It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-58

"Who the hell? Really suspicious?" said one of the students who saw me so closed, that no one could know me.

"Stalker huh?"

The bluff shocked me who was secretly in hiding to notice my husband's movements. Behind there are some students who are active in the student body, coincidentally my age has surrounded me.

"Quick say, who are you? Why keep an eye on Mr. Rendra like this?"

Finally, with the pasmina covering the head to the stomach, I let go. "It's me!" I said a little annoyed to feel annoyed they just bother me.

"Owalaaah, is the bed?" chirp one of those who watched me from head to toe.

"Wiiih, whose bin is so concerned? Afraid of her husband being teased by other students?" muttered another.

"I don't want to argue, I just want to fight it. Already, you guys just broke up!"

Then, they also did not stop paying attention to my condition that had bloomed. Their eyes look really unsightly.

"Why again?"

"Ah, ingga ... only after a long time did not see you, it was already two bodies only."

I saw one of the students who was busy playing fingers and his eyes looked up at the sky. "Aren't you just married? Why is her pregnancy so bad?" said it.

"Shhhhh!" Others gave the code.

"Maybe it's DP first," another whispered with a strangle and I could hear it very clearly.

"Sttt!" The other code noticed my gaze that focused on his sabre-toothed friend earlier.

"Dissolve! Disperse!" say the other.

Finally all moved with a meaningful glance at the end of their eyes. While for me who already know what is in his mind, can only stroke the chest and wipe the fetus in my womb.

"Patience, your mother's life is not easy. But this time it's not as heavy as it used to be."

Yes, however, my husband can no longer lead this department. My husband is sick, plus he can no longer see well.

From the outside, there was no sound of Mas Aren's activities in the room. Silence is uninhabited. I slowly pulled the doorknob and found the room was still as usual, clean without dust.

Ah, what am I thinking. Of course my husband's workspace is always clean. After all, there are special cleaning employees who have been paid to clean the workspace owned by these lecturers.

"Ekhem ...."

A deheman jolted me in shock, but I kept quiet fighting as if there were no people. I lyrics to the back, it turns out my husband has crossed his chest looking blankly.

"Well, there's no one. I thought my wife was here." Mas Aren stepped towards his seat of honor. I secretly moved to give him a way.

Mas Aren occupied his chair carefully a little awkwardly. This hand felt quite wary of wanting to deliver it straight away for him to sit there safely. But this time I chose a different role. Want to be the eyes, but not the power to convey it directly.

After my husband sat quietly in his chair, a quiet atmosphere swept through this narrow room. However, I stared motionlessly, so that he would not suspect me anymore.

"It looks like my nose is a little troubled. Somehow my wife's scent always seemed to be by my side" he murmured.

His expression when talking to himself was too kiyowo in my opinion, this suddenly made me amused and difficult to hold back laughter. I also keep trying to spread my mind so that I no longer feel amused to see his behavior.

The activities on campus were secretly followed. Moments

This continued to happen in some time that continued to run without me realizing it was getting closer. The role of being a CCTV of his life is really exciting. I helped open the door that had been closed so that he could pass smoothly, opened the gate, prepared everything that he often forgot.

I do this every day without knowing how long I've been living it.

In the morning, after taking a bath, Mas Aren who was still wearing a towel was seen standing in front of the mirror. He usually does so even though he cannot see. He has a habit of shaving his mustache and beard in the mirror of the room, not the one in the bathroom. So, the habit continues to carry over even though his eyesight is problematic.

"Why, Mas? Want another shave?" tanyaku who noticed his actions as if looking at himself carefully.

From within the mirror image, I saw the net capture my existence, and as if looking straight at me. It was like looking at me from my head to my swollen feet. Then, his gaze seemed straight on my stomach that was so big that I could not tie my shoelaces myself, or look at my own feet without looking at the reflection in the mirror.

Can my husband really see?