Marrying the Old Virgin
The Morning of Unpeace

The designer took the phone out of his pants pocket and stared at the screen of the phone he was holding. “Kok is in you anyway, not in my bag?” ask Nara. Mampus me, Inner Reka.

“Have eaten first,” said Reka pointed at the plate in front of Nara with her chin.

“Our business is not finished,” said Nara.

The design scratches his nape that does not itch. Come enjoy their dinner, with a mind full of question marks what Nara will do. His wife looks ordinary and that is what makes Reka nervous. It was better to see Nara scolding her than to be silent without guessing.

Nara stood up and took the empty plate and the plate and put it in the dish. Leaving the dining room after taking the salad box that Mother gave her. Design walking tail, “Ra,” call it. Nara was indifferent, she continued walking up the stairs towards the room.

Put her briefcase on the dresser and take off her shoes. “Ra, don't be quiet. I'm so confused.”

“Then you want me how? Joget-joget because my husband's hands are quite skilled. You know, I get suspicious if you hide something,” Nara said. The designers approached Nara and now they faced each other. “I just don't want you to misunderstand, Ra.”

“You just explained, I am a human using logic not a woman who likes to be jealous blind,” said Nara and sighed. “Looks like I have to prepare my heart because my husband is a playboy.” Nara walked to the bathroom.

“Dare of Ra's oath, there is no other woman in my heart. You know for yourself, those who baper then contact me continue,” explained Reka.

Brakes.

Nara closed the bathroom door. “Ah, damn it. Because of Cindy, just look if me and Nara are getting noisier I will give the calculation,” threatened Reka.

Nara came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around her waist, not seeing Reka in the room. After putting on her pajamas, Nara headed towards the balcony. After a long time on the balcony while finishing her salad, Nara moved in. His heart was still uncomfortable with the behavior of the designer who took his phone. Choosing to go to bed early because they do not want to dissolve in his frustration.

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The designer woke up because his nose smelled the aroma of eucalyptus oil. Since feeling severe nausea, Nara no longer sprayed perfume but replaced it with eucalyptus oil. Seeing Nara was neat with her work clothes, Reka turned to the wall clock turned out to be seven in the morning.

“Ra, are you still angry?” ask Riky while sitting down.

Nara just shut up. The designer grabbed his phone on the nightstand. “Ra's oath, there's nothing I'm hiding. I just don't want you to misunderstand, if you don't believe please check,” said Reka while holding out her phone.

“No need, no longer interested.”

The designer sighed, “Then, why are you still silent?”

“What do you think I usually am? My mode is like this,” said Nara. Design massaged her forehead, “Ra, I don't like this situation. We have to be open, because I don't understand the clue you said.”

“I don't give any clue. It is not here that you are not open, why must hide and seek secure the phone. Because of his many secrets? You have to get used to it, because my nature is like this,” explained Nara.

“Or am I not a woman of your taste? As Cindy.” said Nara looked at Reka with a brave and challenging face. The two hands clenched tightly withholding emotions, not angry at Nara but at the situation that made their morning not peaceful. 

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Hayo Reka, naughty sih. Bu Lecturer, Partners sentil aja 😀