Wife Secret Lecturer Killer
CHAPTER 11 - The Self-Memotional Soulmate

It is unfortunate the fate of Nadin, no matter what sins he committed in the past to be met with a human like Zain. Along the way he did not talk a bit, Nadin just stared straight ahead, hoping to arrive at his boarding room soon, tired.

No different from Nadin, Zain also had the same thoughts. He was also tired, wanting to rest even if he could take a short nap this afternoon. How not to get tired? The visit to one of the private universities in Bandung was completed at noon, after which Zain immediately returned to Jakarta.

Before this, Zain had no plans to go home quickly. The goal to Bandung is also not just to make the visit, but also to monitor one of his papa subsidiaries located there.

However, last night Zain considered many things. The tired face of Nadin who was sleeping soundly and his smooth snoring made Zain could not bear to leave him too long.

If asked why he came home so fast? Of course Nadin. Zain's guilt grew last night, the man apologized several times while looking at him, and Nadin did not know.

In fact, when he came home Nadin seemed ordinary, did not ask why it was faster or anything like that. Long enough Zain waited for a question from Nadin, shit, he so expect that kind of thing.

"He why? Shouldn't I be happy I'm home soon?" Along the way the two are immersed in their respective minds, Zain suddenly arrived monologue because the wife just came out without waiting for him.

At all he was not aware of what the cause of his wife was until so. Zain was still not thinking too much, he tailed from behind and they did not walk side by side, but rather were quite a distance apart.

Not wanting his head to hurt any more, Zain momentarily ignored that. Yes, a little bit he understands that a woman is indeed unpredictable, his anger is also silent and when asked they will answer it is okay.

It lasted quite a long time, once Zain also immediately threw his body on the bed, he was really tired and there was no strength to persuade Nadin or others.

Do not ask how Nadin feels at this time, obviously upset, arrogant and there is the intention to cover his head with a pillow until not breathing again, at least fainting.

Without sin, Zain looked so relaxed lying in a sleeping position that filled the place. Not to forget, his own shoes have not been removed until Nadin's heart is increasingly painful.

All this time his life was too quiet, living alone without interruption. Now, suddenly God predestined an adult man who lived as he wished to be present in that place, to live there.

"It could be that she's that relaxed, where she still wears shoes." Nadin was upset, wanted to vent his anger which was actually very hot.

However, to be rude it turned out that he was incapable. In fact, even in the boiling conditions, he was still moved to take off Zain's shoes. Not only because he was afraid of his bed being dirty, but obviously he did not have the heart.

Moreover, looking at him who looked so tired with an arm that was now used as an eye patch. Sure enough, actually the man was sleepy for a long time, because when entering the only destination was just a bed.

Sleeping in the afternoon is not allowed, but again Nadin pity. Unlike Zain who may be inhuman, Nadin is the opposite. No matter if the man may be too mean and annoying, but Nadin's conscience is as gentle as that.

While it's okay, he lets Zain sleep as he pleases. There were many things Nadin could do as long as the man slept. Although there is no kitchen, it does not mean Nadin is not moved to perform his duties as a wife. Yes, a wife that Zain may not want completely, but for Nadin however a marriage remains a marriage, a promise that is not only spoken in front of a servant, but also its creator.

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"Mas ... I flush can ya?"

Tired Zain was not joking, his eyes were so heavy, Zain felt his strength as if he had nothing left. No wonder he arrived, even though he slept in the afternoon. Not a nightmare, but it's beautiful.

Her chest of flowers, Zain rubbed his face and once opened his eyes there was no plant there was only Nadin who was holding a pink dipper in his hand.

"You?" Zain clucked, there was no intention to reply in fact, but that second Nadin took a step back while biting his lower lip.

"Sorry, Mas is hard to build, while this is almost magrib."

Nadin did not lie, nor did he deliberately seek revenge, but it is true that Zain was exactly suspended until he was forced to wake Zain in that way. Not to be watered segayung, but he just sprinkled and indeed not once, but many times.

Zain who got such treatment was speechless of course. All his life, at all he never woke up in that way, exactly never disturbed his sleep until later woke up alone

"Have you taken a shower?" Many times he thought, Zain tried to keep the words until finally throwing a question like that.

"Already," he replied gently, despite knowing that Zain was actually just a small talk.

Still in lazy mode, Zain squirms when Nadin's gaze has urged him to move. Unfortunately, Zain misjudged and thought that Nadin was admiring him. "When do you see me like that?" zain asked with a faint smile.

"Until I wake up and think about taking a shower."

"Later take a shower."

"If you can now, why do you have to?" nadin asked as a form of coercion because the magrib was getting closer.

"Why not? If you can, why now?" Zain did not want to lose, and casually twisted the question.

"It must be, later .. fifteen minutes more Azaan, mas do not pray the congregation?"

Zain's eyes rounded for a moment, he looked up and looked flat at the wife who was now seriously talking to him. "Can't it be here?"

Nadin shook his head, the sign was a rejection and Zain was not allowed. "The mosque is only ten meters away from here."

"I don't have a scabbard." The reason, but yes is because you are not used to it.

"I brought the sarong relic Abi .. complete with kopiah, koko dress the same as the alphabet."

Zain was silent, there was no more reason he could give. To the extent that, the man gulped down his saliva. "Basic coercor."

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- To Be Continued