It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-14. (pov Arendra) Arendra Junior
"Jiaah, another red light? My son didn't form dong?"
He scrunched his forehead. "Kids? Want to have kids right away?"
"Well, what husband doesn't want to have children? I want Arendra junior dong?"
Nesya shook her head quickly. "Don't first. You know, I was busy. I'm not ready to have another child right now."
It's really what he said. But I want to have children too. Should I give up on this?
"Yes already." I chose to go to the bathroom, prepare for Isya prayer and sleep.
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The next day on campus, I always chose not to go into the department office if I didn't have anything important there. I'd rather go straight to class after missing my finger slips, then head for class.
The reports from Pak Suhandi and Bu Yeni were too overwhelming. I think it's okay to bring a child to college. It turns out that because they exaggerate too much, it makes me subject to disciplinary sanctions.
Today I went to a student class that gave me a love letter. I must be firm that I cannot be treated as I was then.
Again, the letters were on the table in the lecture hall. All the students seemed to be waiting for the moment for me to read the contents of the letter.
This time, I opened the letters in front of the class. All who have eyes look to enlarge the cornea they have. However, the papers I pulled with a voice that made a pain in the ears.
"Lhoh, Sir? How torn?"
There was a voice of complaint without any guilt or shame. "Brothers know, when I was in school and college, there was nothing like this."
"I press it back to you all, that I don't receive a letter like this anymore. Please look for a peer who is more deserving of your story."
I put the paper in the available trash. "I'm already married. I hope there's nothing like this anymore. If I still find it, then the names in the letter I'll give you a sign."
"understand?"
All faces looked down. I can be good, but they don't know what if an Arendra is angry. Especially when it comes to household matters.
After the lecture was over, Nesya took lunch. Hmm, I still feel uncomfortable with what he said last night. I told him to go home, but it was too late. Nesya was already at the door of the class where I was beating.
All the students looked towards us. It seems Nesya has not felt awkward again and tumben once he picked up until in front of the lecture hall door.
Nesya glanced at the female student who stared long at him. He raised his chin as if challenging his underclassmen to grapple. The student bowed his head and hurried to leave us.
"That's enough?" my question is to pull him.
"Not yet." Nesya held her hand on my waist from behind and leaned her head on my arm.
What's wrong with my wife? Usually he is always anti like this in front of others. He said that he was afraid of someone who did not like plus shame when indulging in intimacy. Why is he this time? Though he always Juliid saw the pretentious artists in front of the camera.
"Where are you hanging out?"
The hand on my waist moved to pinch my waist. It feels so sore. Ever since I became my wife, Nesya has pinched me too often. Are all women identical with the pinch?
Oh ... Or maybe this is the problem he was talking about last night? Hmmm ....
"I want to go home, you don't mess with that student. I just saved you from them."
"So you really don't want to have lunch?" tanyanya back.
Oh, yes ... Where did the lazy feeling meet with Nesya who was holding me back?
This adorable action made me forget the disappointment that shackled me.
"Come, eat first. While talking about Arendra Junior's plan." This time it was my turn to hook my hand on her waist. He brushed off, but still didn't make me waver.
"This is also to save your husband. Let's not look at another woman."