Hidden Rich Man's
The Part 96

Danesh put his wife's luggage on the front of his motorbike, just above the driver's footrest. And the two began to divide the streets of the capital with Felly embracing her husband, without being told to first. Danesh likes his wife that way.

Each time the two-wheeler stopped at a red light, Danesh straightened his long legs and hit him on the knee.

It was seen by Felly. He put his head on Danesh's shoulders until his head was aligned with his husband. “Pegal, yes? Let my stuff be put in the middle. Your legs must be uncomfortable because they are very long and that makes the front narrow,”.

His voice can still be heard by Danesh, because the two are currently waiting for the red light for one hundred and eighty seconds.

Danesh took a left, his breath slapping Felly's skin. He smiled at his wife too. “What am I not comfortable with. The important thing is that you and my children are comfortable,”. His left hand piled up on top of Felly's hand that was coiled around his body. He gently stroked the part of his wife's body.

And of course it makes Felly's heart rustle. “Have you always been gentle and considerate like this with all women?” tanyanya.

Danesh shook his head until accidentally his helmet rubbed against Felly's helmet. “No, I only do that with people I think are important. Like you, my Mommy, my little sister, and Violet my ex-lover I told you about when I was waiting for her,”. He pinched his wife's nose.

Felly stroked her flushed nose, she was about to ask again but the light was already green. By force, he undoes his intention and keeps it for him to ask once in the apartment.

“We buy sushi first, huh? I really want to eat it,” took Danesh with a voice he tightened to let Felly hear. Talking when the motor is driving on the road really makes people upset, because they have to race with the wind that hits and the roar of other vehicles.

“Bby.” Felly nodded his head enthusiastically.

Danesh stopped his motorbike right in front of one of the famous Japanese restaurants at a low price. Both of them went in there at the same time.

Felly looked at the menu book held by Danesh. He seemed to think, but did not know which was good. “Just like you. Whatever his Daddy eats, my son wants too,” he replied.

“Oke, we just pack it up, huh? You must be tired after a long trip,” persuaded Danesh before he queued in front of the cashier to order.

Felly nodded. “Ready, husband buleku.”

Danesh chuckled and shook his head. His wife always called him by the name that in his ears sounded funny.

“Do not go anywhere. If you want to go to the toilet, tell me. I'll take you, don't go there by myself,” Danesh is very possessive. The man was not willing to just part a few steps from Felly.

“Iya. It's been there waiting in line. Instead of running out,” throws Felly out by shaking his hand.

Danesh began to stand in line. That's a long line. Famous effect with a cheap price, people willing to take the time to buy Japanese food there.

Danesh looked at his wife repeatedly. He wanted to make sure Felly was okay. He smiled as he looked at his wife.

“Is it time I forget Violet?” gumam Danesh.