Asmara World
Miguel's Reservations.

One Week Later

The day changed again and it did not feel like a week had passed. In the current residence of Kwans, in the room looks Nixeelin who is standing in front of the dressing table. The beautiful wife of Davis Kwans had just finished soaking in the bathroom.

Wearing a white knee-length bathrobe, she was standing in front of her dresser, staring at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her.

Groping his stomach that began to bulge a little, he then smiled alone when he remembered that there was a baby branch that was being conceived at this time.

" You're big fast, yeah, so we can meet up quickly" Nixeelin said, wiping her distended stomach.

Chequek.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Nixeelin hurriedly grabbed the head drayer and dried her still wet hair.

" You're not done yet" said Davis, who had just stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He who had just finished with his bathing ritual, immediately walked towards the walk in closet. Suddenly his steps stopped.

" Ah, Brother Nauora has already ordered a dress for you at the ceremony later tonight. You just wear it." Davis said, turning around, remembering that his father had arranged a banquet.

" dress?" Nixeelin frowned, she turned her head and looked at her husband, but she quickly turned her face away when she saw Davis' plain field chest.

Yes, even though his marriage with Davis has almost run a month, but Nixeelin is honestly not used to the presence of the handsome man. Moreover, before marriage, he had never been in a relationship with a man and was just busy at his job.

" What's up?" Davis was confused by his wife's attitude.

" It's okay. I'll wear the dress, so go and put on your shirt." Nixeelin said quickly, covering up her nervousness.

" Ah, okay."

****

On the one hand, in a different place, Miguel workspace. Looks like the man who is now accompanied by his assistant— Andre.

Walking back and forth next to the glass window, Miguel looked extremely riled up. His face was so tangled, yet he was reluctant to share his stories with his confidants.

" Yakk, what's wrong? What do you want to talk about?"

Long Andre locked his lips, he finally chose to speak first.

" I'm ashamed!"

" Huh?" Andre gawked at his master's short speech.

" Why are you ashamed?" ask Andre again.

" So here.." Miguel paused, he immediately sat down on the sofa before continuing his speech.

" I haven't slept with Nauora yet" he continued with a heavy sigh.

" So you've been sleeping with Mrs Nauora?" andre asked, staring in disbelief at his superiors because all this time he knew that Miguel was very dislikeful of Nauora.

" It has been." Miguel replied briefly and concisely.

" Well, congratulations, Mr. Miguel Arrawda. So how do you feel?" Andre looked delighted, looking at his superior with a fluffy smile.

" I don't love him yet" Miguel said.

" Then you try to sleep with Mrs Nauora again. After that, it's impossible you don't like it." Andre gave a suggestion, while Miguel was still considering the remarks of his assistant.

Drt. Drt. Drt.

The chatter of two dashing men came to a halt as Andre's phone in his pocket rang. He hurriedly answered his call, and after a few seconds he immediately closed his phone connection.

" Mister, lunchtime is over. We'd better go to the office now" Andre said.