Husband One Night
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Husband One Night 112

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Early in the morning Rayyan was like laundry in a stacked laundry. Tousled, gloomy and somber. Jean really punished Rayyan last night. His wife deliberately hung Rayyan's fate sadistically. Leave the game when it's exciting again.

With a sudden dalil stomach ache and go straight to the bathroom while pretending to be nauseous. As a result, Rayyan clutched. The signal instantly weakens, shrinks and returns to its original state, like steamed eggplant.

Until the morning, Rayyan looked frantic. For example, breakfast before going to the office.

"Cock spares?" jean asked pleasantries as she watched her husband move on. Even though his own special fried rice has only been eaten a little. Even Azzam is still enjoying their breakfast this morning.

"There's a meeting this morning, it's late!" rayyan flat.

"Oh yes, Azzam. Go with the driver later. Papi's hurry!" Rayyan approached Azzam, rubbing his son's head.

Azzam simply nodded, then continued eating.

"Jean .. I'm leaving first!"

Rayyan only glanced at a glance, then left Jean dah Azzam and Pak Officers who had since noticed Rayyan's strange attitude.

The guy who used to wash up on Jean, this morning looks cold. Even before leaving, always rubbed Jean's stomach. But now Rayyan just left. He was just saying goodbye to Azzam.

Looks like the man is still vengeful for what happened last night.

[God ... so vengeful is he!]

Jean smiled faintly looking at the shadow of Rayyan who was slowly going away.

"That's your husband why, Jean? Papa noticed from earlier his face was unsightly!" chirped Pak Perwira.

Jeandana then smiled, while drinking tomato juice.

"Definitely tired, sir. Lots of work!" Jean tried to lie. Though she knew very well because her husband looked cold and crisp.

"Oh ... Papa thinks you're fighting."

"No, Pa. We're doing fine."

"Good then."

Jean looked at her father with a big smile. The school is doing well in their household.

***

Dirgantara Group

"Is this what you can do? The real work!"

Just read one report, Rayyan already ranting to the Team manager who wanted to show the proposal and some files to the boss.

[Sir Rayyan has been cold all along. But it has long been not this harsh. Is there a family problem? Until it is thrown in the office? Though ... this proposal has been signed.]

The woman with the shoulder-length hair was then allowed to leave. He will ask his men to immediately clean up the mistake.

Rayyan did not care. Only when his phone got a short message. He hurried to see. As if I had an idea. As soon as the Team manager wanted to get out, Rayyan immediately prevented him.

"Waittt ... sit! You sit here!"

The manager named Inka was amazed. Why did Mr. Rayyan suddenly ask him to stay. Didn't Mr. Rayyan at least like a woman close to him.

Rayyan approached, then whispered. Miss Inka almost toppled over because of the shock Rayyan immediately brought her face closer. He almost thought of the tiger.

"I raise your annual bonus 10 times. But help me now."

"Ba ... Help what, sir?"

Rayyan whispered back. And Miss Inka understood immediately.

"If it works, I'll give you a ticket to the Maldives."

Miss Inka's eyes immediately sparkled.

"Ready, Sir!"

A few moments later

Miss Inka's still in Rayyan's study. The 27-year-old was sitting casually on the sofa while pretending to check the file.

CLAMPS

"Darling ....!"

Jean came with the lunch box. He was sure, Rayyan had only eaten a little because he was upset.

Now she came, ready to be the woman who gave birth to her husband. But, the intention of his heart immediately changed no less to see Miss Inka sitting in the room, while his legs were slightly shaped to sit look sexy. Plus the hem of the skirt that Jean thought was too tall.

Before Jean came. Miss Inka deliberately raised her skirt. He's on a secret mission with Rayyan. It's good that if it works, the Maldives are in the grip.

"Ehem .. ahem!"

Jean throbs.

"Where's Rayyan?" ask Jean ketus.

"Mrs Jeandana ... Ada ... Mr. Rayyan is going to the restroom."

Jean followed her husband.

Tok tok tok tok

"Open Raiiii!"

CLAMPS

Jean's eyes immediately glared at the appearance of her husband who was far from neat.

[What are you doing in the office?]

Unable to make a sound because she was so shocked, Jean immediately pushed her husband's body.

"Why is he in your office?" finally the word escaped when he saw Rayyan whose face looked ordinary and irritating.

"What are you talking about, Jean?"

"And ... Why are your clothes falling apart?" Jean pulled her husband's shirt. He did not accept it until there was a third person, four or five.

"Sir Rayyan, I'm out first. We'll talk again. And thank you for the ticket," interrupted Miss Inka deliberately according to Rayyan's direction.

The hotter Jeandana's heart. He glared at Rayyan. Ask for an explanation of what tickets are more.

Although Rayyan. The man nodded at Miss Inca

"Excuse me Jedanya!" Miss Inka smiled very sweetly. It made Jean even more upset, but her lips returned Miss Inca's smile.

A moment after Miss Inka left, Jean immediately asked for an explanation.

"Why are your clothes tangled? Why is the tie a mess .. Why is he here? Why isn't Kris usually handling this? You were intentionally right? If I hadn't come ... you would have ...!"

Jean shook her head slowly, she retreated and her mind was filled with super bad negative energy. Filled suudzon nature on her own husband.

"What will?"

"You're crazy, Ray!" Jean is retreating.

"See .. see .. your jealousy. Ish ... that's overkill, Jean. Look at every corner of this room .. lots of CCTV."

"You can do it in the restroom!" guess Jean with her lips shaking.

"Cih .. Don't start, Jean."

"You cheated? You're cheating on me because I didn't give you last night?" asked Jean with a glare.

[Look at her eyes .. she wants to cry .. Jesus! My wife who used to be steel, now her heart is as soft as snow. If this is ... how can I long to judge you?]

"You're not finished, why am I cheating?"

Rayyan approached, but Jean stayed back. The woman nodded in disbelief.

"Inka two weeks away from getting married, I gave her tickets to the Maldives for a honeymoon. Consider it a wedding gift."

Jean swallowed his saliva.

[Didn't he lie to me?]

"Then why are your clothes tangled?"

"This? Kris was here with his daughter for a while. I carry it for a moment. And he's pulling my das."

"really? Not because you're doing anything?" Jean still accuses Rayyan of messing around with Miss Inca. Inca is young, freshly beautiful and friendly.

"Come ... sit here. If you don't believe .. Let's see the CCTV video."

Rayyan thought Jean would instantly believe that she really wanted to see her co-video in her husband's study.

[Geez, Jean! Your jealousy!]

Finally Rayyan took the laptop, he put it on the table. He wants to watch a video with his jealous wife.

[Taste you, Jean!]

When Rayyan searches for the video file, she opens the junk file. He restores and turns it right away.

"RAE!" jean screeched as he saw something he was not supposed to see.

Jean immediately turned her face away, and Rayyan immediately folded her laptop.

"In front of the office there is a hotel. Go there yuk! You owe me last night!" Rayyan whispered.

Jean immediately swallowed.

"I'm going to Azzam's school!" Jean hurriedly stood up and looked for an excuse.

"No excuses! Do you want to walk alone or I'll carry it, let the employees know?"

[Ohhhh]

***

The Ashton International HOTEL

The presidential suit

Rayyan manages to get Jean to the hotel with many threats.

Having just entered and closed the door, Rayyan immediately urged Jean to the lip of the bed. His hands quickly loosened the tie, taking off his suit and also the buttons of his shirt.

"Today must be!" rayyan said with a serious and demanding face.

Mmpp ....

Seriate.