After Marriage
Chapter 102

Hana jerks.

Honestly, he was very surprised.

He knew that his boss was married, and even Aslan had brought his wife to come to this store.

But as far as Hana knows, Aslan and his wife have been divorced for a long time, and her name is not Maya Kiran.

The two Netra Hana are breaking up, a little in disbelief. But he kept his head down, apologizing for his ignorance as well as his form of respect.

Without many more questions, Hana then asked Kiran to enter the Aslan room. Even Hannah opened the door.

Want to make sure directly, not let this beautiful woman is the new wife of her boss.

"Honey," greeted Aslan as she saw Kiran enter, with her face slightly bent.

"Hem," replied Kiran shortly, then entered the room and Hana immediately closed the door again.

For some reason, there is a strange geleyar tickling in Hana's heart. As if he was disappointed, knowing Aslan was now married again.

With her heart stuck, Hana immediately returned to her study.

"Why didn't you say you were coming here? I'll be able to pick you up" Aslan said, asking Kiran to come closer to him.

Kiran said she leaned against Aslan's desk when she was right in front of her husband.

"Sit here" said Aslan, and drew his wife to sit on his lap.

"Why is your face bent?" asked Aslan again, when he saw Kiran who was pouting, not as usual.

Kiran also does not know, why lately he feels very sensitive. Feeling jealous and I don't know..

"That was Hana?" kiran asked then, when she first opened her mouth, even Hana who she asked.

Aslan nodded, confirming the wife's guess.

"Pantesan at home sampe malem in the store, the head of the shop alone is as beautiful as that," Kiran timpal tones ketus, even he folds both hands in front of the chest.

Aslan was only able to exhale, he worked earnestly, but was even suspected.

"You don't believe me?" aslan asked later, he clenched his waist tightly, hoping that the wife's jealousy would subside.

But instead of answering, Kiran turned her face away.

Aslan, who was tired, chose not to respond, as her embrace stretched, Kiran immediately rose from the lap of the husband.

She chose to leave her husband's room immediately.

Holding back her own tears so as not to break.

Aslan followed, despite losing a step because Kiran was running a little.

Until finally, Kiran reached her own car and immediately drove her car. And Aslan followed behind.

Inside the speeding car, Kiran was crying.

For some reason, now he felt so sad, felt Aslan had been attracted to other women and wished his love.

His mind drifted too far, Kiran realized that, but her heart still chose to grieve.

Until the moment to enter their housing complex, Aslan overtook his wife's car. He stopped Kiran until she stopped going.

Aslan got down, and forced Kiran to open her car door. Kiran initially refused, but when she saw Aslan's angry face, she finally complied.

The moment the door was opened, Aslan immediately pulled Kiran out. Locking his wife's car, Kiran gets in her own car.

Kiran was still crying, for some reason she was this weak.

Aslan walked in, and there was only the sound of Kiran sobbing in the car.

"What actually happened? why are you being like this?" aslan asked, trying to open his voice, even though his wife continued to cry without pause.

"What happened to me, should I ask, what happened to Mas?" answer Kiran as you please.

"Why me?" ask Aslan again, confused. Somehow now Kiran likes to make him guess.

Kiran is not usually like this.

"Think of it yourself" replied Kiran Ketus, turning her face away.

"Don't be like this Ran," said Aslan trying to be patient, no matter if his body and mind were so tired.

"I'm tired of Ran, I don't want to fight."

"Udah tau tired but why Mas maksa to take care of the store too, how can I meet Hana?" reply Kiran excited, even with her gaze filled with anger.

"Astagfirstalazim," Aslan muttered softly, again, he rubbed his face violently.

"So you're jealous?"

"No!" kiran replied with a raised voice, still with sobs.

"Ran," called Aslan, trying to hold his wife's hands tightly together.

"Trust me Ran, I can't possibly betray you and Aydan either" Aslan said slowly.

"Then why did you force yourself to take care of the store as well? why didn't Mas ask me to take care of the store, I could just get out of the showroom and just take care of the store. But instead of asking me, Mas took care of the store itself. Forcing myself to work in 2 places, how can I not be suspicious?" it was obviously Kiran who was crying even more.

Aslan then pulled the body of his wife and held her tightly.

"You misunderstood Ran."

"The one that made me misunderstand."

"Yes, I'm sorry" Aslan replied. Still hugging his wife's body tightly.

"Deliver! Mas stinks," pinta Kiran solemnly, as if the scent of Hana's body was there, she was reluctant to inhale it. It stings and he wants to vomit.

Slowly, Aslan released a hug and stared within his wife's two neutrals.

"true smell? not because you're angry?"

"It really stinks," replied Kiran quickly, still with her taut tone.

"Abi, even want you to forward the store. But Abi said, you are very happy to work in the Showroom, he became reluctant to ask you," explained Aslan later.

Not there, Aslan also said, that he was hesitant to ask his wife to continue the store, afraid Kiran felt burdened, especially the problem is that this store is the responsibility of Aslan.

Kiran shook her head, the job for her was just a job, not something she had to argue with her husband. If Aslan asks him to stop at the showroom, Kiran will obey.

Hearing the wife's reply, Aslan repeatedly said Sorry.

And Kiran accepted it with pleasure.

Then the two made an agreement, that now Kiran will take care of the store, after he finished the administration of his exit from the showroom.

"So now you're not angry anymore, are you?" asked Aslan, holding his wife's hands again.

"Still, why did Hana come out of the room smiling?" kiran asked, the jealous mode has not been stretched.

Aslan exhaled her breath, how did she know.

"Where do I know Ran, why does he smile, I don't even care about him," Aslan explained honestly.

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Seriously?

"Yes." Yeah."

"Not lying?"

"No."

Slowly, Kiran's Smile was re-engraved.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm this jealous."

Aslan did not care what the wife said, he then pulled Kiran and held her nape. Dropping a raining kiss.

Satisfied to kiss the lips of the wife, Aslan then hugged his wife's body tightly.

"Mas Smells," Kiran said with her spoiled voice.