CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
Romantic Chapter

This morning Bagas and Dara went to Bandung accompanied by rain. Jakarta and its surroundings are not hot because rain often falls to the earth lately. But thankfully not to flood, just make the soil wet and clothes do not wear dry.

If the clothes are rich dry, the tools are sophisticated. Different case of gatel sarong pak Mamat, which was dried this morning continues to forget to be lifted. It was not wet anymore. The sarongs are still worn out.

But said Mr. Mamat was his father's holster. There is a power of its own and there is an allure. If this one looks like Mr. Mamat ngarang free, the proof that Tuti rasain at that time was just a gatel doang no vibrating romance.

Speaking of romance, Dara and Bagas are now in Bandung, they stay at the inn where Jeki and Nyai were met. There was a kind of nostalgia once they set foot inside that inn room. The sheets are still the same, white-white jasmine and smells fragrant, looks freshly washed and used fragrant.

There was a little drama of their time at the inn. Soft-boned mass that now happens to rise to the rank of a receptionist, still do not believe that Bagas and Dara are husband and wife.

"Sorry sir, couples are not muhrim forbidden to sleep one room let alone one mattress." cerocos mas soft boned make Bagas keki.

"I'm the same husband and wife, Mas eh Mbak" said Bagas while issuing an identification card.

Soft-boned mas that use ribbons on the neck directly take a magnifying glass to see that the real status of the husband or not. She kept smiling, it was true.

"Okay Mr. Bagas, it turns out that this time you are not lying. So this inn is legal for you to use bobo together."

The soft-boned mas continues to give the key two. Make Bagas frown.

"What are two keys for? Not two seats as Rita Sugiarto?" bagas said annoyed.

Mas the soft bone patted his eel immediately a sign he was indeed being mistaken.

"Sorry Mr. Bagas, I failed to focus. Please." The soft-boned mas finally only gave them one room key in which there was one bed and two chairs to relax. There is also a closet AC and there is tivi, suitable for young couples who want romantic-romantic while looking at the mountain from the window of the inn room.

Bagas preferred to look at another mountain. The mountain that Bagas liked was twins kept officially certified with a husband rights stamp. It's perfectly legal to get duyel-uyel here and there.

"Due .... What a view." Dara again raised both hands, stretching her body while leaning near the window looking at the mountain.

"Yes, the view is beautiful. "Bagas see no other sights other than the view of Dara who again raised his hands. Want uyel-uyel but it's still morning. I'm not satisfied either.

This chapter is romantic, because Bagas and Dara seem to be given a memory back about the events of five years ago here. When love begins to bloom and realize they are a mate. They both learn to accept each other.

So Bagas is now sitting in a chair he looked at his wife from behind who has a beautiful body like Kim Kardashian. Make the memory of the first time he touched Dara back into the memory.

Dara turned her head, her beautiful face with red lipstick lips immediately made Bagas fascinated. Bagas already stretched his hand, asking Dara to come closer and sit on his lap.

"Why the hell?" Dara walked with a smile, but she already knew, her husband again messem-mesem remembered the nostalgia of the past.

"No, so remember what happened five years ago here." Bagas smiled, his fingers rubbed his wife's hair behind his ears. It felt soft when the solid and round back landed on Bagas' lap.

Bagas wrapped his hands around Dara's slender waist, not forgetting the bonus of touching two twin objects that are no less good as the mountain out there.

"It doesn't feel like it's been five years." Dara smiled shyly. Her arms were coiled around her husband's sturdy neck. Occasionally his hand plays the hair of a husband who is tied neatly.

"What do you want me to buy? Can you bring a car? Want me to buy you a car?" tawar Bagas on Dara. Dara seemed to think for a moment. He must have his own vehicle now. Soon her kids will be in kindergarten. Let him pick up the kiddos and not bother Bagas again. Although Bagas did not feel troubled at all.

"By Mas?" dara asked while biting her lower lip, making Bagas want to bite as well. Bite the others not just bite your lips. Passion mas Bagas does not change, yes, if you see Dara he must immediately burn passion. See Dara chatting with an old friend who is male, he will burn jealous. Mas gondrong if already bucin serem. If Dara's jealousy can be done for a few hours.

"Later home from Bandung we see to the showroom ya." said Bagas replace the word can make yayang Dara. Dara smiled and kept giving kiss to her husband's cheek.

"The kiss is like this." Bagas as usual will kiss his wife friendly and long, after that there will be a scene of yiha-yiha, this time the atmosphere is different, because the romance this time is accompanied by nostalgia for their beautiful past stories.

Both of them deliberately came in the morning to Bandung because in the afternoon they will directly review the company. Morning can be used for making fun. Mesraan must be every day, said Bagas and Dara so that their relationship is getting closer and often miss each other.

"I'm so happy to be married to you." Bagas' first comment after the battle.

"I'm happier, Mas Bagas. Can be the wife of mas gondrong idol of these women. Thank you for being a good husband and papi for children." said Dara while hugging her husband again. They were still adorned with white blankets but this time there were no more red spots of Nyai's chastity. Five years ago, more precisely.

"I promise, will not be as naughty as before and will be loyal to you." whispered Bagas sincerely make Dara so moved to hear it. whereas from the first also Dara know, but, Bagas has really changed since they got married.

"I trust you, baby." Dara smiled back.

Just want to start the second round, the sound of their room bell rang dissatisfied pressing the bell, this time using the doorknob anyway.

"The fries, Mas, Ma'am." the voice of the waiter mas was heard.

Bagas finally let Dara get out of bed wearing a kimono towel. Continue with a smile carrying a tray containing drinks as well as some snacks and fries. I have already met snack, mami kiddi no longer want the same match party next. In fact, now again fun nyuapin Bagas eat French fries even though Bagas still want to eat another. Your fate Mas ... Mas.