Celebrity Husband
Touch me !

Chapter 53.

Aruna shuffled from her sleep, her eyes glancing at the sunlight that was starting to enter through the crack of her room, Aruna saw Akram who was still asleep by her side. Seeing that handsome face sleeping quietly made Aruna again remember the hot scene in the video of her husband last night.

“Yes, geez why I published the video continues,” Aruna hit her forehead slowly frustrated.

Aruna immediately got out of bed, decided to take a bath, he let the shower water wet his entire body, hoping the shadow of the video was stray from his mind that had been contaminated. Aruna long enough to wander his body but he still banyan, making him miss the touch of Akram again at this time.

“I have to ask for it, don't be shy !” the batteries.

Aruna immediately put on her towel kimono, she still noticed her face in the bathroom mirror, Aruna even wore lipstick with a shaky red color that morning.

“I think I'm crazy,” murmured who doesn't understand why he's like this.

Selasai sprayed perfume with a seductive aroma Aruna immediately came out of the toilet, she saw Akram who was still asleep, her graceful footsteps slowly approached towards Akram and sat at the edge of the bed.

Aruna breathes deeply and poaches slowly, reducing her groin.“Honey,” call him friendly, while gently rubbing Akram's hair, but Akram does not budge.

“Honey,” call Aruna back, this time her delicate palm rubbed Arkam's face.

“Heemmm...” hiss Akram, slowly weakening his eyes. Aruna also gave a smile as sweet as possible.“Have you taken a shower?” Akram glanced at Aruna who still mnggenakan kimono towel, not as usual.“Tumben don't directly wear clothes?” Akram frowned.

“What's really why? let it be easy to open,” said Aruna who reflexes to silence her own mouth.

“Open? what opened?” Akram actually asked a plain question when Aruna's face was red because of embarrassment.“ Jeez,” Akram spontaneously soon wake up from his sleep.

“Why?” I saw the face of Akram who was very panicked.

“I was late to the filming location,” Akram immediately got off the bed rushing to take a shower, 10 minutes later Akram came out of the bathroom in a hurry he was wearing his clothes and shoes.“I go first,” Akram kissed Aruna's forehead and distended stomach and hurried away.

With lips that shrink Aruna sitting languidly in the corner of the bed, Akram just left without noticing the red lipstick or the perfume that stings.

“Honey, I'm home,” Akram's voice sounds loud, 10pm Akram home.“Honey,” Akram opened the door to the room to see Aruna lying in bed.

“Home home?” Aruna got out of bed, kissed the back of her husband's hand.

“This I brought your favorite food,” with the face of sumringah Akram giving food to his wife's joy.

“Thank you, but I'm full, I'll eat tomorrow only,” Aruna smiled thinly.

“I've had a shower yes,” Akram immediately cleaned himself, while Aruna out of the room. A few minutes later Aruna returned to the room, there was no Akram in the bathroom, Aruna walked to the family room, seen Akram who was watching television.

“Honey,” call spoiled Aruna who immediately sat beside Akram and rested her head on her husband's boat.

“You haven't slept?” Akram dyed and stroked Aruna's hair.

“Not yet,” Aruna wrapped her hand on the waist of Akram, it feels hastarnya hast also subsided already these few days they are also not intimate make Aruna really miss the touch of her husband.

Aruna hugged the friendly waist of Akram but the eyes of Akram was very focused on watching television, Aruna even felt soft thighs of Akram, but still Akram focused on watching television while commenting on the football match he was watching.

“Jeez, he sucks once, time insensitive !” inner Aruna inflamed.

Aruna let go of her hug and got up from sitting down.

“Heemmm !” aruna replied without looking back and went into her room choosing to sleep.

***

In the morning Akram woke up, his fingers looking for smooth skin that should be on his side. Akram opened his eyes.“She's up?” didn't see Aruna in bed.

Akram rushed to take a shower, after he came out of the room, it looked Aruna who was preparing breakfast at dinner table.“Already wake up in love?” goda Akram who immediately sat in the dining chair.

Aruna did not respond, with an indifferent face he took breakfast for Akram, they also ate breakfast together. There is no conversation between the two there is only the sound of the clang of cutlery that sounds very loud, especially the spoon that Aruna uses. Akram glanced at Aruna who ate breakfast with a sour face unlike Aruna who usually always gives a sweet smile for him.

“You sick?” Akram noticed Aruna's face was not pale.

“Now!”

Akram glanced at Aruna who looked annoyed staring at his sarapanya.“Money I give less?” ask back Akram who feels he has given enough money.

“Now!”

Akram shook his head cluelessly, with a change in his sweet wife's attitude.“When I left first yes,” Akram finished breakfast, Aruna still kissed the back of her hand, even without a sweet smile on her lips.

***

Throughout the filming of Aruna's sour face continues to be wide open, Akram thinks hard what he has done wrong, he feels he did nothing wrong.

[Have you eaten?] akram wrote on his order that afternoon.

[Already,] Aruna continued to reply briefly without asking back.

[You're kenpa anyway? I miss you, I miss making love to you, ] Goda Akram

[Love alone with the video on your phone,] ketus Aruna.

Rebut Akram was surprised by Aruna's reply, he did not expect if Aruna knew he kept a hot video on his phone.

[You know?]

[Tau, I've been watching it till it's over]

“Gosh, my wife turns out not innocent anymore,” murmured Akram in disbelief.

[Later tonight we practice yes,] Akram's goda is back.

[No, I've wanted it for two days, but you didn't answer.]

Aruna reply just made Akram immediately understand behind the sour face of his wife.“Geez she must be mad because of that?”

[Why not just say it straight away?]

Akram's message is no longer reciprocated, making him depressed and feel guilty, as long as that day Arkam just wants to quickly finish filming and go home !