Wife Secret Lecturer Killer
CHAPTER 20 - Moving Only

Inside the situation just calmed down, without them knowing if outside now some people who were none other than the neighbor of the boarding house Nadin was stealing hear from the front door of the room.

"Anjani, are you sure Nadin is crying? The proof is inem gini how crying?" Ms. Sarmila put her ears back in front of the door, since the beginning came she did not hear sobs like her boarding boy said.

"Ibuk .. swear to God it was indeed Anjani heard himself, Nadin nangis kayak checked, continued Nadin also said 'perih, Mas' that, Mom." Anjani who is sure if he is not misheard continues to try to convince Ms. Sarmila, because it is so she heard.

"Huft, is it possible to be tortured?" sahut Mona who also both heard the cry of Nadin a moment ago.

"This is another macem-macem!! Zain is her real sister, Mona!! Yes, it was tortured so," said Ms. Sarmila so slowly, almost whispering because she was afraid of being discovered.

"Where's his biological brother from? Mr. RT said Zain was her husband, Ms. Sarmila!!" refute Mona does not want to lose, it feels bad because Ms. Sarmila actually continues to side with the perpetrator.

Hearing the testimony, Ms. Sarmila's eyes smashed and then hit the heads of the two girls. "Donghok base!! So what do you mean the weeping of the newlyweds?!"

"Huh-yes? Why the hell?"

"Ouch!! This is a virgin child her two boddohs are amazing!! Let's get out of here!! It's not polite to know no." Not wanting to fall so deep, Ms. Sarmila immediately pulled the two girls away because she was worried that the owner of the sangar face was angry later.

Of course the two were confused, those who witnessed how loud Nadin's cries remained reluctant to leave the place. "Well, Mom? Poor Nadin dong!! How do you help?"

"You need to be pitied, let's go!" take Ms. Sarmila once again, hoping that before the hostess comes out she is gone because she does not want to get her sap later.

"Oh, how many criminal cases in our country .. are you not afraid of Nadin being one of the victims? If until Nadin why-why, mother's name so jel_"

"Geeh!!"

Along with the sound of the door opening, a handsome man with a flat face appeared to make Anjani's speech stop. He blinked slowly as he looked at Mona and Miss Sarmila in turn, obviously asking for help because he was afraid of the sharp gaze of his neighbor's husband.

"Do you have no other job until it's noisy in front of someone else's room?" No matter who was now standing before him, Zain raised such a question with his unfriendly gaze.

Personally, he has not been acquainted with the owner of the hostel. Just hearing a glimpse of his kindness, in contrast to Ms. Sarmila who had known the figure of Zain thanks to the talent of stealing glances and interviewing Nadin forcibly, it was also information that was obtained wrong.

He was surprised to find Zain's attitude. Not only ketus and also cold, but his gaze was as if trying to suppress the mental interlocutor.

To the extent that, the usually respected Lady Sarmila also feared Zain. "Oh, I'm sorry if you're disturbing.. These kids said they heard crying from this room, so we made sure who knew something was wrong."

"Nothing's wrong, it's all right .. Go, we need a break and your whispers are so distracting, okay?"

The three nodded in understanding, without waiting for the second expulsion, they passed away. Of course, with a flustered step and blame each other, it is clear from the behavior of those who beat each other until Zain just shook his head slowly.

"Based on these strange people .. This environment is very unhealthy." Zain nagged, indeed he was annoyed by the presence of the three obscure people.

Once inside, Zain went back up to the bed to continue the treatment that had been delayed. It's disturbing, if it wasn't for his wife, Zain would have been even more violent.

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"Who, Mum?"

He deliberately did not ask, and by chance they did not introduce themselves until and yes, Zain did not want to know at all actually. "Women?"

Unlike Zain, Nadin was just the opposite, obviously he was very curious. Nadin did have time to hear, but not so understand because the one who spoke was not only one person.

"Female, three .. One is older, maybe her mother."

Nadin nodded in understanding, but the hint from Zain did not satisfy him and did not pay for his curiosity. "Then the second?"

"Still small, maybe your age .. Their faces are not very clear, the exact whites of astral beings, only their eyes and lips are visible."

If Nadin was still confused, for a clue this time he managed to find a bright spot. Yes, the characteristics mentioned by Zain lead to his Kost neighbors who are very concerned with the health of his facial skin, Anjani and Mona.

"I don't know whose name, not acquaintances either."

"But as I recall Mona and Anjani are alone, their parents are in Jember, Mas."

"How do I know, there are obviously mothers with rolls in their hair, thick make-up, keep carrying fans when it is night .. hahaha!! Your neighbors stress it all." Imagining it just makes Zain laugh, the appearance of the woman who was really funny to him.

Unfortunately, Nadin could not get into the rumors of Zain until he was silent with a mood that was not ripe once he heard the complete explanation of the husband. At once Nadin's world collapsed, but the man came out of tears because he laughed.

Zain, who was aware of that, immediately pursed his lips. He blinked slowly and was confused why the wife suddenly looked at the chicken in the wind. "You why? It's funny though, I rarely laugh like this."

"A funny thing?"

"Hm, it's very, very funny .. surely he's very famous in his village. Aye, right?"

"That's Sarmila's Miss."

"Sar-sar what?" Zain's laughter stopped that very second. The name is familiar in his ears, never heard at once, ever read also on the meter near the door. "Yes harmony?" zain asked again, hoping once if he heard wrong this time.

Without saying much more, Zain invited the wife to sleep immediately on the grounds that it was so late. In fact, at this time he was condemning himself who was not polite to the hostess, really Zain's heart was destined not to be able to calm at all.

"Dear." Three times, Nadin always counted his calls, and this time not at the end of the sentence.

Not immediately replied, Nadin was still nervous, especially when the man came back to hold it when things were fine. "Eum, why, Mas?"

"We just move, okay?"

"Pi-moving?"

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- To Be Continued