IN-LAW
Very disappointed

"What are you doing in front of my room?" Hanry was a little surprised to see Varga standing in front of his room.

"I miss you, man." Hanry laughed amusedly, hearing Varga's reply. The two men shook hands with each other and then hugged each other to miss.

"A good joke" said Hanry, he knew that Varga's words were only pleasantries.

Varga chuckled, putting one of her hands in her pants pocket while waiting for Hanry to open her office door.

"Please come in, Mr. Varga" said Hanry to make way for his friend.

"Thank you professor" said Varga, entering the room and giggling in admiration. The towering cupboards in filled with thick books were also some awards hanging neatly and being the interior in the room.

"I thought you'd be this successful." Varga clucked, looking at Hanry who was already sitting on his great chair.

"Sit down, I'll have class soon." Hanry got up from his seat and walked towards the sofa reserved for guests.

Varga, nod.

"So you came here because you missed me?" tanya Hanry put her phone on the table.

"You don't believe it?"

"Don't be crazy, tell me!" Chirps Hanry.

"Yes well ...," Varga let out a heavy sigh. "I need your help, man."

Hanry frowned, "what kind of help do you want from me, my friend? Financially you're well established, your job is good, you also have a beautiful wife and .. very young." Hanry held back a laugh at the end he said.

"For that I am so grateful, friend." Varga replied ignoring Hanry's expression as she held back her laughter.

What is wrong with having a young wife? Benak Vargo.

Hanry smoothed the tie that was coiled around his neck, then showed his serious look.

"What brings you here?"said

"What about my wife's grades on the courses you teach?"

"Actually quite good, he was just a little behind because he did not enter several times. You came to ask that? Don't tell me you want to ask me to give your wife an A?"

"Would that happen?" Varga asked back.

Hanry quickly shook his head, "you're the same as telling me to hang up, man."

"Ha ha ha .., Aralia would also strangle me to death if she found out."

"If this wasn't the time to joke, yesterday afternoon you called and today you're suddenly here. There's gotta be something, right?" Hanry stopped that useless chat.

A moment of silence, Varga took a breath and began to tell her the meaning of meeting him.

While elsewhere ...

"Aralia, professor Han called you," Aralia's forehead shriveled, also accompanied by fear as her classmates spoke from the door of their room.

Hanry is known as a lecturer of discipline and also assertive. He will surely be punished for ignoring the Professor's lesson. Ilir and Lea looked towards him.

"Where did you go?" tanya Ilir curious.

"There is a sudden business, I went to Mr. Han's room first." replied Aralia.

In front of the room, Aralia looks nervously knocking and waiting for the command word to come in.

"Lake in!" Aralia pressed the door knob and pushed slowly, entering and searching for Hanry's whereabouts.

"Sir?" Aralia knitted her eyebrows together, not finding Han sitting there at her desk.

"Come to Aralia." Sahut Hanry from the direction where he sat with Varga.

Aralia stepped into the living room that separated the large bookshelf.

"Kak Varga ..," Aralia was shocked to enter and saw Varga sitting there with Hanry.

Varga tampa was calm as usual.

"Hey ..why are you so shocked, sit down there's something I want to tell you." Hanry turned his head to see Aralia standing with her hands closed.

Aralia stepped up and took a sitting position a bit away from Varga.

Hanry gasped, looking at Aralia as if keeping her distance.

"Is there a problem with you, Aralia? I asked your husband why didn't you get into the courses I taught you, especially yesterday?" As soon as she heard the words husband, Aralia turned towards Varga with a cold look. Sharp and deeply pierced into Varga's heart.

didn't they already agree their marriage should no one know and what this is? the professor knew it too.

"Why are you looking at him like that?" Hanry noticed the gaze, and understood why Varga had asked him to call Aralia right then and there.

Aralia looked back at Hanry with a normal look.

"Sir but he's not my guardian" Aralia said softly.

"Aralia, I know he's your husband. That's why I called him."

"That's true, as you said. I'll ask why you didn't come in and especially yesterday."

