TAGGED WITH OM RICH
29. The Other Woman in Richard's Room.

The atmosphere of the class became boisterous because the lecturer who usually came on time, now actually did not show his nose.

Not usually the lecturer Richard came late, if he could not teach, then he would not come.

Some students and students asked Renatta. Remember, the woman was an assistant to lecturer Richard.

“Re, you ‘kan his assistant Mr. Richard. Where's he going? He's ten minutes late.”

Renatta sighed, then spread his shoulders.

At home, the man reminded Renatta not to be late for class. But for real now, it is he who comes late.

“Where is your man, Re?” Ask Gista in a whisper.

Renatta shook his head. “So we left together, although different cars because he is going to the office.” The woman also whispered.

“See to the room only, Re.” Gista Suggestion.

Renatta nodded slowly. “Follow me, Ta.”

Gista also poked his lips. “I don't want to be a mosquito repellent.”

Renatta eyes are breaking. He then pulled the arm of his best friend.

“Do not talk much.”

Renatta dragged Gista out of the classroom. They walked to Richard's room.

The sound of a woman's laughter rang out from within the forty-year-old man's room.

“Re, whose laughter is it?” Ask Gista curiously.

Renatta nodded slowly. His hands suddenly clenched, imagining a woman laughing with her husband inside.

“We return to class only.” Renatta.

“Eh, no. We just knock on the door.” Gista prevents Renatta from leaving.

“Already, Re. Just tap. Mr. Richard has not taught in class several times. The present does not teach anymore, even though he is on campus?” Gista.

Because Renatta never knocked on the door, Gista took over and banged on the wooden board.

“Log.” I heard a cry from within.

And Renatta knows, if that's the husband's voice.

Richard nodded to see who was coming. The man quickly stood up, and walked towards the door.

“What's up?” Ask in a relaxed manner. He remembered the promise not to be too open in public.

Renatta did not answer, he was busy stealing a glance into the room, where it was seen a mature woman was sitting in the guest chair.

“Pak Rich, there is a teaching schedule in our classes. And you're ten minutes late.” Again Gista represented Renatta when the woman was silent.

“Ah, so sir Richard has class? We are too busy chatting until we forget time.”

The woman who had been sitting inside was suddenly standing next to Richard.

Renatta and Gista throw each other a look. The mature woman looks beautiful and has a tall body like a model.

“Alright, because Mr. Richard will teach we will continue chatting later.” The woman rubbed Richard's arm, then excuse me to leave the place.

Renatta looked at the husband.

“Sorry, sir. If you can not teach, we better be given a task or just returned.” The woman then pulled the friend's arm back into the classroom.

***

“Honey, you are mad at me?” Richard asked his wife. The man deliberately went home from work early, considering Renatta's attitude was not at all friendly while on campus earlier.

“Speak, darling. Don't be silent.” Richard pulled the wife's arm, until the woman clung to him.

“Om, you hurt me.” Renatta tried to release the grip of the husband's hand.

The man loosened his grip, but did not let go of the wife's hand.

“Jawab me. Don't just shut up.” Richard's volume rose by several octaves.

Renatta's heart beat fast when he saw the husband's eyes flushed red with his jaws tightened.

Truly the woman never knew about the nature of the husband who was easily angry.

Shouldn't Renatta be angry? Why is that man now being emotionally charged?

“You're angry that there's a woman in my room?” Guess Richard then.

“Ya.” Renatta subconsciously answered.

“He's just a coworker. Lecturer is new on campus, and Edward asked me to explain a few things to him.” Richard was later. The man's voice slowly weakened.

“New lecturer but can laugh off the first day of meeting? As soon as your chat is very interesting.” Now it was Renatta's turn to let out his anger.

“You're jealous.” Not questions. Richard made a statement.

“Obviously I'm jealous. Om knew I liked you a long time ago. And now we're married. Although not for love, but I have the right to be jealous.”

The woman shook the husband's hand. He then came out of the dressing room.

“We just chat no more.” Richard is chasing his wife.

“Yes. Chat up to make the woman laugh off.”

“Sayang. Stop over. Dare you get out of this room angrily, I lock you up.” Richard pulled the wife's arm back before she reached the door.

“Let me go, om. Om hurt me.”

This time Richard ignored. He threw his wife's body on the bed.

“Only he laughs. I wasn't. And I'm so grateful you came. That way, he quickly walked out of my room.”

Richard supported the wife's body. He locked the woman's hands on her head.

“As a married man, it should be firm. Teaching hours can be an excuse to throw him out. Not even busy chatting until late in class. Just try me who is late, all punishment must have been given to me.” Renatta spoke at length spilling his heart.

Richard took a slow breath. All this time, he had never been in contact with the opposite sex. He did not know if a trivial thing like this, could make the wife angry.

“I'm sorry, dear.” The man tried to give up. Equally stubborn, it would only make the two even more quarrelsome.

“Let me go, om.”

Richard took off his hand lock. But he slept next to his wife while hugging her waist tightly.

“I'm sorry, baby. Next time, I won't be chatting alone with a woman other than you.”

Renatta grunted quietly.

“It's not like that either, om. You can talk to other women, but remember your limits. Om to make him laugh loosely, it could have been a long time he became comfortable, and took an interest in you.”

Richard nodded in understanding.

“I'm sorry, dear.”

***

Seriate.