Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTER 22. Fallen Ko Darling!

"Well, all the teachers and teachers, thank you in advance for giving me the opportunity to do the counseling here" I started my presentation

You know, I'm actually not talented for something like this, plus I have absolutely no experience for counseling, my main objective is to provide an educational counseling for the students here, if it helps those who are about to graduate to get a school scholarship in the city.

In this village education is very minimal in my opinion, plus there are only elementary schools and teacher labor that is not Lo some, and even then most volunteer teachers who come from the city.

For some reason, a mindset has been embedded in the hearts of the villagers, rather than tired of learning better they help parents work in the fields or in the garden, he said, so it is no wonder that eighty percent of the villagers are illiterate and cannot read.

Miris, and this is the first point that makes me serious in reviewing and conducting education and research counseling from campus.

It feels good, for example today, the study went well, the villagers were all friendly, they had good manners despite lack of education.

I remember Abah said, an educated person not necessarily he has a good attitude, but a person who berattitude insha Allah can have a higher knowledge than the educated.

Why do I say this, the villagers here are almost all creative, there are some things I did not find from the townspeople but I found them in the villagers.

I think I found heaven in the middle of the interior of this Pangkep district, after finishing my presentation I tidied all my equipment and put it in a bag.

The hours of the students' study there had already begun, while I was in the bench in front of the school class, recording the progress of my research this time.

While I was busy, I felt someone sitting next to me so I turned my back and looked at the person.

"Sister Ion?"

Darion's sister appears to be wearing a backpack while carrying Reza into her lap, where she's going.

"Gea, Brother farewell, brother wants to go back to the city, has finished the program to enter the village sister here," Kak Ion wants to say goodbye.

My ex this one, does have an amazing spec, his smile even his gaze is so staring sharp, and he has a narrow face Asia.

Far different from Mas Ozan, who is now my husband, Mas Ozan has a more Arab face, considering Babah Adam, Mas Ozan's father had descendants from there.

"So, you want to go back to town?"

"Yes" replied Brother Ion standing up.

Ion's sister is a widower twice, first he ever married a woman named Aida and divorced for something, he married Aida after breaking up with me first, he was, and the second she married Agnes so Reza was born their child, but I told her, if Agnes Reza's mother, had died while giving birth to Reza.

And Brother Ion is still a widower until now, I hope he can be with Kak Aida again, even though I do not know where Aida's sister is now.

"Okay then, hopefully big brother can get happiness in the city," I replied so sincerely while closing my laptop.

Brother Ion smiled, I turned to kiss little Reza on the cheek then Brother Ion walked away leaving me, I'm sure it will take me a long time to be able to meet her again.

After the departure of Kak Ion, I sat back down, staring at my laptop that I had closed, the intention of wanting to continue working on my notes, but it was not in the mood.

I choose to go home, on foot, let me continue this work at home, along the way I met the same citizens, they were friendly.

But that changed when I ran into a group of village teenagers who might be my age, or under my age, they were staring at me.

"His father, there are people anyway, married for adultery, ihh fear me me," said someone from them.

"Ups, don't-co-love so, she's not there any shame-na."

I was pushed a few steps back because one of them pushed my chest until I jolted, I could have slammed this damn teenager, but I remember now that I was the Village Chief Bu, image boss!

If for example they smackdown continued to break bones, my husband also hit, uh but justin aja deh, I do not care about Mas Ozan.

"Whatever the hell you want to say, what's important is that now I'm Mas Ozan's wife."

I replied using formal Indonesian, just to be more intimidating, okay well I will teach you how to repress elegantly.

First press their weakness, after I said my sentence, they all fell silent.

"Kasian, you four years PDKT lost the same one a day last night, failed to compete well? Fall away dear," I said folding both my hands.

One of them was about to slap me but I dodged and slapped his leg, lesson number two, Sentil aja little, let him not visit.

"Unch, not intentionally."

I'm sure now my face is very congruent with specs asked in sleding, Enjel once said that my face was a jerk.

I can mock people without me talking anything. "Actually I tuh gamau compete with you guys, you guys are not my level, think of a bidadari spec same fried onion spec, well, no quip anyway, but if you feel well means right on target!"

The last lesson was FINISHING, finish elegantly all this, I walked towards them and whispered softly. "Excuse me, Miss KADES is going through."

I deliberately press KADES so that they understand and realize how my position is now as the legitimate wife of Mas Ozan.

Wandering the hell, Gea fought, gangbug BOSS!

I walked away from them all who were already inanimate words hm speaking again.

Walking towards Mas Ozan's house which was not far away, I saw the state of the house deserted, when I arrived in the yard I did not find the whereabouts of Mas Ozan and Gibran.

Maybe they went to play, I chose to sit on the terrace to rest for a moment, I opened my laptop again planning to continue the previous cut because Ion met with Brother.

Just now I opened the word docs page that immediately filled my desktop screen, my eyes were again disturbed by a scene, It was a group of people I mean villagers who came to this house by looking at someone, I mean a villager, there was Gibran who was carried by one of the residents, where Mas Ozan.

And what was broken turned out to be.

He is, Mas Ozan.

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