Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
Special Chapter Two

Special Chapter Two

Riding his own car to the headquarters of Royal Textile, Anggi brought his handmade fruit pickle for the husband. Not to forget the hodgepodge as an additional lunch that has lately been favored by Juna, as well as honey tea that is still hot in a small thermos tumbler was also brought. Natural sweet honey is useful to relieve excessive nausea and the fragrant aroma of relaxing tea.

Pandu directly pushed the boss's door as soon as he saw his boss' wife coming, politely welcome.

Tok to tok.

Anggi stood in the doorway that was already open, knocking on the door several times.

“Sorry, Mr. President. Can I come in?” she said, smiling beautifully.

Juna who was focused lowered his head on the papers on the table, immediately raised his gaze as soon as he heard the soft voice of his celestial handler singing melodiously. Juna got up from his chair, half scattering, then grabbed Anggi after closing the door.

“Halo, baby Papa.” Juna bowed in front of Anggi's stomach, smelling his wife's not-so-big belly. “Can you give Papa a day off nausea?” he said that made Anggi could not help but laugh.

“Indeed nausea is work, until ask for leave?” anggi's great-grandson who is often made to feel funny with her husband's behavior in this second pregnancy.

“Mmhh, I miss,” sigh Juna friendly. Hugging and insinuating the head in the niche of Anggi's neck, craving a powerful aroma soothes the upheaval in his stomach.

“We haven't seen you in a year?” teasing Anggi, hugging and tucking her husband's hair back.

Juna parsed his arms and looked at the beautiful figure that had brought him to his knees, half-living bucin.

“Not a year, even it feels more than a century. I was really tormented when I was away from you. My sheep kept on going berserk, even I had to steal an opportunity in between meetings in order to inhale your bra I had in my pants pocket. Looks like our second child wants revenge on me on behalf of his brother, or maybe angry because it is often sprayed,” chirped lethargic.

Anggi chuckles feeling funny as well amused, imagining her husband like a crazy pervert carrying his underwear everywhere. Sympathetic pregnancy syndrome is highly anti-mainstream.

“I bring hodgepodge and pickle that Mas want, yuk eaten first.” Anggi raised a bag in which there are food grade containers containing pickles and hodgepodge.

“Company me eat.”

“Hey, alright big baby.” Devoted to the husband, Anggi sat on Juna's lap which was immediately embraced by her husband. Open the container of stock containing hodgepodge first before moving on the fruit pickled container.

As usual, if near Anggi this nausea Juna does not rampage, different when far apart. Juna ate voraciously, while still hugging his beloved woman.

“You should also eat.” Juna was about to take over the spoon in Anggi's hand.

“I've eaten, Mas. Before leaving here I had eaten until full.”

“Good. You have to eat a lot, so you stay healthy and strong. Let me just be the one who's nauseous. But, by the way today Brama came home at what time from the play group?” juna asked after spending the pickle on the last bribe.

“Usually in a moment, I have asked Mr. Oman to stand by in the play group place since an hour ago. I have sent a message so that Mr. Oman brings Brama here too, I want to take him to my coffee shop.”

“Continue, who are you here with?” Juna squashed the corner of his eyes suspiciously.

“I drove myself.”

“Why didn't I send an office driver to pick you up? I feel like an ignorant husband for letting you drive alone while pregnant like this.” The look on Juna's face was worried, not a bitch.

“Nothing kok Mas, getting pregnant does not mean making my wiggle room limited, the important thing remains careful,” Anggi replied soothing.

Seriate.

Hello Juna-Anggi lovers, while waiting for the next chapter of the Wife of Arjuna, you can wait while reading my new work entitled Suci In Noda.

In this story tells the story of Barata's adopted son and Maharani, Ayu's biological son. Guaranteed no less exciting and certainly make a severe baper anyway. Who else followed the story of Sacred In which Stain was her voice?

Happy reading 🥰.