It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-20. Sustained after marriage

I continued my journey to campus. I saw in the parking lot Mas Aren's car. Who was that hotel at?

I immediately headed to his office. The entire paper was scattered, his hands on the keyboard, but his eyes were closed with his head nodding a few times.

What did my husband do to make him sleep in a sitting position like this?

His phone was downstairs, I picked it up and it was off. Looks like he's running out of power. I peeked at the laptop screen that was not on.

Mas Aren flinched and opened his eyes instantly wiping his mouth. "Hmmm, have you come? What time is it?"

He felt like he was looking for something under a pile of papers strewn across his desk.

"Searching this?" I shake the cell phone in my hand.

Mas Aren rubbed his eyes on the phone. "Well, dead?" He asked me. I can only shrug my shoulders.

"You must be worried?"

"Yes, worry! After being indignant and leaving without saying goodbye, where not to go home not to give news, I so think that all sorts of."

Mas Aren rubbed his face. "I think I should go home for a moment." He got up without commenting on the uneg-uneg that I just issued.

"You hear what I'm saying, don't you?"

But he just tilted his left head right up bottom regardless of the sound that came out smoothly from my mouth.

"Maaassa?"

He glanced at me for a moment, then stretched his muscles. "Well angry?"

"Not yet!" my reply.

"I should be angry. But hearing that word coming out of your mouth, I think that's enough for me. You're so cool when you say it."

What the hell is he talking about?

"No small thing, only regrets .. blah blah blah blah ... Wiiisss, that's so cool!" Two thumbs in front of my nose.

"But why are you playing? I'm so confused to think you're mad at me."

He's still busy turning his head around his neck. "My neck hurts a lot, Yang."

"illness?" My reflex moved to check the neck he said hurt. I checked for a moment and the experience gave the answer.

"This is because his head hung up long ago brought that sleep. So pegel and hopefully not the wrong vein."

"Aaah, this is because the Dean of our faculty, promoted me to be the Chair of the Pure Accounting Study Program, aah ... I got bothered like this." he said still rubbing his neck.

"When is it asked? How do I not know?" I want to be angry, but pity more. I found something that could be given to him. Aah, I finally found the eucalyptus oil that rock n roll.

"Yesterday when I wanted to go home, I was called to the Dean's office. Well, that's when Mr. Dean said he would confirm me as the Chief Prodi to replace Mr. Suhandi."

"Naaah, the terms are a lot and I have to complete the documents and portfolio while I'm in the functional department. Ah, mumet!" Mas Aren checked back the laptop he was using.

My hands are still actively scraping around her neck which is said to hurt. Then he held me back and told me to stop.

"I think I should go home for a little while to take a shower and get changed. What about you?"

"I had a lecture this morning. At home there is a Father and Mother. They're worried when you don't go home without word."

For a moment I noticed the tired face of my husband who had been trying all night to fulfill the Dean's request. "Well, my husband is really cool. Could be the head of the prodi at a young age."

Mas Aren yawned and was covered by his fist. "Not good, same with your parents. I took a shower at Mama's house."

Then she smiled wryly rubbing my head gently. "It's all sustenance after we get married. At first I wanted to stop because I had a series of problems with the old prodi chairman. Eeeh now knows that even I was appointed as the head of the study."

"Yes, let's nyahok that Mr. Suhandi! Can't mess with my husband anymore." I am excited to remember that too. If he occupies a higher position, of course no one would dare to mess with my husband again.

Mas Aren again rubbed my head and laughed showing off his teeth that had not been brushed. "There is no revenge. Let the devil be vengeful."

My reflexes laughed followed by her. I hugged her still-perfumed body, leaving behind the scent of perfume that was worn in the past day.

"I haven't had a shower" he whispered.

"What no. Usually it's just like this...."

After that, she went back to her mother's house to take a shower and change her clothes. While I have to go into the lecture hall and sit next to Lingga.

However, Lingga did not give the same response as before when he excommunicated me.

"You why Lingga? Is there something you're thinking?"

However, he did not budge and chose to move on another bench. Lingga why the hell?

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In the afternoon, I want to check the condition of the husband who is said to be busy. Who knows I as a wife can help reduce her hassles.

"Which, Alven's home."

"Oh yeah? Pantes yadi I saw someone very similar to you come out of the hotel. I was gonna pull it and I was mad if it was really you...."