Wife Secret Lecturer Killer
CHAPTER 08 - My Wife

"Ehm why? Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"Nothing, you're quiet enough .. I'm also at work."

Without being able to say, Nadin was stunned by the making. For someone who has never been in a relationship with the opposite sex like him, clearly confused when Zain is reluctant to end the call when there is no more meaningful conversation between them.

If just looking at each other like this for what, so Nadin thought in his heart. Only in his heart, and where he might dare to cast it directly because indeed his courage had not been that big.

Forced, inevitably he had to obey. Counting accompany the husband work as often taught uminya, how to know be a reward. Not a moment, Nadin began to feel bored and uncomfortable again sitting up to choose to go up to the bed.

Coincidentally already sleepy, Nadin yawned several times, but tried to cover it up to not too obvious. However, the eyes that grew increasingly faint it was clearly caught by Zain across there.

"Sleep, it's nine."

Nadin nodded, he could no longer answer Zain's words. He had been detained since, even he did not realize if he was talking on the phone now, you could say he was half asleep.

After that he was, but this afternoon was not too tired. What he tidied up was also ordinary, maybe it was because his body was still weak, plus the satiety and this kind of thing was the most efficacious natural sleep remedy.

Nadin was not kidding, usually he could not sleep in a state of lights on, but tonight he was completely helpless. Time seemed to go so fast, it felt like it had not closed its eyes for long, but I looked at Azan already heard looking at Nadin's hearing senses.

Never had Nadin slept so soundly, he yawned wide while collecting lives. Sometimes he squirms, Nadin looks at his now dead car, most likely out of power.

And the cause as soon as Nadin remembered, he blinked slowly and began to think variously. "Semalem I've done it, haven't I?"

"It feels like it's already." Ask yourself, answer yourself, Nadin did not really care about the actual incident and chose to go to the bathroom immediately.

Nadin's routine will not be much different, not too busy as other newlyweds, exactly not just yet. It was not so different as still alone, so wake up Nadin shower in the morning and carry out his duties as a servant in the beginning of the day.

The activity is a little monotonous, the pattern is exactly the same from the beginning of college until now entering the fourth semester. Nadin is very regular, only his lack often eat carelessly, both the time and the food.

Before eight o'clock in the morning he was ready to leave, not forgetting the breakfast of a loaf of bread that had expired two days ago. It's okay, as long as it has not been eaten, so the principle of Nadin who was born from a family with a lower middle economy.

If Zain knew, I would know how long his chatter would be. Yesterday afternoon he spoke at length because Nadin had said he wanted to eat instant noodles to eat his malan, especially this time.

Therefore, Nadin spent it before Zain came home. During this time no bad things happened even though he consumed carelessly, most yes ordinary stomach pain and Nadin can overcome by himself.

"Lecture, Nad?"

"Yes, Mum ..."

Gawat, Sarmila-the owner of the boarding house drove Nadin's way until he was a little ambush. No other and no, obviously the reason for the worry was that the woman was asking about Zain.

For whatever sake, Nadin hoped that the woman would not see their arrival yesterday. "Nad, who came to whose boarding house yesterday? Your brother, huh?"

"Huh? Which one, Mom?" Not wanting to commit suicide, explained Nadin trying to save himself first.

Ms. Sarmila gave a smile, she approached and clasped Nadin's wrist without Nadin knowing what his purpose was. "Wear it covered up again, which yesterday came with you, Nad."

"Oh no," replied Nadin, he wanted to be honest at first, but Ms. Sarmila actually made him want to lie for real.

"Like?" Nadin's forehead wrinkled, he was stunned not because he intended to cover up about Zain, but Bu Sarmila's words immediately entered his mind.

"Yes, it looks similar."

It's good that the eyes are similar, so there's no doubt and Nadin doesn't have to give a long explanation later. "The word is so, but our word umi is not so similar," replied Nadin, in closing because he wanted to pass immediately from the presence of the woman.

Without caring about Ms. Sarmila who still continues to be curious about the figure of Zain, Nadin chose to leave on the grounds that it was too late. Though actually not yet, there is still an hour left before the learning hours begin.

Even if he walks, he's still relaxed. However, he who was worried because Ms. Sarmila suddenly wanted to drive, chose to ride the base motorcycle which happened to have stayed in front of the alley.

"Bikin shocked, could-can only see once through directly asking for the soul mate of his son," grumbled Nadin upset himself, he turned to make sure that the woman did not pursue him.

"Huh? What, Ma'am?! Ice candle Saodah?!"

"No!! Not talking to you, father!! Keep going!!"

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"Thank you, sir, take the change."

"Hadeuh, it costs so much, what change."

What dreams did Nadin last night until found with a freak who ruined his beautiful morning. No longer speechless, Nadin could only sigh softly before then stepping into the gate.

Not yet arrived, his phone shook again and this morning Nadin did not expect to receive a call from the husband, worried if later yelled again.

"Assalamualaikum, Nadin."

Ted once, this morning he was not angry, Nadin to not believe if the one who is now talking to him is Zain Abraham, a cruel man who explains the material alone as if to suppress the mental.

Not much different from what Zain asked like last night, obviously the first thing he preferred was to question breakfast or not. After completing the problem, he also made sure that this time Nadin was where, with whom, how it went and yes small things like that he asked all.

"Come in, I'll call again .. have a good day, my wife," he said as a closing greeting that made Nadin stunned, even to answer as if he had no energy.

Not deliberately ignored, but he could not reply until when his phone connection was cut off, Nadin looked confused. "Oh, how should I do? What's bal_"

"Nadine!!"

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- To Be Continued