Ballad First Wife
Prolactin and Difficulty Andre

"Mas!" Fira approaches Salman who is busy with his laptop. She sat next to her husband.

"Hem. Ryan's asleep?" Salman's food is still focused on his laptop screen.

"Yes." Yeah." Fira read what Salman was typing. Salman has made a letter of agreement.

"Mas so give Mas Andre money?"

"See tomorrow."

"Mommy mean?"

"I wonder what made him do that. Like you said, it's not Andre. It must have had a good reason. If it's necessary, I'll help him." Salman said while remaining serious about making a letter of agreement between himself and Andre.

Fita stared in admiration at that serious handsome face.

Not only is your face handsome, your heart is also handsome.

"Why smile?" Salman glanced at it with his tail.

Fira blushed from being caught off guard admiring her husband.

Wet bitch. Just honest.

"Pretty face." Fira's face blushed.

Salman's lips curled up to form his signature grin. He removed the laptop from his lap and put it on the nightstand.

"Have you finished?"

"Not yet." Salman breaks down his body as he pulls Fira up until the woman is on top of him.

"Kok get stopped if it's not finished?" Fira supported her body by resting on Salman's chest.

"Because something's bothering." Salman slipped Fira's haircut that covered Fira's face behind his ears. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful face of his wife.

Fira. "I didn't do anything, Mas. Just look at it."

"Seeing with a seductive gaze that makes me unable to bear." Salman tightened his hold until their bodies clung perfectly.

"Who's flirting?"

"Why did you keep looking at me until you were amazed and say that I'm handsome?" Salman swiped his nose into Fira's pointed nose in a fit of anxiety.

"It's been really good. Heart is good." Fira.

"Thank you because I know you did it for me." Fira put her head to Salman's chest.

"You're wrong. I did it for myself. You are trusty to me. Keeping your happiness is my duty. If I neglect to do my duty, God will be angry with me. So I did it for myself." Salman stroked Fira's back.

"The duty of the husband to make the wife happy is the duty of the wife to make the husband happy. If we do our duty, then our household will be happy." Fira plays her hand on Salman's chest.

"Mrs Salman, can tonight do your duty?"

Fira raised her head to look into Salman's eyes. They stared at each other moments ago as Salman quickly changed positions, closed his eyes on prayer and undertook the duty of giving an inner living to Fira.

Salman sat leaning against the headboard. His right hand was busy opening the laptop. He checked the letter he had written. Correcting the wrong and adding to the less.

"Why not sleep?" Fira.

"anytime soon. Still checking this."Salman's eyes were directed towards his laptop screen.

"Not that. From what I read, the man must have slept after doing that. But Salman is different. Never go to sleep."

Salman turned his head and looked at Fira who was looking at him with a plain face. He chuckles.

"Because I'm different. As you said."

"That's not normal, is it?"

"Not just normal. Totally normal. More than any other normal person. Like a genius." Salman's views refocused on his laptop

Fira shuffled to sit while holding the blanket that covered her body.

"I don't understand?"

Salman turned his head, "Let's tell me what you read!"

"So the man must have slept after soan one of them because when they reach the top they will release prolactin which triggers fatigue and drowsiness. Not tired and sleepy at all?"

Salman mangosteen.

"so yeah. Looks like my prolactin hormone didn't come out enough to make me sleepy." He glanced meaningfully.

Fira who caught the meaning of her husband's glance immediately realized that he had awakened the sleeping tiger.

"I think I'm talking wrong." Fira slumped and went into the blanket and wrapped her body up to her head.

"Slow darling. My prolactin has to be removed so I can sleep."

After three new activities Salman prolactin came out all and he finally fell asleep in peace.

Next time I won't ask about prolactin again. Ah waist.

Fira hissed feeling her waist that was like wanting to break. He struggled to find a good sleeping position until he found his most comfortable place, entering into the arms of Salman.

Daytime at Salman's office.

Andre came to fulfill his promise. He went to the receptionist in the lobby.

"You'll see Mr. Salman, Ma'am!."

The two women who were at the reception desk looked at Andre.

"Have you made an appointment sir?"

"It."

One of the receptionists contacted Salman's secretary.

"Let's take you to Mr. Salman's room!"

Andre followed the officer to Salman's room.

"Please Sir! Mr. Salman is waiting inside."

"Thank you."

Andre knocked on the door and pushed it open. He was amazed to see Salman's office.

"Come in and sit down!" Salman's stern and cold voice echoed.

Andre just nodded. He entered while admiring Salman's room.

It's crazy!! What is Fira's husband? Isn't this the branch office. If the branch office alone is this cool, what about the head office in Jakarta.

Andre sits. When he felt the sofa soft, his admiration increased. Not long before Salman came to Andre.

"Finally you're in my office." Salman sat in front of Andre. He lifted his legs until he rested on each other. His right hand was straight on the back of the sofa while his left hand was above the knee. His gaze pierced through Andre's eyes.

Andre looked back at Salman. His sight was interrupted when he saw a red mark at the base of Salman's neck.

Salman did deliberately not button the top two buttons of his shirt so that his chest exposed.

God fucking. He wanted to show off apparently. Fira never did anything like that to me.

"Keep your promise!" There was a sense of annoyance in Andre's tone of voice.

"Silent. I won't deny." Salman changed his seat. He leaned his body with both elbows against his knees.

"Andre. Fira story that you are actually not a person who likes to force the will. He wondered why you could do this. What kind of hardship do you face that forces you to sell your pride like this?"

Andre.

Turns out you still recognize me Fir.

"Tell me what your difficulties are. If I could I'd help you."

Andre immediately raised his face, "You want to help me with my predicament?" He chuckles in disbelief.

"Yes. For Fira." Salman assured Andre with his eyes.

"You love Fira so much, don't you?"

"Yes. Hugely. Thank you for letting it go until I can take it. Just so you know, he's a diamond."

Andre smiled wryly.

Yep. He's diamond. I was stupid for noticing it too late. It is true that we will not realize how valuable a person is until we lose that person. Does Fira feel the loss of me too?

"So?" Salman's question resuscitated Andre.

"Tell me your trouble!"

Andre took a few breaths and started to tell stories.

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Hi.kak.mbak.mak.dik.

The story tomorrow.

Now bobok first. It's heavy