My husband is my teacher
Wrong Room

The clock shows at 01:00 p.m., everyone may already be asleep in their dreams. Latika has also fallen asleep in a solution of sadness has also fallen asleep.

Bruum...

Ciiiit...

A ninja motor stops in front of the house, the light eye motor that flushes the door of the house, dead. The man carrying the motor came down, and the stairs pressed the bell.

Teng... Nong...

Teng... Nong...

The doorbell rang, shocking Bik Ipah who was asleep in his room,

"Astaghfirullah's... The master is coming."

immediately Bik Ipah climbed down from the bed, took the shawl on the clothes hanger behind the door, put the shawl on, out of the room ran a little towards the front door, quickly he opened the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Afriadi stepped into the house, his head bowed staggered past Bik Ipah.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered Bik Ipah quickly closed the door back, stepping following Afriadi from behind.

When he got to the front of the stairs Bik Ipah asked, "Sir, do you want to eat? Sir hasn't eaten yet."

"No Bik, I just want to sleep." the voice of little Afriadi, stepping up the stairs one by one the stairs he managed to pass.

"Em, Sir. Non-do not want to eat," said Bik Ipah not ignored Afriadi, his ears like clogged may be the effect of drowsiness extraordinary. He continued his steps.

Bik Ipah could not speak anymore, turning into his room.

Afriadi walked into his room, the bright light of the lamp making his eyes glare.

Ctaac.. His hands turned off the lights, only a lamp with a colorful light that is not too bright on the sides of the ceiling of the room. He approached the bed that was staining him.

"Hot. Bathe used to just sleep," guma Afriadi opened his collar slightly away from the bed, walking towards the bathroom.

Minutes by minutes passed.

Afriadi came out of the bathroom, his hands rubbing his head with a small towel to dry his hair, walking up to the bed. He saw something on the bed. He shrugged his shoulders, sat down on the edge of the bed, placed the little towel on the small table next to him, turned on the sleeping lamp next to the towel.

"Bismillah." Afriadi laid himself on the bed that had been mengodakannya.

Within seconds Afriadi was asleep. He doesn't care if he sleeps still wearing a towel.

He was so exhausted that he could not remember anymore.

The time goes by very quickly, it does not feel like the day is approaching dawn.

At 04:00 in the morning.

Bik Ipah was up early, cooking food for breakfast.

In the room of Afriadi.

The soft light of colorful lights accompanied by sleeping lights illuminated the room.

Latika fumbled something strange, her eyes still closed feeling slowly the land descending, "Em, What is this? Wavy like a torn bread. But who's it got?." Inner Latica.

"Haha. Amused." the bitter laughter of the man sounded slowly, between half conscious and no, his closed eyes felt amused.

Suddenly Latika was aghast in shock, quickly opening her eyes opened her eyes.

Hohs. Latika's eyes glared at the sight before her was completely torn real bread.

The man also felt a seizure 'Who touched me? Not that I slept alone, he thought.

Ha.. Quickly he's literate looking down.

Latika looked up, their eyes meeting each other.

Bluuss...

The faces of the two of them reddened together, Latika released her hand from ituuu...

Latika's heart screamed, her mind was already floating that was not.

"A-anu.." the man grinned speechless.

Latika's heart scream can not be held back so that it is breathable.

Kyaaa... Jerit Latika to make Bik Ipah who cooks in the kitchen aghast. "Astaghfirullah's. Non." the cooking spoon he held fell to the floor, with anxious feelings Bik Ipah left the kitchen, running towards Latika's room. When a few more steps arrived in front of the room Latika occupied, Bik Ipah was surprised to see Afriadi out of the room, running in the other room.

Bik Ipah's head was filled with question marks.