Apparently, I'm Not the First Wife.
The owner of the heart.

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"Sleep, here I hug" Leo answered, bringing his first wife's body into his arms.

This was the first night for them after many passing through various circumstances, accompanied by a sense of patience and tears finally all returned happy.

"I'm fine if you want to, I will serve you as best I can" said Ameena, who was only answered with a small smile.

Leo shook his head, he only kissed Ameena on the forehead at a glance but full of feelings. Not impersonal, just that he did not want to do it, because....

Triying

*alla

[Just two days, after I came home. It's okay, enjoy your day with Ameena,]

Leo read the message from Aurora with a feeling of annoyance, he who longs instead must be willing to be left two days out of town by his second wife.

*leo

[But I want to see you, La. I miss, ]

Leo let out a slight sigh, and it made Ameena slightly wonder what was up with her husband.

"Is there a problem with the resto?"

"Nothing, let's go to sleep."

Ameena just nodded, she did not want to argue let alone argue. It was a night he had hoped for, far from what he had dreamed.

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In the morning Ameena was awake, her slightly aching head even made her desperate to clean up. While Leo who is still asleep increasingly tightened the embrace on a pillow roll behind the blanket. He who was tidy by using a dress on the knee somehow stopped his steps right in front of the nightstand.

The husband's phone lying just like that this time made him curious, even though since with Ameena never touched the personal belongings of her husband.

"Tumben uses a PIN key," murmured Ameena as she held a flat object belonging to her heart.

His heart rippled again when he saw the wallpaper of Leo's phone screen, there was nothing strange just like the picture of two hands gripping each other but as if Ameena knew who the hand of one of them.

The house that always looks lonely was indeed long ago only in the two of them. Ameena is not a spoiled woman who wants to be served with ART despite the many times Leo offers.

He who is also still working at the Resto is not too dizzy to think about home problems, want to do it if you do not want to be forced.

His steps now go into the kitchen, it looks like Leo has everything ready before they go home because this is the same as the last time they left. All things are without a shortage, food ingredients also feel so complete in the refrigerator.

Another in the kitchen, another in the room. Leo squirms as the smell of cooking tempts his sense of smell this early.

"La-" he muttered, but he jumped when he remembered something. .

"Geez!"

Leo turned to the nightstand, the intention of the heart to see the clock he actually read a message containing a saying goodbye from his wife.

*alla

[I'm going yes, Mas. We'll meet again the day after tomorrow if you miss me, ]

*Leos.

[Hurry back, don't torture me for too long ]

Leo put down his phone again, he got up and walked towards where Ameena was now feeling.

"This piece is cooked? are you sure you're healthy?" ask Leo who is still worried about the situation of his sir wife.

"Don't ask me how I feel, won't any wife still be able to serve her husband?" ameena replied with a small smile.

"Don't be forced, dear."

Ameena shook her head, this kind of thing she really misses being able to sit together again to tell a lot of things.

"Sir, what are our plans after this?"

"Plan?" Leo asked back who was answered nodding his head.

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I want a pregnant program, brother..