Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 124 - Pregnant Gymnastics.

While in the living room Justin was waiting, he clucked because the old Keyvan was amazing in the room. The man began to suspect. And sure enough, Justin rolled his eyes lazy when he saw Keyvan out of the room with Khayla with hair that looks still wet.

"It's a long time ago, a wet bath turned out."

"What's Justin doing? I haven't had a shower in the morning" said Mikhayla, not because Justin thought he was.

"What's wrong, Khay? It's true that the bath is wet, Mikhayla his mind must go everywhere." Though indeed he who thinks in the distance since his best friend out of the room, and now can-can he find trouble with his wife.

"Hm he's a bitch, why did you bring him here?" Mikhayla whispered but Justin could hear the woman's words, not at all offended that she felt Khayla was still a child.

"You guys come along, after this we both have to go again ... Khay."

"Where?"

"Surabaya, just one night. There's a little business, you want to go home to Mama's or stay here, honey?" asked Keyvan then, actually this problem has been discussed by Keyvan yesterday. However, it seemed that Mikhayla had slightly forgotten.

"Here alone, I'm tired of going back and forth to Mama's house," complained Mikhayla who did not really like too much on the trip, especially if Keyvan only went for a while.

"Where do you want?" keyvan asked before cutting the whole roast chicken that Mikhayla had wanted since yesterday.

"Dada" Mikhayla replied casually and nothing happened, their interaction was sweet in Justin's eyes until a few seconds later Justin regretted not eating at the restaurant alone.

"When is the chicken, dear ... Why is his hand on my chest?" mikhayla asked to pull over Keyvan's hand that touched his chest when in front of them was Justin sitting sweetly waiting for his turn.

"Hahahah forgot, sorry yes .. I'm hungry like that."

"It's so annoying for this couple, it could be that free in front of me. I'm he think of it as a rock or what?"

Justin sat up, and suddenly satiated for a moment. Sitting here is exactly the inanimate object that bears silent witness to Keyvan's affection with his wife.

"Justin let's eat, it will be skinny" said Mikhayla took rice for him and it made Keyvan grinned not accept.

"Darling? Why you, I can?"

"If your time is taken, I'm your wife .. which wife is willing to her husband serve another man," said Mikhayla dramatized the situation and this made Justin limp.

"Reverse, Mikhayla!! Everywhere that husband would willingly serve another man, so!!" obviously Keyvan confirmed the sentence.

"You two stop!! I'll take it myself, don't let your household crack after this lunch." The first time Justin was upset with these two people, I don't know who did not grow up to be such a small thing is a problem.

"You're thinking too far, Justin!!" keyvan jolt slightly disliked the sentence he revealed this time.

"It is not good to fight in front of food, according to ustadz _"

"You're a non-Muslim, Justin."

"Just remind, Evan." Justin said casually with his calm face. There's no harm in reminding me of that sort of thing, Justin thought later.

In fact, it's only been eight hours apart from Keyvan. Mikhayla began to rile and repeatedly tried to contact her husband. Surely the man was busy out there, but all Mikhayla needed was for him at the moment.

"Start, if you've gone snartist so ... he again what the hell?"

Mikhayla grumbled, Rani who was cleaning the living room just stared at the astonished position of Mikhayla who thought it was amazingly strange. "Non, why is that?"

"Huh? This is one of the pregnant gymnastics, Ma'am .. his head should be down indeed," Mikhayla replied as she moved her legs on the back of the sofa, sitting upside down, body on the floor while her legs rose.

"The concept of where," Rani muttered passed away, indeed usually Mikhayla often do things beyond expectations and create his own theory.

"The third count not raised also means he cheated!!" firmly Mikhayla stared intently at the screen of her phone, until only the second count she had seen clearly how handsome her husband was there.

"When are you home?" mikhayla asked without saying hello first, Keyvan seemed to pull over from the crowd in order to receive the wife's call.

"Jeez, it's only been eight hours, Khayla .. tomorrow morning, baby."

"Old, can it be accelerated?"

"Can't, Khay .. wait a minute," explained Keyvan as soft as that, it's wrong why he said his departure only briefly if in fact all this time.

"Ck, what's the business there? Keep working, not rich?" Mikhayla clucked bitterly because she felt the lack of time with her husband when in fact it was not.

"Hahaha ya have to, our future later what if I don't work, Mikhayla."

Keyvan was wide-eyed, until the few people beside him stared in confusion. His wife was too ridiculous and that question should not need to be asked again.

"Leave it, it's so when it's about his wife," said Justin asked the understanding of the man in front of him to understand the attitude of Keyvan that can not be guessed at all.

"It would be so happy for her, if my wife had come back .. it would have been so happy" he said with almost broken hopes but tried to keep her.

"So soon, we're just hoping for something good for you, Zayyan."

In a very difficult position, Justin is at a crossroads. One is too happy because the woman while the other languishes inexhaustible. Though Justin has insisted to keep the feeling, but it does not seem to work on Keyvan because the proof at this time he even peed the screen phone in front of the two of them.

"Bye, my wife, my sweet, my mummy .. don't sit it up again, then our baby goes up to the stomach, baby."

"Look, his brain is no longer even functioning properly," muttered Justin staring flat at Keyvan who was engrossed in his own world.

- To Be Continue -