Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband
BE PATIENT

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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Like a normal couple, they smile and join hands. They entered the playground around the Japanese restaurant. The cold air was so bone-piercing, lucky they used thick jackets that could warm their bodies. Yara took a seat at the swing spot. Slowly he moved his body.

"You know, I used to go to the playground with daddy. Daddy always took the time to accompany me to play, even though sometimes daddy was willing to leave an important meeting schedule at the office." Yara smiled opening up the memory of her childhood memories. "Sadly...I'm really selfish, right? I even whine and cry if daddy doesn't comply." Yara let go of her little laugh.

"It would be nice if we went with the people we care about" said Frey, smiling there. Yara must be grateful to have good parents.

"Hmmm. Daddy always knows what I want. He is an overprotective man. You could say daddy like a bodyguard in my college days. Daddy was so thorough with whom I was friends. If I'm traveling, there's some kind of procedure that all my friends have to do. Not just where I'm going and who I'm with? But I also had to leave a note containing the full name, home address, phone number, and parent name of the friend who was going to go with me."

"Wow..a great father."

"Hmmm. But sometimes I'm pissed off Frey, he's like a stalker." Yara smiled again. "You know, even on the way, I also have to be on standby to pick up the phone or answer the message. He was even on standby waiting in front of the house waiting for me if I was late."

"really?"

Yara took a deep breath. "Sometimes daddy's attitude is annoying. But long ago, I was comfortable. Daddy did it because he loves me."

"Rubber." Frey chimed in on Yara's words.

Yara smiled, while moving her body. "Yes, she'd be chatty too if she knew the guy I was dating wasn't nice. Daddy beat him up and threatened the guy to never bother me again."

Yara slowed down her swinging speed. He looked at Frey again. "But I am grateful to have a daddy who always gives me his attention."

Frey was silent and made no comment. He just kept staring at Yara.

Yara stepped closer towards Frey while hugging her hand. They again walked towards the long chair not far from the swing. "Oh, yes..Do you like blue skies?"

Frey looked at it briefly then smiled nodding his head. "Everybody's got to love the blue sky, baby."

"How do you feel when you see that blue sky?"

"What do I feel when I see the blue sky?"

"Hmmm. Is it sad or happy? Maybe you can explain it."

Frey thought for a moment to find an answer. "What yes?" Then he smiled and spoke. "The blue sky can be associated with open space, freedom, intuition, imagination, breadth, inspiration, and sensitivity. Blue also represents the meaning of depth, trust, loyalty, sincerity, wisdom, trust, stability, faith, heaven, and also intelligence."

Yara smiled as she muttered. "A good answer. You can describe your feelings just by staring at the graceful blue sky without the clouds hanging there." Yara took a slow breath and resumed her sentence.

"But I didn't feel that happiness when I looked up at the blue sky, Frey. I just feel homesick and sad. Even that longing and sadness I can't describe with words."

Frey's move stopped. He looked at the back of his wife who was still walking a few steps and made some distance between them. "Yara?" Call Frey so gently.

Yara lowered her head, her shoulders trembling. Frey can see it clearly. He took a breath and remained still in his position.

"What do you feel when you look up at that blue sky?" ask Frey again.

Yara turned her body and looked towards Frey. His eyes were already watery, glazed with a pushy look. "I miss my parents Frey. I miss them so much. Can I meet them?"

The deg!

"Heeehh....." Frey let out a long breath, looking at Yara fixedly. "Darling, I told you never to talk about it."

Instantly Yara's hands clenched tightly. "Why Frey? Didn't you accept me and we promise to start over. So why can't I meet them?" Yara did not accept Frey's answer.

"But not now, baby. I want to prove it to you. I want to show you that I really love you and this feeling is sincere for you. After that, we'll visit your parents."

Yara breathed heavily. He shook his head while clamping his lips tightly. "But I miss them so much, Frey." Yara's face shriveled, enduring the pain coming from her nose. Yara chose to sit down, her legs unable to stand.

