Forgive Sir!
FRETTING

This morning Devan appeared with a tired-looking face, unable to sleep after waking up from his nightmares.

The man went downstairs for breakfast before leaving for the company, Fara and Ainsley were already in the dining room. Devan's eyes stared unappetizingly at his plate.

“Bik!” Devan called the Wati bik who had just finished putting drinks on the dining table.

“Ya, Sir?”

“I want fried rice,” said Devan.

Mimik Bik Wati's face turned shocked, only this time his master asked for rice menu as breakfast.

Bik Wati bent down and immediately went to the kitchen to tell bik Sani and Ayu.

Fara also felt strange, as long as she stayed in this house. Never saw Devan eat breakfast with rice. Fara ate a Western breakfast menu that has been served, her tongue and stomach received both food, probably because she began to get used to breakfast with western food.

Ainsley also ate his breakfast very greedily, just like Fara who also looks tasteful.

Devan looked at his wife and daughter with a small shake. Devan's gaze was sidetracked as Sani brought a plate of seafood fried rice.

Devan immediately finished off the fried rice, Fara who saw it was really unexpected because the husband seemed to like the dish very much.

“Start tomorrow, remind bibik to cook rice menu like this,” Devan told Fara.

“E-eh Yes, Sir.” Fara abandoned her intention to eat her breakfast again.

***

Devan is ready with a shirt and suit attached to his body, the man looks frivolous before leaving for work. His tongue felt very bitter, and the bad thing was that he wanted so much more of Fara's dense roundness.

This is totally insane! Inner Devan frustrate.

The desire within him was so great. However, with all her might she held him back and chose to immediately leave for her company.

Arriving at the office, Devan was greeted kindly by his employees. Not a few of them put a fake smile in front of Devan, as if they liked the figure of the owner of the leading media company. In fact, there are many who often talk about Devan secretly.

Devan responded to his potluck whenever anyone greeted him, he continued on his way to his room.

The man called Jhon by the phone on his desk. When the call was connected, Devan immediately asked his secretary something.

“Jhon, have you ever wanted something until your tongue feels so bitter?” ask Devan.

Jhon frowned, he was a little confused by the strange-sounding question from Devan.

“Sorry, Sir. I have never felt anything like it,” replied Jhon soberly.

Devan snorted, he thought Jhon knew the answer to the strangeness he was experiencing.

He was really uncomfortable with all this. The shadows of Fara's two assets continued to fill her mind, her tongue was bitter and she wanted so badly to stain Fara's dense circle with her mouth and tongue.

He did not know why he suddenly became like this, and one way to eliminate this strange feeling was to realize it. Thought Devan.

“Master, are you sick?” jhon asked, looking worried.

“No,” Devan replied briefly.

“Jhon, after this afternoon's metting, buy me a bottle of A,” Devan said.

“Master wants to get drunk in the office?” jhon asked a little surprised.

“Do you think I'm crazy?!” reply Devan sounds sniffy.

Jhon was confused to see the behavior of his master today who looked unsettled. But, he could only nod and follow the orders of his master.

“You come back, I want to check this file yourself,” gently push Devan away.

Devan begins to think about how he can realize what is in his mind. He chose to come home late tonight to be able to launch his plan.

***

“Sial!” Devan slams the map in his hand onto the table. He was upset with himself today. How not, during the meeting he was very difficult to focus. And again the cause is still the same is his strange desire.

Devan looks crazy in his room. Jhon until dizzy himself saw his master pacing like an iron.

“Jhon, call one of the office boys to bring me a cup of tea. This time more sugar one spoon than usual,” said Devan.

She was so uncomfortable today, she hoped that the sweet tea could eliminate the bitter taste in her tongue.

“Good, Mr.”

Not long after, an office boy came in to deliver Devan's drink.

The man immediately sipped the warm tea that was on his desk.

“Excuse me, Sir.” Office boy is retreating.

Devan nodded. However, it was not until three seconds that he spouted the tea he had just drunk. The office boy who almost arrived at the exit also opened the door when he heard the boss who spouted his homemade tea.

“Have you put sugar in when making this drink?” ask Devan.

The office boy came back to Devan with his head down, he looked very scared. Especially now that Jhon also looked at him sharply.

“S-I've put in more sugar than usual, sir,” replied the office boy with his head down.

Devan took a deep breath, something was wrong with him. Just this time he was having something this ridiculous.

“You go back to work,” Devan said.

“Do I want to make a new tea, Sir?” bargained for.

“No need,” sahut Devan. The man returned to his flat face.

***

When the long-awaited moment arrived, Devan was driving towards his residence.

The man arrived home at midnight and it was certain that the princess had fallen asleep.

Devan opened the drink that Jhon had bought this afternoon, he sipped the liquor just a little. So, he was not drunk.

“Ah. This drink will help me.” Devan monologues.

He got out of his car and went into the house. Devan's feet run down the stairs, as he passed through Ainsley's room he opened the door carefully. The corner of her lips lifted when she saw the child sleeping alone, which meant that Fara was in her own room.

Devan took off the suit he was wearing and taped the suit over his shoulder, not forgetting he opened the top three buttons of his shirt.

That shirt he made as tangled as possible. Moments

looking perfect, she started to open the door to Fara's room.

His head leaned slightly forward to peek at whether the wife was awake or not, and how lucky he was to see Fara sleeping on the bed.

Devan entered with a sneak peek like a thief, he looked at Fara who was sleeping on her back with saliva that almost spilled.

Damn, it's like it's not me! Bumpat Devan in the heart.

Connect ….

Does anyone know what Mr. Devan wants to do?