CHASING A DREAM HUSBAND
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If not a girlfriend why Kak Yoga kiss Kak Natasha like that? I'm the only one whose wife-to-be Brother never kissed!"

" Wife candidate?? When do I think of you as my future wife?" Yoga then directed his gaze towards Cindy who was already covered in tears.

" But I love Kak Yoga, hiks .. hiks ...."

" Geez, you're still in school, SMU hasn't graduated, you've been thinking about it. Just focus on your school, get good grades, if you are old enough to think of love dating and getting married." Yoga tries to encourage.

" But Kak Yoga wants to wait for Cindy until Cindy is old enough, right?"

" For what?"

" To be Cindy Kak Yoga's wife."

Yoga and Natasha looked at each other. " I'm sorry, Sis Yoga can't" said Yoga.

" Why, Brother? Is it because of Natasha? But Kak Yoga said it wasn't Sister's boyfriend ..." Cindy wiped the tears on her chubby cheeks.

" He's not my girlfriend, but he's my wife" Yoga tightened his arms.

" I-wife??" As Cindy's face paled, her body felt limp.

" Yes, she's my wife, our relationship is legitimate, not an open relationship."

" Sir Yoga jahaaaatt ...!!" Cindy ran out of the Yoga House crying.

" You are so sad .. pity is so sweet," said Natasha who felt sorry to see Cindy who looked hurt, she remembered herself when she met Andra and Adelia in Andra's office first.

" You're the prankster, why use confess my cousin?" Yoga biting cheek Natasha.

" Aww ...! Pain, Yoga!" Yoga chuckled at Natasha's moans.

" Already ah, I want to help Ms. Ratna cook." Natasha releases Yoga's hand which twists around her waist.

" Can you cook?"

" Yes, just cook the water, be it." Natasha chuckles. " What do you want to eat? I'll make pasta, you want??"

Yoga seemed to think indirectly answered Natasha.

" Wouldn't you?" Natasha repeated the question.

" I want you, huh." Yoga again carried Natasha's body with both arms.

" Yoga, my goodness!! Let go, later to Maghrib hunt ..." Yoga finally lowered his wife's body back.

Natasha wants to step away but Yoga's hand pulls Natasha's arm back.

" What else is it?"

" Give me a kiss ...."

Cup...

Natasha immediately landed a lightning kiss on Yoga's lips.

" What else, anyway?" natasha asked while Yoga's hand was still blocking her steps.

" His sweet kiss, dong! Luma*tan it ..."

Natasha rolled her eyeballs. " That's what you want ...."

" I want to, do it quickly!"

" You let me go, didn't you?! Otherwise, I won't give you rations later tonight" threatened Natasha with a sharp wry look.

Yoga raised one eyebrow hearing the threat of the wife. " Already dare to threaten, you apparently ...!" Yoga raises Natasha's chin with her hand.

" What can threaten you?"

" Quick love from my kiss!"

" One kiss, no rounds tonight!"

Yoga chuckling. " What does this mean code, that you're ready to fight twelve rounds tonight, hemm?" Yoga play her eyebrows move down and up.

Natasha gasped, she didn't think that far. She only intended to escape from her husband's grip that seemed to never waste time if they were both. She forgets that her husband is good at playing words, whatever he initially ends up losing at arguing. Arguing for formal things he lost especially for round things that smell biological needs.

" Well, how many rounds are you ready for tonight?" Yoga rolled his eyes while chuckling.

" Fuck you! Perverted guy..!!" Natasha hit her husband's hand,

" You KDRT really the same husband, I will report to Komnas HAM you know, on charges of committing acts of violence."

" I will also report back to you, because of the actions ...."

" You are nyebeliiinn ...!!"

" You're gemesin ..."

" Sorry, Non. So you want to make the paste, don't you?" Ms. Ratna who had noticed the sparring couple had ventured to speak with a shy smile.

" Oh, I-yes, Mom." Natasha immediately stepped towards the kitchen.

" Are you sure you want to cook?" Yoga followed Natasha to the kitchen.

" Well, why? Not sure I can make good pasta?"

" How can I be sure? During this marriage I never saw you touch the stove, how Mamih did not hesitate to make you a son-in-law, try!" sindir Yoga's.

" So nyesel married me? Because I can't cook?!"

" Rara tuh pinter really cook, good again ..." Natasha glared when she heard the name Rara called Yoga.

Natasha quickly turned her body and walked over with seductive steps towards her husband and wrapped her hands around his neck.

" Maybe my hand was not made to touch the stove, but ..." Natasha bit her lower lip.

" But what?" Yoga stared at his wife's brown beads alternately and then looked at his wife's lip movements that could make her blood rustle.

" But to touch my husband's ..." Natasha rolled her eyes, then pushed her husband's body away from the kitchen.

" Hurry out of here! Or do you want me to boil, huhh?!" exclaim Natasha ferociously.

Yoga who saw his wife had turned creepy like a lioness immediately chose to go from the kitchen while laughing mocked.

" It's so romantic of you .." said Ms. Ratna who only smiled at the intimacy of Yoga and Natasha.

" He's a bitch, Mom .." Natasha grumbled.

" But Non Love, right? Usually if a woman says a man is annoying, her heart is inversely proportional to her speech. In the mouth says it sucks, in the heart we always love that person."

" Tuh dengerin said Mrs Ratna, do not love say hate, weekkkk ..." Yoga that pokes out from the kitchen door pokes out a soft tongue.

" Yogaaaaaa ...!!"

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" Morning, Ma. Did you check Mrs Agatha's email at Alexa's boutique email address?" greet Sinta when Natasha came to the boutique this morning.

" emails? Miss Agatha have an email? About what?" ask Natasha curious.

" Emm .. I'd better read it for myself. I can't say it ..." Sinta's voice sounded anxious.

Natasha hastily walks into the room and opens a laptop and opens a boutique email account. Natasha read the email from Madam Agatha carefully. Suddenly his face paled with eyes full of tension knowing the contents of the email from Mrs Agatha.

Natasha massaged her temple which suddenly felt a pain in her head.

" Mommy, are you okay?" Sinta immediately took mineral water in the show case in the corner of Natasha's room and thrust it to Natasha. " Drink first, Mom ...."

Natasha covered her face with both hands with her elbows resting on the side of the table.

" Why did Madame Agatha suddenly break off from working with us huh, Mom? Use to ask all the funds to be withdrawn all over again, it's not a little, Mom? Especially for the construction of a branch in Bogor."

" How much total funds did he give us to create the Bogor branch, Sin?"

" About twenty-five Miyar, Ma'am ..."

" And he asked for the funds to be withdrawn as soon as possible." Natasha let out a heavy sigh.

" But we made a contract, ma'am. Can he just unilaterally break the contract like this?"

Natasha gave a rude snort, she guessed that the plan to break up the cooperation contract was not because there were problems with the business they were in, but rather because of personal problems, or maybe more precisely because of the problem of Gavin, her cousin.

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Honestly, I wrote this novel because of a prank, if there is no leisure in the office, or just a long line in the bank, for me, or just like that, there are those who like the story I wrote is very happy especially if there are love like, gift and comment, so make me the spirit of writing. Thank you also who have been faithful always waiting for the continuation of Pursuing the Dream Husband, although typo scattered where²🤭 Maklum is still amateurish.

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