Frey took a quick step and directly grabbed onto Yara's shoulder. Gave warmth in his arms. He then

he kissed the top of his wife's head. She knew Yara missed her parents so much. But for now Frey is not ready to say it. "I know you miss them so much. Be patient, I promise to keep my promise."

Yara chose silence, her tears falling down her cheeks.

Frey looked at her lovingly, admiringly, and also affectionately. Yara just nodded her head. Yeah, he'll have to wait again. Waiting for Frey to let her meet her parents. Frey dropped Yara's head to lean on her shoulder comfortably. His fingers opened and tightly gripped Yara's hand. Frey smiled as she clenched her temple at the top of Yara's head. He coated Yara's hand that was grasping it, rubbing it gently and gently.

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THE CZECH!

Frey came out of the bathroom with a white towel around her waist. He was surprised to see that Yara had not yet worn her clothes. Yara still wears a kimono towel.

"Darling, why haven't you...."

Not to mention Frey finished talking, Yara had already cut him off. "I want you!" Yara said loudly. "I'm ready to give my life for you, Frey. Maybe by having me completely, you can take me to see my parents."

Frey immediately let go of his laughter. Yara's expression was adorable. Frey stepped closer to Yara and gave,

Kiss!

A three-second kiss managed to make Yara's body stiffen and her eyes widened perfectly.

"You're so adorable."

"Hhh!" In a second, Yara's eyes changed. His heart was hit hard inside his chest cavity.

Frey chuckled, he gently rubbed Yara's cheeks and kept his distance with the scapegoating position there. Yara looked towards Frey. Their eyes locked so deep together. It was as if time had stopped just to look at each other. Yara is now completely trapped by Frey's charm. Wanted look and amazed look.

Frey gave a smile and brought her face closer to Yara. His soul came again.

"You want me?"

GLAKES!

Yara swallowed her saliva. Frey is getting closer. His heart was immediately triggered. Frey's gaze always managed to activate his heart mode.

It...deg...deg....deg.....!

Frey is getting ahead, their distance is getting closer. Yara's breath was getting stuck in her chest. He spontaneously held his hand against Frey's chest.

Frey raised half his eyebrows.he smiled smrik and immediately cupped his wife's cheek. Kissing Yara's lips briefly and repeatedly.

Cup....cup.....hcup....!

Frey didn't maintain the kiss for long. He just repeated it intensely. Until it makes Yara stumble. His whole body is shivering. Feeling something from inside his body, because of the extreme nervousness. Selena took a slow breath with d*sahan. His face was red. Frey smiled and still looked at him fondly. He rubbed his wife's lips with his thumb, wet with his saliva.

"I don't want you to do it because you have to, Yara. I'll wait until you're ready." Frey smiled. He distanced his face after giving a short Lmatan on the lips of the wife.

Yara reflexes her clamping her lips. After looking at her with a seductive gaze, now the man who became her husband gave a thrilling kiss sensation.

Frey smiling. "You want to keep going like this?" The whisper was so soft in Yara's ears and made her hair stand up.

"Huh?" Yara's brain suddenly blanked.

"Prepare, we'll eat at the nearest restaurant." Frey stroked Yara's hair gently.

Yara shook her head, "No. I'll just eat here."

Frey's brows furrowed and a few seconds later he smiled. "You mean we eat in the room?"

"Hm. I'm lazy to go out, Frey." Yara's voice was spoiled.

Frey chuckles. "Alright. 30 minutes, not long in my opinion to order food." Frey blinks one of his eyes. He immediately turned his back, stepping up to pick up his clothes in the suitcase.

While Yara exhaled her breath with bulging cheeks. His heart is still beating fast. He touched the part of his chest that was pumped faster because of the heartbeat that was increasingly rumbling in his chest. After a long breath, Yara wore it.

SERIATE.....

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