Aralia glanced at Varga, her tone changing instantly.

"I-I have business."

"What business, Ra? Didn't you go to college until the afternoon?" Varga's chirps make Aralia nervous.

"Well, you must be surprised why I called your husband and not your mother. Varga and I are friends. Since college, I've known your late brother. And I was there on your wedding day too, maybe you don't remember it because Varga didn't introduce it intensely. But trust me you can check your wedding photos I'll be there." Arali looked nervously at Hanry,

"Sorry .. It's a personal matter, Varga doesn't know this either. I'll catch up on my tardiness and fix the grades of the courses Professor taught me."

Varga chuckled at Aralia's words, she was disappointed.

"Well friend, thank you for calling me and as my wife said she will fix the value left behind and the bad." Varga stood up, extending a hand to Hanry. " The next time we meet and don't discuss things like this" he continued, they shook hands and Varga shook his head at Aralia. This time he was very disappointed in Aralia.

Hanry escorted Varga out of the room, while Aralia remained silent in her seat.

"You don't want to go after him?" Ask Hanry to her. Aralia wakes up from her seat and ....

"Excuse me sir "he said, leaving Harry's room.

"Any ..." murmured Hanry back to his desk. That's why he didn't get married. Household relationships are very complicated and he does not want to experience it.

"Sister!" Call Aralia in a furious tone.

They are now in the parking area. "what? What are you gonna say?" Varga turned around, her flushed face held back the resentment from Aralia's lies.

"I-I'm sorry" Aralia said. The gaze was not as sharp as earlier and also the hue of the girl's face looked pale, sweaty big and looked faint.

"Ara ...," murmured Varga, as his anger softened.

"Dizziness, brother" said Aralia with her head. Varga quickly moves in to help Aralia get into her car.

Aralia sat down and Varga ran towards the driver's seat door.

"Are you okay, Ra?"

"I don't know, but Ara's head hurts."

Varga, put his hand on his wife's forehead. "It looks like you're feverish, Ra. In the hospital?" Aralia shook her head,

"Sleeping alone." he murmured weakly.

"We're home, man,"

Varga brought herself closer to Aralia, making Aralia a little surprised. Their distance was very close and Varga could feel the warmth of Aralia's breath. Degub Aralia's heart raced thinking Varga would take advantage of him. But what happened, Varga just wanted to put a seatbelt on him. To make his wife comfortable on the way home.

Varga drives, occasionally glancing at the sleeping Aralia. What made this girl suddenly sick was not even long before she stared intently like a lion roaring at her earlier in her room and was now even helpless.

Varga's car entered his yard, turned off the engine, came out in a hurry and carried Aralia into the house.

"Aralia why, Varga?" Ele who was watching television in the living room was shocked to see her daughter-in-law in a cradle up the stairs.

"It looks like a fever, Ma."

"Aren't you going straight to the hospital?" Ele followed from behind.

"Ara don't want to, Ma." Varga put Aralia on the bed.

"Ah you are this. Sick people are difficult to take to the hospital. Force it on napa?" Ele Protest. Pasting a hand on Aralia's forehead. " It's still high, Ga." Reciprocity.

"Trus how, Ma?" Varga asked confusedly.

"Let mama make the compress." Ele went away.

Varga took a heavy breath, staring at Aralia lying weakly.

She must be exhausted, yesterday where were you with Aralia and with whom? What is possible with ..the person who sent him the message.

Varga should know, he pulled out his phone and called Aralia's number. Someone lifted.

"Hello ...," said from across.

"Who is this?" ask Varga kindly.

"Cayrol, Aralia's bag is still here. What to pick up."

"Hey ... Cayrol, please take care of Ara's bag. I'll go there and get it."

Cayrol, might know something about this. At that time he said that Ara had a boyfriend. I'll go see him.

Ele came in and brought a compress for Aralia.

"Ma, sign Ara yes. I'm gonna grab his phone left on campus."

"Yes, yeah. Hurry, not long. Wife if sick husband who must take care of."

" Yes, I'll take care of it. From mama."