Hay Pak Teacher
The Part 87

Alana, the girl pecked herself in front of the mirror, noticing her appearance, not forgetting she put lip gloss on her sex lips. This is the second time he will visit Alvi at the office. After fainting in Alvi's room, the man never allowed her to visit again.

Ready with her grooming, Alana went downstairs her current destination was her husband's study. Looking for the file that Alvi forgot to bring to the office. The girl developed a smile when she saw the blue map on the table as directed by her husband.

"It could be that Aa forgot a file like this." Ignoring the disbelief of an Alvino the Mr. Perfect can also be careless.

Just about to step his eyes accidentally caught a drawer that some days made him curious. Because kepo Alana put the blue map back, then tried to open the second drawer from the top but nil the drawer was locked.

"Because, in the lock, I'm getting curious." Alana grumbled a little, looking for keys around her husband's desk, it was not difficult to find small objects in the room Alvi. The work room is always neatly arranged, all objects are placed on his face, even the smallest object has a special look like the key he was looking for, it was on the third shelf.

The girl's smile grew wider as the drawer she wanted opened, she swiftly checked the important files inside, and found what she was looking for. The medical records he accidentally saw a few days ago.

"Gaje so much, Aa, to nyimpen the medical results of my foot." Just about to put the paper back, one piece of paper dropped.

Deg

Alana's heart beat faster to read the discus letter, even she slightly squeezed the faded blue paper, the seeds in her eye sludge ready to spill, removing the makeup she made just now.

"So this is the reason Aa never offended a child again?"

She feels failed to be a wife for Alvi, the man who really wants the offspring must be disappointed with his current condition, difficult to get pregnant, even the chances are only 10%.

The girl's hand shook, reading the next sheet. His heart was as crumpled by an invisible hand to find a truth he had never known so far.

"I've had a miscarriage?" I don't know who it was. "When am I pregnant? why didn't I ever tell you?"

Without taking care of anything, the girl came out of Alvi's room with a deep sense of disappointment. If Alvi hides about her not being able to get pregnant, it's natural because maybe Alvi doesn't want her to think. But the man even hid about his life until he miscarried.

The file is carried with mang Jaja

Fill in Alana's message directly replied by Alvi.

How about Mang Jaja? you didn't come here?

I'm sleepy.

Reply Alana is short, dense and clear. After that, he deactivated his phone.

The girl sat herself down at the pantry table, calling Bi Neneng who was preparing lunch for her.

"Bi a lotin yes portion, I need energy."

Bi Neneng smiled, finally his Old wife asked to eat without being reminded or told like other days. The middle-aged woman swiftly prepared the food on the table at Alana's request.

"Why cry?" asked bi Neneng when he saw Alana eating while crying.

Alana tried to laugh even though tears kept pouring down her cheeks. "For the most part" he answered.

Eating while crying is not a pleasant thing, but it he did so as not to get sick and more troublesome Alvi. Tired of holding back the tightness in her chest, Alana threw a glass in front of her, until shards of shard were scattered on the floor.

"Astagfirullah, Neng." surprised bi Neneng.

Alana crouched down, helped bi Neneng clean the glass shards on the floor collecting barefoot to make the lentic hand scratched and bleed.

The corner of the girl's lips was pulled upwards, it felt like she was a little calm seeing the blood flowing in her hands. Wanting to calm down even more, he gripped the larger shards and grasped them enjoying the different sensance in his palm.

"Oh my goodness, bloody neng's hand." In a hurry Bi Neneg picked up the tissue and cleaned the blood on the girl's hands which was unceasingly flowing. "It hurts so much? auntie said, let auntie do it. If you know, you'll be angry." The middle-aged woman's lecture was long, it could be confirmed that Alvi would go berserk if something happened to his wife.

Again the girl smiled trying to cover up the wounds and disappointment in her heart. He hates liars, but he's been living with people like that all along.

"More hurt I Bi," said Alana. "Bi, don't you think I'm staying? I'm so sleepy."

"No Papa Neng."

The girl got up, cleaned her hands using the seashell water in the wastalfel, there was no intention to treat it. Alana laid her body on the pink-white bed. Heedless of the blood on his hands that could have soiled his bed. I don't know how long he cried to sleep.

If the beautiful haired girl is sad another case with Alvi. The man continued to smile as he left the Anggara Group building. Finally, he can go home quickly to meet his beloved wife who had died from his cellphone.

Alvi's smile grew wider, his fatigue gradually disappeared as the car he was driving entered the gate of their house, the shadow of Alana who was welcoming him behind the door with a smile, continued to dance in his mind.

It turned out that expectations did not match reality, when opening the door, there was no one to welcome him. Just about to get into the elevator bi Neneng called him.

"Sir."

"Hm." without turning around.

"So Nonya Alana ate while crying" Bi Neneng reported.

"Why?" This time Alvi turned to face the middle-aged woman.

"I don't know Sir. Madam's hand was also hurt because..." Not finished bi Neneng with the sentence, Alvi hunted into the elevator.

Just opening the door of the room, he was presented with an unpleasant sight, the white pink bed sheet is now filled with red stains in the middle.

Alvi throws her briefcase as she approaches her girl who is either sleeping or unconscious, she pats her cheeks slowly.

"Alana wake up baby!"

The girl squirms, blinking her eyes.

"Thank God." Lega Alvi pulled Alana into his arms peeling the girl's forehead many times, but the girl had no intention at all to return the embrace of the man who was her husband.

Alana is like a statue, silent a thousand languages when Alvi treats her hands.

"We're going to the doctor, yeah, your hand wound is too deep." Persuade Alvi, looking up at my wife's face, not to mention her puffy eyes.

However, the girl turned her attention in the other direction not wanting to chat with Alvi.

"Say you cry while eating? wh why? is anyone sick? why are your hands hurt too?"

"I miss my mother."

"Our mother's house tonight, Aa's tired of just coming home."

"I can do it myself."

"Alright, Aa take a shower after that we go to the mother's house." Pasrah Alvi who does not know the martyrdom of Alana is equally sakali.

"I can do it myself." repeated Alana.

"No papa and Aa, I'm not tired of it." Alvi stroked Alana's injured hand.

"I can do it myself" said Alana, full of pressure. "You deaf?"

"Well."

"Do not have drama? just know it!"

...TBC...

Hay how are you dear readers grandpa, healthy right? Healthy dong yes.

While waiting for Aa up to stop by in the novel dedek less morals I nih🤭di guarantee baper.