MR. LECTURER, I LOVE YOU
42

Today it is time for Clara and Rey to go to the local KUA to take care of proof of marriage that they have not got because there was a change in the name of the groom when the marriage contract took place.

Both Rey's parents are back in town. Rey and Clara still want to stay a day a night first while tidying up Clara's luggage that they want to bring moved to their new residence later.

Clara was preparing and reflecting in front of the makeup glass while looking at herself from the reflection of the glass.

His gaze was fixed and sharp on himself. Clara smiled to herself, remembering the series of events that she experienced until she was able to marry Mr. Rey, the perverted lecturer accidentally because of karma.

"Well, don't get married, go crazy" Rey said as she watched her wife laugh in front of the mirror.

Rey chuckled and walked past Clara who was still standing and looked at herself in front of the mirror. Rey had just finished taking a shower, so early he and Clara had taken three big baths. This time Clara chose to take a shower first on the grounds of wanting to defecate. Clara purposely reasoned so because otherwise Rey would not have finished. Either have horsepower from where it is strong to fly the bird many times. Clara was overwhelmed to catch the bird that always asked to be invited to collaborate.

Clara glared at Rey and threw the finished comb onto Rey's innocent back.

"Actus ... Sick darling. It's a comb, tajem the tip," said Rey, who grimaced in pain as the tip of the comb pierced her back.

"He is the end, if the blunt it will have a father," said Clara from speaking but chuckled to herself.

Rey glared and pretended to be angry.

"Yes blunt but nibbled bukin, make you cranky, make you cool - mehek," replied Rey did not want to lose chiming continue to tease Clara.

With ease Rey wearing a boxer and casual tanoa clothes staring at Clara who was preparing to hit her.

"Ohh ... So it's as if Clara keeps pengen and Mr. just ngangon it. Though he kept asking for rations. Severer. Throw rocks and hide hands. Come down, we'll take care of the marriage certificate. After that we go home, long time here. Inget, Clara just wants to stay at the boarding house, "close Clara getting emotional.

This morning Clara was not joking.

Clara came out of the room with a very sour face and then closed the door violently.

Skip ...

Both of them were already at the Religious Envoy Knator (KUA) to take care of the marriage book yesterday.

In accordance with the pemghulu's remarks yesterday to meet himself at the office at exactly nine in the morning.

"Weh ... It has come apparently," said Penghulu who yesterday married Rey and Clara.

As a good and polite Indonesian, of course the greeting is also responded with a stale greeting.

"Already Sir. It's appropriate trust at exactly nine in the morning," said Rey steady.

"good. Must be precise, just like last night on target, right?" tease that penghulu on Rey.

"What's the exact target, sir?" ask Rey pretend to be stupid.

Yesterday this ruler couldn't argue much because he was at Clara's house. But this time he's happy to tease Rey because it's his territory. Indigenous people are free to express.

"Hemmm .. pretend stupid. You guys think I don't understand. That's your hair still wet, what's the sign?" said the penghulu continues to tease.

Understand that there is a new buying partner will always be completely embarrassed.

"Rpa ... I'm here to take care of the marriage book not to discuss the right target. Let it be my business every night. If not right, said penghulu, my wife can not wet her hair right? Especially until you ask for more. Right?" said Rey replied with a tease back to make the ruler keki.

"Rubber. You guys are a good fit. Congratulations to Ryan and Clara" said the leader.

"Reynand sir, not Ryan. Don't get it wrong, sir," said Rey angrily reminded.

The penghulu stared at the wall clock which was exactly showing at nine in the morning.

"Oh yeah. Right enough. Please sit down first. I want to operate first the marriage book yesterday" said the penghulu.

"Operation? Meanin?"

"So, the marriage book turned out to be unable to replace. Because there is a printed sequence register number from the ministry of religion. So if there is a mistake, we operate the books to be right" said the penghulu casually explained.

"How come you are, the important thing is that you are married and in our marriage book there is the name of both of us Clara and Mr. Rey want to go home now" said Clara was impatient.

"Good Clara." The ruler went straight inside.

Rey glanced at his wife whose face was getting fierce.

"Can it be ferocious? If it's ferocious in bed, let me be excited," teased Rey.

Clara glared in annoyance. Since morning Clara is very sensitive and easily offended.

"No, Mr. Rey needs to be addressed. Unsane. His mind is perverted, perverted and perverted. That person is serious in a bit instead of even continuing to get seduced. Sultry to know see it too" said Clara emotionally.

Clara came out of the office. He was so lazy it felt. Especially seeing Rey who suddenly made nausea.

Clara walked to the front of the religious office. He saw a lot of simple snacks. His two eyes circled and read one by one the motorcart peddling his food.

"Ekhemmm .. batagor, siomay, pentol, cilok, paint, pinch cake, wahhh .. can be tasting," said Clara casually out of the yard and began to approach a motorcycle cart that read 'This is Pentol not Salome'.

"Want to buy a pentol? It's a pentol not a salome" the trader said, pointing out the catchphrase.

"He knows pentol. Ten thousand yes," asked Clara to the sword lentol iti directly filled the plastic with pentol.

"Ready pretty. Want to get married?" guess the dealer is pretentious.

"Marriage," replied Clara flatly.

"Oh, married. Meaning divorce?" guess the dealer is back.

"Sir,"

"What a hell, brother. Don't be ashamed of me. I've often seen the needs of my older brother who takes care of divorce," said the merchant relaxed.

"My age?"

"Yes. Marriage for fear of pregnancy because of kebablasan pentol meal so want to try another toll road," the laughter of the merchant was crisp. He who talks to himself, he also laughs.

Clara glared and stared intently at the merchant.

"Nake it by the way. Not everyone is the same. Keep getting married just for responsibility?" Clara is getting emotional. His intention was to calm the mind but was instead sulut back by pentol traders.

"Lho ... How are you angry? If you don't feel angry. I just said. This is my survey during the trade here. So my slogan is 'This Pentol is not Salome' it means Kak, '" the merchant's great-grandson tried to make the atmosphere good again.

"I'm not angry. I'm just sprained again," said Clara gave a sheet of ten thousand money.