It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-111U. Babysit bg.2

Ah, finally the lecture this morning is over as well. I saw the clock on the watch in hand showing the time at ten in the morning. This is very tight with my husband's schedule to go to the next class.

I immediately searched them into Mas Aren's study. However, only the vacuum I encountered, accompanied by books on the shelves and desks.

Where are they?

I also pressed the call on the husband's contact, but my call was rejected.

What the hell's going on?

Shortly thereafter, a message came in from Mas Aren.

[Wait a minute. I'm talking to the head of the department. ]

What the hell's going on? Tumben once he was called the head of the department?

I moved to the department office and waited for my husband and son there. While waiting, some lecturers glanced at me then shook their heads.

It makes me feel bad and guessing. What happened to Mas Aren? Hopefully not a problem caused by bringing children to campus.

Some time later, my husband was seen coming out of the department headroom with a lethargic face. Elena bit her fingers with a look that was no less empty.

"What's going on?"

"What if Elena you take her home first? Class afternoon permission. Let me tell your lecturer."

Mas Aren doesn't want to see my face at all. This makes me even more certain there's something between the two of them.

"Mass?"

He glanced for a moment then bowed back languidly. "I'll book a taxi online for you two. Sorry, I can't drop off because I have to teach."

I looked at my husband's back who was walking down. My heart hurts because of all of that. I squatted down to look at Elena. Elena looked at me meaninglessly.

"What happened between Elena and Papa?"

Elena turned her head to look at the door where she had come out earlier. His hand pointed towards the door. "Papa scolded people there, Buk." Clear details began to fall from Elena's eye patch.

Then I saw from the door two people who looked like they kept hating us. Elena pointed at the two people.

"They were angry at Papa, Buk." cried my little girl.

Now I understand why my husband looks so messed up. Apparently, it was still the same people he was telling. I immediately pulled Elena to follow my husband who was preparing in his study.

I entered without knocking on the door, and it was seen that he was preparing a book for the lecture he was going to teach. I hugged him from behind.

"Sorry, Mas. Did I just give you a prolonged burden?"

He stopped the activity for a few seconds. After that twisting his body put me in his arms. "I've booked a taxi online for both of you. We'll continue talking at home."

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Elena was playing with the grandfather below, while looking at the employees who were working.

"Right now you have to focus on what you start. Your husband said, just a little more. Hang on! Elena's problem, we both talked about it. We agreed to stay here until you finish your studies."

Mak's words just made my grief overflow just like that. I'm sure my husband would have loved the way out that my parents intervened like this.

At dinner together, my husband was more silent. Either because of jaim or because of this problem, making him prefer not to say much.

Tonight my parents took Elena to bed with them. Of course Elena did not want to be invited to separate from her mother. However, the various persuasions of her grandfather, made Elena want to separate the room from us.

"Now you speak from heart to heart with him! From today, Elena will sleep with us." Mak said.

I agreed and went into the room. On the bed leaning back between the arrangement of several pillows, my husband continued to sigh with a blank look.

I sat right in front of him with a smile even though I had no reason to smile. I pulled her lips left and right so she could smile.

"I'm sorry, Mom? Your day is hard because of my presence."

Mas Aren saw me frowning. "You don't say that again! To me, you and Elena are a happiness I've never achieved before. It's just—"

"The problem at work again?"

Mas Aren was stunned for a moment, he shook his head slowly. "It's gonna be over soon. Don't you worry about me!"

"Darling, what do you think if Mak and Dad stay here for a while?"

Mas Aren pondered for a moment. "Yes, please. They're your parents, of course my parents too—"

"Until I finish college." I interrupted her words quickly.

Then my husband's eyes looked at the part that had disappeared. Elena's bed was no longer in this room.

"They were present to accompany Elena. They don't agree if I quit college. It will be those who will accompany Elena when we are not home."

Mas Aren looked to be frowning back. "Then how do we know dong?" He gave a strange code that I could strangely understand.

"You don't make noises? Shame if you are astonished." he said with a facial mimic that changed just like that.

"Yeeee, who's the noise?"

Then Mas Aren moved towards the door locking him tightly. "Do you know you're not sick anymore?" He pulled the zipper on my clothes looking at my shoulder that was hurt yesterday.

"How do you think?"

"Hmmm, I promise I won't make you sick. Tonight huh? Suppose I give medicine to keep my mind ...."