It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-30. (pov Arendra)

After finishing the welcoming meeting in the department room with a cold and gripping atmosphere, I immediately walked out of the meeting room. Huuufftt, it feels so relieved. It felt like I just came out of hell.

While walking in the corridor, I saw Nesya having a big fight with her best friend. The phallus just left with a pouting face.

Nesya also looks upset, I don't know what caused the quarrel. Hopefully not for his ex anymore. The business that should have ended a long time ago did not end because Lingga was even dating Nesya's ex-husband.

He was unaware of my presence. Nesya was still busy staring long at the departure of her friend. His head was rubbed and he was very shocked because of that.

"Aaaah, uh?" he put on a manyun face.

"Why you?"

He shook his head and threw himself down on the bench under the gazebo in the campus garden. He held his chin on both hands.

"What's wrong? Why are you fighting?"

"So you saw us fighting?" he still hasn't changed position.

"Yes, I saw you two get angry, and then Lingga left. What's the problem again this time?"

Nesya was silent for a moment. "I told him to just break up with Bang Alan, uh. Accusing me of not being." Nesya looked sullen, but if she was so real it made me really upset.

"That's it! Do not keep interfering with their business! Let them be happy with their world!"

Nesya raised her face, she got up directly embracing my arm. Tumben once he wants to be like this out in the open like this? I lyric left and right, no one happens to see.

"Why is this all of a sudden?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why are you jealous too?" I also restored my hair with one hand that was still idle.

"Me, mah .. above average. Time, same thing so that I can be jealous?"

Nesya who had been looking sullen, now struggling to laugh began to take off her embrace. "About rising caste huh? Suddenly, so arrogant." He pulled my nose with a squash.

"Udah ah, shame. Someone will see it" he said.

We parted ways, because I had to go to class to continue the work. While he, chose to rest in my work space which this time the size is wider.

When the lecture material, questions arise from the students I teach at this time. One of them asked what the benefits were for graduates of accounting degree, continuing their studies to accounting profession programs.

Our campus has indeed given birth to many accounting scholars. However, among them, not many continue the accounting profession program, because the cost factor is much higher than the master.

Looks like I will raise this matter as one of the works I created. They must know also, so many benefits of the accountant profession program that is still so minimal.

In order not to forget this short-term planning, I immediately move the idea into a special agenda that is always a place to save all the plans that I will achieve.

One of them, having children with a beloved wife, at least five so that my house is crowded. Moreover, the age of Nesya is still very young, can be a child production plan in the long run is running successfully.

"Sir, why smile for yourself?" One of the students in the class commented on me who had forgotten to still be in the classroom.

"It seems to remember that last night with his wife," every last one of the students made the classroom atmosphere become boisterous.

"Shhhhh!" I just gave the code with the index finger on the lips.

After the lecture, some students still look amused about the discussion during the lecture earlier. I walked towards the study room inhabited by Nesya.

When I went inside, it turned out that he was no longer in the lecture hall. I called him immediately, but my call was not answered.

Where is he going? Though I just wanted to express a plan that has just made a work in accordance with this department. I immediately took his phone and contacted him.

"Where are you? Why don't you tell me when you're gone?"

"Sorry, Mas. I'm just again ..." He did not continue his words.

"I'll wait at home. Love you my husband." The call closed without giving me a chance to speak.

On returning home, Nesya had actually been there. His face looked back pouting.

"Why again? Don't tell me you're continuing to meddle in Lingga and your ex-husband's affairs? How many more times do I have to tell you. Don't interfere with other people's business!"

Nesya frowned. "What the hell is that?"

"Keep, why is that pouting?"

"It looks like I'm miscarrying, Mas."

"Huh? When is she pregnant? How come I don't know?"

"I came home because suddenly my monthly guest came."

"Lhoh? Coming again? Wasn't it just yesterday? I'm fasting again dong?"