My Lecturer My Beloved
Successfully remembered.

Two months later, Lisa becomes the wife of a man named Iqbal. But during that time, they have never been in a relationship like a husband and wife in general.Because according to what Iqbal said before, if he would not touch Lisa, before Lisa was ready to do it. However, as a husband, Iqbal always did his duty without demanding his right as a husband.

Deep down, she felt guilty and sinful, because as a wife she had completely ignored her obligation to serve her husband. And more importantly, actually the seeds of his love for Iqbal already body and bloom. However, the sense of ego and prestige still reigns supreme in his heart.Besides he still feels ashamed to express his heart, there is still something stuck in his mind, about when they met first.

After finishing preparing a simple breakfast for the two of them, Lisa went back into the room and saw that Iqbal was no longer on the bed. He heard the sound of water gurgling from the direction of the bathroom, a sign that Iqbal was bathing.

Lisa saw a rectangular object, lying on the nightstand next to their bed. Carefully he grabbed it. He glanced at the bathroom door to see if Iqbal would come out of the bathroom or not. After feeling safe, because Iqbal usually takes a long bath, Lisa finally sits on the edge of the bed and tries to open a rectangular object that is none other than Iqbal's Mobile. He tried many times, pressing numbers that had the potential to be used as Iqbal as a password on his phone. But always failed.

"That time anyway? it's impossible! hmmm, I tried first, "Lisa pressed the numbers that were the stairs, the moon, and the year of her birth. Both Lisa's netra grew perfectly so, Iqbal's phone managed to open.

Without wanting to be dissolved by her shock, Lisa immediately turned to the gallery, and how shocked she was, the gallery only contained photos of herself, and most surprisingly, her photos, it was, starting from his teenage years to college, there are even photos of him when he was a child.

"Does this mean he's been following me for a long time?" Lisa nodded in horror.

" Eh, what am I afraid of? even if she followed him long ago, she didn't do any harm." Lisa whispered back in her heart.

Feeling that he found nothing, just a photo of himself, Lisa sighed disappointed. Then his gaze turned toward the black wallet that was often used by Iqbal. For a moment his tail was drawn upwards, glancing towards the bathroom door.

Lisa grabbed the wallet and looked at the contents. There was a picture of their wedding and a picture of him. Lisa wanted to put the photo back in her wallet, but, when she did, a slightly shabby looking piece fell to the floor. Lisa took the picture and saw who was in it. Seen in the photo, a teenage boy wearing a high school uniform is smiling.

The two Lisa's netra instantly rounded out perfectly, looking at the face of the teenage boy in the photo. Instantly the shadow of the incident, where he helped the teenager hide from the thugs, flashed in his mind. Without him noticing, a clear liquid seeped out from both of his eyes. "Ja-so him, the young man I helped first? the young man whom I had not yet known his name, and where he lived. He's been stalking me that long?" inner Lisa. Lisa recalled how she used to also try to look for the man, in the usual place he was busking. As Iqbal leaves her yard, Lisa also secretly peeks at him from behind curtains.

Lisa got up from where she was sitting and walked towards the bathroom, coinciding with Iqbal coming out of the bathroom clad in a towel around her waist.

His second gaze for a split second locked. In the next instant, Iqbal realized that there was something strange about his wife.

"Lisa, are you crying? why can you cry? are you sick?" Iqbal gripped Lisa's shoulder gently, while looking at her with a series of questions.

"Yahoo!" Lisa hugged Iqbal's body tightly, crying hysterically, seeing the magnitude of Iqbal's concern and concern for him.

Hearing Lisa's increasingly loud cries made Iqbal even more panic. "You why Lis? did anyone hurt you?"

"Why don't you tell me, if you're this, the young man I helped hide from the thugs, huh?!" Lisa banged on Iqbal's chest with her shoulders down.

Iqbal pulls Lisa's body into his arms. He clenched Lisa's body very tightly, as if Lisa was his own and would not share it with others.

"Sister, peeling! I can't breathe" Lisa tried to get out of Iqbal's arms.

"Sorry .. sorry! I'm so happy, if you can remember." Iqbal finally loosened his embrace with a smile that never escaped his lips.

"How can I remember you, you used to be so cute, now you're so handsome." Lisa subconsciously embraced Iqbal's waist and stroked the bar, Iqbal's 'shirtless' field chest, making Iqbal hold his breath, because there's something squirming waking up down there.

"What is Brother?" Lisa bends her body while looking down at Iqbal's bottom, as she accidentally touches an object that has hardened. He saw, there was a bulge behind Iqbal's towel, making Lisa choked and difficult to swallow her own saliva.

"You've made him wake up, Lisa! are you going to let me put him to sleep, like yesterday or are you going to help me put him to sleep?" said Iqbal with a bead of eyes that look at the heart and expectantly at Lisa.

Lisa flinched, rubbing her eyes while biting her lips.

Iqbal sighed and clucked in frustration. "Alright, it looks like I'm going to put her to bed again." Iqbal turned his body, about to step back into the bathroom. However, his steps stopped, when he heard Lisa's words.

"I don't want to, but you have to work today!" iqbal's smile rose again, turned back, and pulled Lisa's body towards him.

"I'm boss. Work can be delayed, but not with this one." Without waiting any longer, Iqbal landed his lips on Lisa's lips, the lips that he had always wanted. He sipped and said***** Lisa's thin lips with great emotion. While Lisa, who is confused trying to return Iqbal's kiss.

"Lisa, I love you! wasn't! but I love you very, very much. Before we do, I want to know how you feel about me, because I don't want to, if you give yourself up by force.

Lisa lowered her head with both cheeks that had already turned red.

"I love you too, Brother Iqbal!" he muttered but could still be heard clearly in Iqbal's ears.

Finally the morning turned into a hot morning, for the two lovebirds who did the union for the first time, as legitimate husbands and wives.

Tbc