Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 150

"Dad, we'd like to stay here, too" whined Alfin's children wouldn't come home. He glanced at Halwa, the little girl who kept clinging to Naina when they were close together.

What if Halwa wants to sleep with Naina again? Berabe.

His heart murmured thinking about the night he would spend with Naina and Halwa. It felt bland, and he would definitely sleep alone.

"Halwa wants to sleep with the brothers, really, Dad. Not the same mother," said Halwa who seemed to understand about the contents of Alfin's heart.

The man smiled happily, apologizing inwardly for being prejudiced against the little guy. He rubbed Halwa's head nodding allowing them to stay the night.

The carpet mattresses held them in front of the television. All the guests have returned to their homes, except for the Seira family who decided to stay. Alfin the last man to go to the room, he sat for a while on the porch of the house looking at the moon that would occasionally be covered in clouds.

To live his incredible life journey. The process of migrating is not easy, also obstacles and all the ridicule he must get. All that did not discourage Alfin's move to keep going forward looking for the last port of his faith.

"Is Naina asleep?" He muttered, then left the terrace and met his wife in the room.

The sound of his wife muttering from outside the room, Alfin smiled. The woman would occasionally squeal, then laugh giggling. Bizarrely. He opened the door, peeking for a moment at what his wife was doing.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim!" Alfin immediately dropped his back on the wall while holding onto his thumping chest. He saw Naina facing a large mirror and put on a curse dress that made him continue to be tempted.

His lips smiled again, wanting to see once more. However, Naina had sat back down to open another gift.

"Where are the clothes lacking in materials? Why would I want Naina to wear it?" Alfin was ashamed of his own thinking. He closed the door and went to the kitchen to wet his throat.

Alfin went back up the stairs, into his room. However, he did not find his wife there, and a splash of water in the bathroom signified his existence. He smiled at the pile of gifts that had been partially opened. Alfin laid his body on the bed, remembering the clothes his wife had been holding.

Smiling back, I wish that Naina would come out wearing that curse outfit. "Who gave him the gift? Does Naina know what it's doing?"

He laughed at his own thoughts. Too perverted when it comes to Naina. Alfin turned his head when the bathroom door opened. The figure in the red night dress appeared timidly.

Alfin gasped, gulping nervously. As expected, Naina was wearing that official outfit.

Oh God! My heart. Why I like him wearing it. Duh, Gusti! Forgive the dirty thought of my servant.

Alfin clenched his hands, refraining from pulling the hand of Naina who stepped while squeezing both legs.

"Humairah! Who gave you that gift?" alfin asked stammered without batting an eye.

Naina tucked the strung hair behind her ears, for the rest of her life she had never dressed like that.

So that Mas Alfin happy, he said men happy if the wife dressed sexy in front of him.

That was Naina's intention when she wore the clothes.

"I don't know, Mom. There's no name. If you don't like it, I'll change it again." Naina hurriedly turned around because she herself was ashamed of actually wearing such open clothes.

However, Alfin's hand moved faster, blocking his arm and pulling the body onto the bed.

His hand mischievously slipped behind the wife's clothes, releasing anything that covered her two favorite objects.

"Others don't close. Let it be like gini" whispered Alfin in Naina's ear.

The woman's blood rippled to the touch her hair. All tastes, crashing to the surface. Hot games cannot be denied. Alfin was very wild and ferocious that night, but Naina liked him.

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Early in the morning, Biya had woken up from her sleep. Stepping out of the room and seeing a group of children asleep in front of the television. He frowned because he did not know who they were.

His steps came to a halt when a sketchbook lay on the table with a pencil and an eraser. It looks like a child's school. He sat down and took the book. Open it, look and read every scribble poured by someone named Salma.

"Salmas? Maybe it was the name of the owner of this book," Biya muttered continuing page after page containing pictures and graffiti hand.

Most expressions of feelings towards the two parents who have been instrumental in educating him. Biya's eyes widened as the sheet began to enter the design pattern. Clothing models, various types. Including the one Naina wore this afternoon was also her form of security.

"Maa is Allah! Who designed all this? I love the design, it's so unique and different. If we work together, I am sure that this designer will succeed in mastering the fashion world. Oh God! Why is this precious thing just being put down?"

Biya flipped the book, there was no other clue than Salma's name. There are no other photographs.

"Aunty? Why is my book the same as Auntie?" ask the voice of a teenage girl who rubbed her ears.

Biya turned her head and saw a child of Fathya's age, perhaps.

"This is your book?" biya asked as she lifted the book.

"Yes" Salma replied with no expression. He didn't particularly like strangers touching his own let alone daring to open it.

What he did not expect, Biya actually pulled his hand and invited him to sit down.

"You're very talented, baby. You know, Aunty's a designer too, Auntie's got her own boutique. Aunty often holds a fashion show whenever there is a chance. Aunty thinks if the results of your design we present in the fashion show later, it will certainly be very liked by many people. How's it?" A tempting offer, in the event it is certain that he will appear as a young designer.

Salma smiled, that was her goal. It's just that, there's no way she'll come with Biya to Jakarta and leave her school. He did not want to let Alfin and Naina down.

"Sorry, Aunt. I don't want my mom and dad to be disappointed that I left school. I actually want to, but later after I graduate from school," Salma replied smiling.

"You can transfer schools to Jakarta, let Auntie bear all the costs. You can fashion school there," said Biya again very tempting.

However, Salma still shook her head, the shadow of Alfin's disappointed and sad face appeared in the fertilizer. He wanted to stay there, living with Alfin until he was completely independent.

"I can't leave dad. I want to stay in school here" Salma replied as she took the book back and turned to leave Biya.

The girl clucked deeply regretting Salma's decision to refuse.