(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
New Life

Two-story luxury penthouse with 4 bedrooms and private elevator access. A very beautiful city view can be seen anytime from the balcony downstairs. There is also a swimming pool on the balcony upstairs.

Penthouse presented by Jonathan is on the top floor of a luxury apartment that is still under the ownership of PT. Winata Group's. Its strategic location and close to the city center makes Kian no longer need to ride a motorcycle to get to his place of work. He only needs to walk because the distance of the Television Station where he works is very close to the Penthouse he occupies.

The second day after marriage, the new couple occupied their Penthouse and cleaned up the items that had been sent since a few days ago.

Ann occupies the room upstairs, while Kian chooses to occupy the room downstairs. Some of Ann's clothes were deliberately placed in Kian's room in case her Papa ever came to visit them.

Ann gave the boundaries of her territory. Kian is not allowed to go upstairs, and Ann won't go downstairs except to the kitchen and watch tivi.

The first day of living together at the Penthouse, Kian more locked himself in the room and spend his time reading books or watching youtube.

The aura of happiness as a newlywed was completely invisible in that house. They both live their respective activities without meaningful communication.

Although at the hotel several times Kian had to swallow saliva nervously when he saw Ann was scantily dressed, at home it made no difference. Several times Kian caught his wife in the kitchen wearing a hotpant and a tight, low-neck t-shirt. Make his testosterone hormone jump up instantly.

And this morning, when Kian was enjoying the warm rays of the sun from the balcony. The gurgling sound of water in the sink distracted him. The kitchen that is next to the balcony makes all activities there can be heard outside. Turning around, he looked towards the kitchen. From behind the glass door, he could see Ann making coffee from a Dolce Gusto Automatic machine.

He took his breath deep. The cool morning air from such a height he had never felt before. It is now remembered in her childhood just before she and Grandma Sofia finally moved to town.

"Do you want coffee?" ask Ann from the kitchen.

Kian. "May," he turned and approached the woman.

"You want espreso, latte macchiato, chocochino??"

"Whatever."

It's not so maniacal about coffee. Whatever he drinks is not toxic.

Ann put a small coffee capsule into the device and closed it. Before long, the coffee began to flow into the prepared glass.

"Now!" Ann thrusts the glass at Kian.

"Thank you" said Kian, sniffing the aroma of the fragrant coffee.

Ann did not say, she brought her coffee cup out of the kitchen and stepped slowly to the balcony. His right hand held the pod while his left hand carried the coffee cup.

Kian followed to the balcony and chose to sit relaxed on the wooden bench.

"What's your show today?" ann asked as she turned around and watched Kian.

Put the glass on the table. "Nothing."

"Do you mind if I ask for your help?"

I looked at Ann curiously.

"I'd like your help to get me somewhere."

"Where?" ask Kian at last.

"Later let me know!"

Ting tong ting.

Ann and Kian looked at the door together. Who came to see you this early?

"Let me open the door," Kian broke up while standing up and took a quick step into the living room.

Ann followed Kian behind curiously. He was not ordering any food, so it was certain that it was not the courier who came.

"Wait!" Ann pulled Kian's arm quickly as from the door screen she saw her Papa's face smiling widely.

Kian was stunned when he noticed the door screen appointed by Ann.

"Great!!" hiss is pale Ann.

He took his breath for a moment. "You lock your room upstairs. Let me open the door and distract Mr. Nathan!"

Ann nodded quickly, she spontaneously turned around and ran upstairs.

Ting tong ting.

Kian swings his steps to the door and presses the handle slowly.

"Good morning, my son!!" Jonathan spread out his hands warmly.

"Where's Ann? Is he still sleeping?" Jonathan breaks his arms when he realizes Ann is not next to Kian.

"Ah, he's inside, sir!"

"Sir?" Jonathan wilded.

Kian nodded, he covered his mouth with his index finger.

"Call me Papa!" jonathan's orders later.

He breathed a sigh of relief, he had thought if he had made a mistake when explaining the existence of Ann.

"Well, Pa," whispered Kian.

Jonathan laughed and inched inside without waiting to be invited by the owner of the house. He followed her in-laws with worry.

"Ann!" yelled Jonathan as he stepped into the living room.

"Ah, Dad. Looks like Ann's on the balcony!"

Jonathan turned to Kian, then stepped back to the balcony at the end of the room.

He looked up at the stairs when Jonathan had passed. Ann was sneaking down the stairs and running into Kian's room.

'Fiuh,' Kian let out a sigh of relief.

Jonathan had reached the balcony but he found no one there.

"There is no one here" Jonathan said, turning around.

"Maybe Ann's back in the room, Pa!" sela Kian with confidence.

"Yes, you just call him! We have breakfast here!" jonathan's orders as he approached the dining table.

He pulled out a chair for his father-in-law and helped Jonathan sit down.

"In a moment, Pa." He turned around and walked quickly to his room.

In the room, he found Ann sitting restlessly on the edge of the bed.

"Is Papa suspicious?" ask Ann as soon as she sees Kian coming in.

"No, all safe. Is the upper room locked?"

Ann nodded quickly.

"good. Now we're out before Papa starts to get suspicious!"

"Wait, who did you call?"

"Who??" Kian turned around and watched Ann bewildered.

"Who are you calling my dad?!"

Kian grunting. "Sir Nathan asked me to call him that!"

Ann laughed at Kian's expression that looked upset. "Alright, don't rent it, dong!"

Ann first stepped to the door, but had not touched the handle suddenly her steps stopped suddenly. He almost hit his body if he wasn't ready.

"Why again?!" sulkul Kian is impatient. He did not want Jonathan to suspect anything.

"My body!!" cry Ann stuck while covering her face.

He breathed his tired breath. "Where did you put it?!"

"On the balcony table!"

"Yes, you meet Papa. Let me get your pod on the balcony!"

Ann nodded quickly. He opened the door and walked quickly to the dining table. But her father wasn't there.

"Well, where's Papa?"

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