Wife Secret Lecturer Killer
CHAPTER 13 - Thanks

Just seeing the beauty of his hair, Zain had failed to focus. Maybe because since the first time he saw Nadin closed, even his hair was so awake. So naturally, when looking at his appearance a little differently, Zain felt something he could not say in words.

Zain's misfocus not only happened when they ate together, but after Isya as well, even more crazy. What's more, now tying her hair up to that smooth white neck was caught clearly by Zain's eyes watching her from the bed.

Shit, Zain was cold hot even a little riled up at the sight before him. In fact, Nadin did not even try to tease him, the clothes he used were also quite polite. Long-sleeved pajamas that don't even show their curves.

However, somehow Zain's brain records the wife's sexy body. Then, if he had just been cold hot, how about the rest? It could be ascertained in a conscious state even though Zain would not be able to hold back.

"What are you thinking, Zain!! He was a kid .. remember that."

Realizing that his brain was starting to go wrong, Zain closed the laptop in his lap. Since then his intention was also to work to look busy, but there was nothing he did and only focused on his wife.

Not only that, he also passed to the bathroom and then turned on the water faucet to create a noise that disturbed Nadin's calm.

"What is he doing? Isn't there still water?" For a moment Nadin stopped his activities, he was really confused what the man meant by suddenly locking himself into the bathroom.

Long he waited, even the fried dumplings he had prepared to accompany him learned earlier had already been exhausted, leaving only fragments of his skin. And, as long as the water faucet does not stop ringing, it is certain that the water is abundant until Nadin is determined to approach it.

"Mass? Can you not water? Sarmila will be angry."

The only worry Nadin to recklessly knock on the bathroom door is that, worried that his host mother is angry. Unthinkable to Nadin the husband was wretched or something, clearly, Nadin worried that the water bill was swollen due to the work of Zain, that's all.

"Ck, what's he doing? It's locked again." Nadin clucked, trying to push the door without even realizing he was in danger. "Boy!! The water should not be wasted, redundant!!"

Once Nadin tried, the results were still nil. Annoyed that Zain did not respond, he knocked again in a slightly rude manner, exactly knocking on the door of the debt collector.

"Boy!! Open it!!"

As if not learning from what happened yesterday, Nadin was not at all suspicious. After all Zain was not drunk either, nor did he show any strange signs before. Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened Zain pulled on his wrist.

The movement was so fast, in a moment Nadin's eyes were right in front of Zain with a distance so close, almost stuck. "Ma-want what?" In a state of trembling, Nadin passed the question while staring intently at my bead Zain.

The way he stared was different, Nadin was aware of that. Moreover, this time Zain squeezed his body to hit the wall, the scent of Zain perfume came out, slightly reminding Nadin of last night until he immediately cried while shaking his head.

"Don't hurt me, please," said Nadin, who also told Zain that he was wrong.

Zain had been trying to restrain himself, ever since. This time, if he relented again it would probably be a headache until the day after. Therefore, he tried to find a middle way to make her relieved, but not hurt the wife.

He didn't let go of Nadin, but he didn't hurt him. Zain needed it a lot, he wasn't as strong as holding it for much longer, and with Nadin here it might be faster.

Nadin did not know how, he nodded resignedly and did not care how Zain was going. While not hurting him is up to him, Nadin is worried if fighting finally even worse than yesterday.

Trying to close his eyes and ears, Nadin tried to pretend to be blind. Think of it as having a nightmare, Zain's voice also he considers the wind. He kept his eyes closed, and was sure this ridiculous thing would not take long.

Sure enough, only a few minutes Nadin convinced himself, the man released his hand grip while slowly moving away from Nadin. Even so, Nadin still continued to close his eyes, until after Zain said really finished, then Nadin opened his eyes slowly.

What did Zain do? Nadin was not sure either. However, from the breath that seemed so heavy, Nadin could conclude that the husband had just been pleasing himself.

As promised, Zain really did not hurt. The eyes of the two had met, Zain bit his lips and asked Nadin to come out first. However, before Nadin actually came out, the man called his name until Nadin stopped his steps.

"Thanks." -." So clearly he spoke, and Nadin who did not want to talk much just nodded his head. "And sorry," added Zain again which makes Nadin confused because the man was not wrong tonight.

"Sorry for?"

"Bikin your pants are dirty," he replied slowly while staring at Nadin's pants, no wonder the woman also followed Zain's gaze to squeal with all her might. "Aaaaaaaaaaays? Why is ditaro here?!" He wagged his hands while closing his eyes, amused and a little disgusted so one day he realized the thick white liquid was staining his pants.

Instead of being offended, Zain actually felt his wife's behavior was adorable. "You can change, Nad, I didn't mean it."

"Lied!! It must be on purpose, right? So bummer!! Not anywhere is the same." He dared to curse, right in front of the husband and it made Zain mengullum smile.

His steps as he passed by seemed unusual. Nadin was angry for sure, but with him who was so Zain actually felt better, if you can ask him to want his wife to run amok even to dare to grab his hair. "It's your fault why tempts so."

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- To Be Continued