Akira's Old Love & Perfect CEO
S2: Baby 8's

Dean's appearance left a sense of unease in Akira's heart. It was nothing, but it was obvious that the man avoided it.

I don't know what's wrong, he doesn't know.

Since yesterday Akira has been quieter.

He doesn't talk much, there's something in his heart and mind.

Akira who was silent thought in the room since their return the day after, grabbed his own hair. He was dizzy, thinking about what was wrong with the man.

It would be unpleasant if he had a mistake and the man did not forgive, it would be like lifting weights on his head.

If it's like this, he needs his favorite milk.

Slowly he got out of his bed, out of the room and into the kitchen to ask for milk by the maid.

"Auntie, take the milk of love ice cubes" he said loudly but in a lethargic tone. He sat on the couch and turned on the television. Because of his best friend he became lazy everywhere.

Just work lazy!

It had been more than five minutes, but the milk never came with impatient steps he headed for the kitchen again.

"Bi Indah, why is it so long, make a sprain!"

Beautiful that looks to be stirring milk aghast and quickly put something into the uniform pocket of his servant.

"That's why it's stirring everything, Bi? I live in icy love, old beaches. What is mixed up in everything?"

Instantly, the maid's face turned deathly pale, "E-no, Madam, I forgot to shake her milk, right before drinking it must be beaten first." she replied stammering.

"The answer is rich in fear, yes sorry I was angry that his ashes made a long sprain." then he took the milk that had been poured into the glass and immediately put ice cubes.

"That's what I did, Bi. Tomorrow I'll be alone."

"Duh, young mistress, no, it will be my duty, later I'm in angry sir."

Indeed, the longer Farid implemented the rule that Akira just needed to sit sweetly and let the waiter do everything, of course, except in taking care of Farid, Akira who would be on duty.

Akira yep-iya only, the important thing is that she can still cook for her husband, she likes when her husband enjoys her cooking.

"Eat, the time is just pouring milk using ice a long time" he said judes, really his mood today is very bad.

He watched television to remove the burden of his mind, but it made him more emotional.

"Vishnu!"

the man hurriedly approached his master.

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

"Call her, Madam again, Miss is rich and old." she said, still looking at the television screen in front of her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's a direct order from you."

"Ah whatever yes, this tv buy where the hell?"

"The revision is one of the electronic products launched Earthechnology, you can see there is a company logo there."

"This is my husband's?"

"To be more precise, the creative team of the company."

"But, why is he so ugly, from earlier there was no good show." sewot Akira, his hands were squeezing the remote.

"Madam, who is broadcast on television is certainly not our company that regulates, if the ugly show is because of the company of his television channel."

And because of Dean, Akira looks stupid in front of his own subordinates. With shame mixed with his wounded prestige he drove Vishnu away.

"Go there!"

Vishnu was only able to nod watching how strange his master was.

Suddenly so cute and very noisy.

In fact, Vishnu did not bother too much that Akira was noisy. Usually the woman will be noisy and bring it to her husband, not to his servants.

From day to night the woman continued to babble at the servants in the house. Which he thinks is getting very soft.

Then she went back to silence just because, she had been waiting for her husband to come home, but the man had not yet been seen.

Her ass was already hot two hours sitting on the dining table chair. Finally, she gave up as if her husband had come home late.

When the time went on until it was eleven o'clock in the evening, Farid had not returned.

He called the man but was not picked up either.

He began to sleepy, his eyes very sticky slowly he closed his eyes, until before his eyes closed tightly, the sound of the door opened.

Suddenly, she got up and approached her husband.

"Mas, how did you just get home?" her whining was directly tangled in her husband's arms.

"A lot of work is delayed dear, let alone the company is developing new software and creating a game."

Farid led his wife to the bed and made her sit.

His hand moved stroking his wife's black mane, "You miss me?"

"Such a pede." he answered tightly and folded his arms arrogantly.

"I'm so hard, my dear." Her lips kissed Akira's cheeks softly.

"Tomorrow don't come home late again, I'm lonely you know." her lips are getting lame.

"Yes, tell me you can't live without me, can you?"

Akira clucked at the hearing of her extremely confident husband.

"I heard you were so fierce with the servants today, why?" keep the man down while continuing to stroke the cheek of his beloved woman.

"It's okay."

"Still thinking about that man?"

"So!"

"Don't lie." her eyes looked at Akira's eyes intimidatingly. Farid was always jealous when Akira talked about Deanno, obviously the man knew a lot about his wife first.

He was jealous, of course.

Although, Akira is his, it does not erase the fact that Deanno is a figure that is quite meaningful to his wife.

Her heart was hot every time Akira praised the man either intentionally or unintentionally.

Suddenly, Akira slammed into Farid's arms and cried there.

"I don't like you thinking about another man, Akira" said Farid coldly not returning his wife's embrace, the corner of his heart ached knowing that his wife was thinking of another man.

"Mas, he's my best friend, you know, I always tell him the same story, he can understand me the most and now suddenly he hindarin me. Are you jealous?" she complained without knowing her husband started to get emotional with the words he said.

"Mas, he helped me a lot, he always understood me he never cornered me when I told him about my problems, he was really good with me."

"And I don't?!" Farid put away the body of Akira who was hugging him, looked at him sharply and gripped his shoulder.

"Mass?"

her eyes stared innocently at her already burning jealous husband.

"What if he goes you that way? Then what's my function? Do I not understand you for you? I don't deserve to hear your story."

"Mas, that's not what it means, I'm just afraid I'm guilty of her and-"

"Did I not treat you well?!"

"Darling, you're overreacting, Deanno is a single guy, if you keep sticking to him, women will be afraid to approach him because they think you're his girlfriend." his tone started to go down, he felt like he should not scold Akira who did not know that he was jealous.

Because the woman knows, her husband won't be jealous because Dean's best friend.

"But, this mas is weird, he doesn't want to say what I was yesterday you saw, right?"

"Whatever, Akira, I'm tired. I'm there for you, whatever if you don't want to think of me and still expect your best friend."

After that, Farid left Akira in his own room, as he used to, the man was going to his study.

He was tired of working for more than twelve hours, until his home he expected the warmth of a smile from his wife, but he instead got the cry of his wife for thinking of another man.

I don't know, his brain is so cloudy.

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