I'm Again My Husband
Be Genuine

UNA smiled cunningly imagining his plan to obtain Prasetya. He left the place to go to a mall. She buys sexy work clothes, as well as to the salon to change her hairstyle like Ana's hairstyle.

I have given up long enough and let Mas Pras be with that woman. I don't want to budge, I should be able to get Mas Pras.

Una was determined to fight Ana in the fight over Prasetya.

This morning Una to the office with a shorter span skirt than usual, combined with a tight top that accentuates the favorite area of Adam with a hemisphere peeking between the buttons of his blouse.

He knocked on the door of Prasetya's room, without waiting for the owner to let him enter the room with a cup of coffee in hand. He stretched his legs so that his hips and butt would sway.

"Ah, I've come. Very strong feeling me. I'm making coffee 'cause I feel like you're coming soon." His speech was accompanied by ******* so that Prasetya was tempted.

Prasetya looked up and was surprised to see the appearance of his secretary. Super tight clothes, lipstick with bright red and burgundy hair.

Una approached his boss, put coffee on the table with one hand stroking Prasetya's back. "Diminished the coffee, Mas.."

Prasetya sipped the coffee a little bit.

"Mas, this weekend we're staying at the top huh? Last weekend was not so." woo Una with spoiled.

"See the conditions later."

Una pouted hearing Prasetya's reply. He then walked out of Prasetya's room.

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RETURN home Prasetya presented with a view that refreshes his eyes. His wife was playing with her two children on the terrace with laughter. And look what his wife is wearing..

A knee-length sleeveless dress with a slightly low cleavage revealed the smooth upper part of her chest, and her wavy long hair was allowed to unravel.

"It's so bad to play it.." Prasetya greeted his family

"No, Papa's home." show Ana.

Arzetta extends his hand to his father, but is different from Arzanka. The 3-year-old toddler immediately hugged Ana tightly while hiding her face scratched at Ana's neck.

Prasetya was sad to see the welcome of his son who was still frightened of him.

"Sister, Papa came home late in the afternoon. He said Brother wanted to go for a walk: Ana tried to persuade her son.

Prasetya smiled widely. "So, I want a walk-ja--"

"Not with Papa!" Reject Arzanka before Prasetya finishes his speech.

Prasetya was about to say another word but Ana told him to shut up.

"Son, why don't you want to be with Papa. Papa wants to take Brother and Sister for a walk, will you?" persuade Ana.

"No way."

"Why, Honey? Brother used to say he wanted to play with Papa, why don't you now?"

"Papa little brat, even-be transparent."

Prasetya approaches Arzanka who is in Ana's arms. She had her son's black hair. "Sorry Papa, Brother. Papa promised not to be angry with Brother again. You want to play with Papa again?"

The 3-year-old boy raised his face, turning to see the man who was his real father. Prasetya nodded to convince.

"What's bad again?" Prasetya. "Ga even-even again?"

Prasetya shakes his head. "Papa promise!"

Arzanka looked at Ana asking for an opinion and Ana nodded, understanding the meaning of her son's gaze. Arzanka looked at her father again. Prasetya stretched out his hand, hoping that his son would move into his arms.

Arzanka approached Prasetya. The 3-year-old toddler is now in Prasetya's lap. Prasetya hugged and kissed his son repeatedly.

Ana looked at Haru, almost her tears falling seeing her husband and son hugging. She hoped, Prasetya would also embrace her. Lately the man had not spoken harshly to her, but the man had not touched her either.

Missed caress? Sure oes. Ana has not been getting an inner living for the past few months from her husband. Then, does her husband not need release? Can a man survive that long? A shadow flashed through Ana's mind.

What if her husband did it with another woman? What if her husband and her secretary's relationship had gone that far? What if one day the other dream woman her husband holds her accountable? What if her husband chooses her over her? Hows it? Hows it? How's it?!

"An, why daydream? Let's go in."

Ana is startled by a touch on her left shoulder. Ana screams and takes a rough breath when she finds out who is awakening her from her fearful thoughts. Ana's breath hunted as she imagined everything.

"What's wrong?" Prasetya asked who was still holding Arzetta and took Arzanka down for a moment. "What are you thinking? I called you many times."

"Ah, no, it's okay, Mas. Sorry."

Ana picks up Prasetya's briefcase lying on the porch and enters. Ana thought back to the questions that raged on her mind. No, I can't give up and lose to that woman. I will do anything to defend my household, my husband. True Deby said, I must tease Mas Pras if I do not want to lose him. He alone who is only my husband's dark lover is shameless about flirting with people's husbands, why should I be ashamed of teasing my husband?

Ana follows Prasetya's steps into the house. She put Prasetya's briefcase in the husband's office. She saw her husband and children sitting together watching television.

"Papa want to take a shower first, Brother and Sister watch television first yes.." Prasetya enters the room.

Ana walks into the room, only to ask, "want me to make you some coffee, Mom?"

Ana ventured to unbutton Prasetya's shirt with a seductive look, and it could make Prasetya stiffen. Ana stroked the chest of the husband who was still covered in a shirt.

"What's up, An?" prasetya's voice was low and audible,,, passionate?

"It's okay, Mum... I just miss moments like this." Am I flirty enough?

Ana still stroked her husband's chest with sensual gestures, trying to channel temptation and seduction in every move of her hand. Matanyya stared longingly and hoped for her husband.

Prasetya was getting tense, he tried to resist the temptation of his wife, but he could not. His hand stroked the woman's long hair in front of him, and over time it pressed his wife's head closer, closer, closer, and finally they channeled the desire to moisturize their dry lips and even mingkin already chapped.

They race each other to meet the needs of those who feel thirst, because I don't know how full their lips are not getting nutrition. Until the sound of the cry of the little one resuscitated them.

Ana immediately stopped their activities, adjusting her wheezing breath before exiting the room. "Arzetta crying..."

Prasetya had to be willing to let go of his wife for his children. His chest rumbled, thumped and trembled. I feel it again, to you... And maybe, just you...

Cirebon, March 3, 2022