My wife Bad Girl
Ten

The two also turned their heads together and found that tall figure who turned out to be their lecturer.

Rome stared at Dicky's hand blocking Micah's arm with a glare of very sharp eyes. He held his erratic heart thump at the moment when his was touched by someone else at will.

Micah who was aware of the meaning of the gaze from Rome then immediately brushed Dicky's hand with one hand the other.

Quickly, Micah passed from that place. He did not care what the response from Rome would be like. One thing was certain, Micah wanted to go somewhere to get his valuables.

Rome sighed as Micah's figure in an instant had disappeared from before her. So, this man also advanced to approach his students who were rigidly sculpting.

I don't know why the aura of Rome is so scary. Though the face of this young lecturer was quite sweet with his gentle smile. However, because Rome was upset then the look in her eyes became very sharp piercing into the recesses of the soul.

"You're my student, right?" roma asked with a flat expression, but his gaze was so sharp.

"I–iya Sir," replied Dicky stammered.

"What do you want to do with Micah? Why do you seem to impose your will on him?" cecar Roma again with a tone of voice full of emphasis and an intimidating look.

"Sa–I just want to take her home," Dicky replied as he rubbed his cold sweaty nape.

"So you're actually trying to help him or is there some purpose behind your offer?" ask Roma again.

This young man before him grew increasingly afraid of even trying to be dishonest about his intentions earlier.

"Help, sir," he replied tremblingly.

"Support by forcing. Hemm ..is this a new way? But I don't care. One thing you need to know in the future is never to approach or intend to touch Micah again" said Roma with a cynical smile on his flat face.

"I–iya, Sir. Excuse me" said Dicky.

"Go away, and never do that again, let alone see it. Because, I'll know!" lambasted Rome, still with her cold and intimidating gaze.

Glug.

Dicky felt his throat dry but it was hard to wet it even with his saliva. No more words could come out of Dicky's mouth.

Rome let her students go. After that he closed his eyes. What is it like playing cat-kissing with a woman who has legally become his. Although, he had to endure the rumbling feeling within his chest the number of times there were other men interacting even by deliberately touching Micah.

Once again Rome sighed before she returned to the building. Because the return time will be after Ashar.

"Rome's patience, this is not how much," he said in his heart.

This man with a sharp nose stepped back into the building where he studied for four years and now teaches at the same place.

Meanwhile, Micah was on a two-wheeler. Online ojek driver service that he deliberately ordered through the application.

"Call not neng!" the call was so loud that the customer could hear his words from behind.

"Come on! Don't let me change it again!" Setu Micah returned, answering the question from the driver of the online motorcycle taxi. Because by chance Micah got the same driver that he had this morning driving him to campus.

The driver of the motorbike also drove his vehicle quickly and meandered among other road users.

Soon Micah had reached a place where he was going. The girl handed over the fare and allowed the change to the driver. Because he was satisfied with the way the driver drove his vehicle.

Micah stepped quickly when a simple workshop building had been seen within a few meters of the highway.

"Ojaaannn!!" micah shouted calling to the owner of the workshop.

"Lele? Where are you going?" surprised the man, and they both did tos.

"There's Jan's business, sorry for long. Oh yeah, how's my bike?" micah asked the question he wanted to know.

"Udah from karen. For your sake, I stayed up late, Jalu and I behind other patients," explained the man named Fauzan. But Micah used to call him Ojan. Because they had known since elementary school, so Fauzan also had a special call on Micah.

"Oh my goodness, thank you Jan. You are the top leader!" praise Micah with a big smile.

"Tell me like this, you're my muji" Fauzan said, joking.

"Damn Lo! Eh but Jan, I don't hold any money" Micah said with an expression of regret and shame. Because he felt bad because he had repotted this friend but could not afford the cost of repairing a damaged motorcycle because of his last race.

"Tumben a Lele does not hold money," ledek Fauzan. The man with the face of the black aprons while putting up the rattles of his horse.

"Diem you, Jan! I have a lot of problems, and now my dad has limited my pocket money. My ATM only has three hundred thousand dollars?" micah's light was honest in her circumstances but not at the core of the problem.

"How much does Lu's college cost?" ask the man who has an athletic body shape and exotic skin color.

"Lecture is safe" Micah answered briefly. He must keep his tongue so that the events that befall his life today are not revealed even with his own friend who he strongly believes than anyone.

Micah still does not want his married identity to be known by others.

"Udah, don't you think about it first. Later if there has been a new change tuh spare part that I changed for the Jalu," said Fauzan while patting Micah's shoulder and suddenly it makes the girl with sexy lips inching.

Instantly, Fauzan was shocked that he had forgotten something Micah was so unhappy about.

"So–sorry, Le. Lu don't be angry, I'm letting go" Fauzan said with a fearful expression because Micah's reaction was also like being straight away from him.

"Its okay. But don't do it again" he told Fauzan.

"As an apology, what if I buy cilok kuah mang Asep, hm?" tawar Fauzan tried to divert Micah's current mood.

"That's a dong. I happen to be a laper" said Micah with a cheerful expression. In fact, this girl can not also linger angry with Fauzan. Because the man has helped her so much to this day.

"It's just calm. Micah can definitely win the race after this!" Setu Micah promised to pay off the cost of repairing his motorcycle with his own money. Although by relying on his skill in mastering asphalt.

"Not to be thought of. Mending you ate a lot before going home," Fauzan said, pushing the bowl of hot pegs closer to Micah.

The girl smiled and continued eating. Shortly thereafter, Micah permits the farewell by driving Jalu the motor clutch. Two-wheeled vehicles that are usually driven by men.

"Lu's not going home right away, is he?" guess Fauzan.

"Yes, I want to make money in the wild race arena" Micah said lightly.

"Well what will your nyariin house people do?" asked Fauzan again trying to resuscitate this friend to reduce his activities outside the house.

"Nobody's going to show up as long as I'm back!" suhut Micah who had been wearing a full face helmet was black.

His hands also waved him fingers as parting while they because Micah did often play into this workshop with or without the condition of his motorbike damaged though.

Without him knowing that there is a figure of a tall man with a sweater wrapped his athletic body. Rome waited for signs of his little wife's return from the balcony of her apartment room.

"Udah at eight o'clock. But Micah did not come home" murmured Roma who cursed him because he did not ask for the girl's mobile number.

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