Wife Secret Lecturer Killer
CHAPTER 12 - Exams

Pray, congregate and close to people he has never met before, precisely the new Zain. He was a little nervous, a little afraid because honestly he admitted, Zain was not a devout person.

Not that it's irreligious, Zain has it, but it's not that good. Prayers may exist occasionally, if his heart is knocked, it is also at home only. For the congregating magrib, maybe just this time. Sometimes he worshiped in the mosque, Friday or during holidays.

Never planned by him if tonight will plunge live life like the people in the neighborhood. Zain was in the front shaf, right behind the priest because he was forced quickly by his wife.

Azan had not seen the man arrive, obviously because Nadin was hunting him. With the initial purpose of worship, until finally after the prayer of the head of RT realized the presence of Zain as a new citizen.

As a result, Zain's return is delayed when the middle-aged man questions Zain's residence. And in that position Zain felt his tongue was too faint to lie, knowing his wife might be angry, but Zain was forced to say.

"Ehm, I'm Zain, sir, the new resident here, my wife and I are staying at the front boarding house."

Without a lie, she told him who she was even when to marry him. "The new bride turned out," the man muttered, Zain hoping that there would be no more questions asked by the man.

Lucky, Zain, good night. There were no deep questions or anything like that, as the environmental leader, the man named who introduced himself as Mulyadi was just a brief acquaintance, that was all.

Finished the conversation, Zain said goodbye first. With a hasty step he slowly went down the steps of the mosque. Not without reason he wanted to hurry, but his stomach was already sore because it had not been filled since yesterday afternoon, at all.

Unfortunately, in such moments, God seems to test his faith that is not how much. Once again Zain surrounded the view, searching correctly and calmly without swearing once.

Naas, the joints are completely gone. Zain rubbed his face, trying to hold his breath and not get angry just because his joints were no longer there. "It feels like it was there, why can it be exchanged for ugly sandals like this."

Even though it's just a slipper, to be honest Zain is frustrated. Not only because the price is expensive, but indeed the replacement can be said to be unfit, the color has changed and Zain's age estimate may have been more than 3 years.

"Could it be, end of worship please_where are these people's wits?" In the end, he kept nagging as well.

Zain turned his head, inside the mosque there are still some people who may have deliberately waited for Isya's time. It was in his mind to vent the revenge on one of the sandals that were there.

Just for a moment, after which he regained his senses and immediately abandoned his intentions. It's okay, maybe he should let go. Although very forced, Zain wore sandals that he had considered ugly.

If you get upset or not, obviously yes. That Sendal was the only one he had brought to Nadin's boarding house. Although the equipment is already a large suitcase, but obviously the contents of most clothes, he also did not think would experience such a disaster to feel safe just by carrying one sandal.

Zain's steps felt very different, it was very upset that he heard the sound of plaques from sandals that were indeed aged. Several times he stopped, then continued again until arriving also in front of the door of the hostel room of the wife.

"Nadin ... I'm home, can you open the door?" pinta Zain knocked on the door three times, a little formal as if not talking to the wife, but the boss.

In contrast to Zain, from the inside was actually the shrill voice of Nadin who asked him to wait patiently. Presumably, there was something Nadin did until he sounded panicked and asked the husband to be a little more patient.

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"old huh? Come inside." Sure enough, according to Zain's vision, Nadin seemed to have just finished praying, it was only natural that a little longer to three times, he said,

The look on Zain's tired face was so read, Nadin who saw it immediately concluded that hunger was the reason. Coincidentally he has prepared, for this dinner Nadin prefers delivery in order to prioritize the comfort of Zain.

However, he still arrange it on a serving plate so that it is not too obvious if you buy. In addition, he also thought it would be more polite than directly served with his box.

The thing he did was very simple, but Zain was speechless when his wife was happy to serve him, even though she did not complain of hunger or anything like that. For a moment, the man smiled wryly and forgot about the expensive slippers that disappeared a moment ago.

"This is yes, I can't cook, there are no tools here either."

"It's okay, this is more than enough" Zain said so gently, much different from the way he spoke on campus so Nadin felt he was with two different people. "I'm sorry to bother you," he continued.

"My duty, my God." Zain was unceasingly amazed by his actions, this time Nadin's words made him rustle for a moment, really.

His stomach hurt, but this time it just disappeared. The gaze they had met, Nadin who had almost bribed the rice immediately undoes his intention when he realized Zain looked at him with an illegible look.

"Why?"

"Mukenamu," ujar Zain tampak sengaja menggantung pembicaraannya.

"Why my face?"

"Can you leave first? Later dirty," said Zain who turned out to make Nadin's heart open to immediately stand up.

Zain did not harbor suspicion or expectation when Nadin stood up. All were still safe at the beginning, until just when Nadin opened his mucous boss, Zain was now made mired.

If yesterday he had a chat when he saw Nadin with his simple hijab, this time the man's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment when he saw Nadin's long hair that looked still moist.

As hard as Zain's heart tried to divert his eyes, but unfortunately the fried chicken on his plate was not able to attract the attention of Zain at all. Still with an insecure heart at all, the man gulped his saliva bitterly as soon as Nadin again sat opposite him.

Actually not the first time, when they did a video call also Zain had seen his hair. However, if faced directly like this, the effect becomes different and Zain cannot conclude.

"Why not eat?"

"Hm .. eat, here I eat," he replied as quickly as lightning turned his eyes away. Trying to look ordinary, but only the first feed he had choked until Nadin panicked made it.

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- To Be Continued

Anet: Jan forgot sawel om dain💃