It's so pinter." Hugged the man's body. "Love.love a flower Aa baby."

...TBC...

Does anyone know who Fany is? those who do not know come to this story. Daren and Fany are Samuel's parents.