I'm Not a Seductive Woman
The umpteenth time, Kenan was fascinated

Kenan and Hanin enter the black sedan. The car drove at a moderate speed and unhindered towards Kuala Lumpur International Airport Two. Kenan deliberately did not use a private jet, because the travel distance does not take a long time and he also wanted to linger with his wife, while arriving in Jakarta the possibility of their togetherness will rarely be felt.

Arriving at KLIA 2, Hanin opened the car door. From now on, he had to lower the tip of the skirt he was wearing down, because the dres Kenan gave him was short enough in his opinion. Kenan stood long enough in front of the airport lobby door. The automatic door opened long enough, because Kenan stood there, while waiting for the wife who was still bothered with her clothes and high heels.

“For a long time anyway,” said Kenan ketus, when Hanin had approached him.

“Party who told you to dress like this. So short! I'm not ordinary,” hanker Hanin. “Not to mention, his shoes are so high. It's troublesome.”

Kenan glanced at his wife from the side. He stared at Hanin from head to toe. Hanin looks beautiful using a dres that fits on her body. Sleeveless dres are black with a length of one inch above the knee. Hanin pinched half of her hair and let the brat dangle covering a bit of both ears.

“Beauty,” replied Kenan.

“What's beautiful? This one is torturous,” Hanin replied, making Kenan laugh. Because Hanin's two hands did not stop lowering the end of the dres, because he did not want both thighs exposed.

Kenan was wrong to provide clothes for Hanin like this, because these clothes were suitable for Vanesa, not Hanin.

“Come!” Kenan pulled Hanin's hand and held it, so that Hanin's steps would not be left behind.

“Kenken, the way do not be spit!” Hanin squeezed Kenan's palm so that his steps were slowed down. He is difficult to compensate for Kenan's long footsteps in addition to his fast pace.

“Lelet.”

“Your feet are already gala rich,” ketus Hanin.

Then, Kenan stopped his steps. “So how? Do you want me to carry?”

“Ngga.” Hanin quickly shook his head.

Kenan smiled looking in any direction. “Terus?”

“Buyin flip-flops,” Hanin replied.

“What?” ask Kenan not to believe it.

“Buyin flip-flops only, so I can walk fast.” Hanin looked at Kenan as he blinked his eyes a pleading sign.

“Ck.” Again Kenan had to hold back a smile while circulating his gaze in any direction. He was too anxious to see this expression of the woman before him.

“Ya already, Come on! We buy flip-flops inside.” Kenan pulls Hanin's hand to pass the boarding pass and passport check.

Sure enough, almost every man Hanin passed by looked at him and almost the male officer Hanin met also invited him to talk. That really pissed Kenan off. Kenan instantly pulled Hanin's waist and hugged her positive from the side.

“Ih, don't be like this! embarrassed by many people,” said Hanin, because Kenan still continues to hug his waist from the side while walking.

“You're my wife, what's wrong?” ask Kenan whispering.

“But this is redundant.” Hanin lowered Kenan's hand.

Then, Kenan's legs came to a halt. “We go in here first.”

Kenan asks Hanin to enter a casual clothing store, because he actually does not want Hanin to be a pleasant object in view for other men.

“Good idea.” Hanin's eyes sparkled following Kenan's steps who had already entered the store.

“Choose the clothes you want.”

Hanin smiled and only displayed his thumb to Kenan's face. The arrogant man smiled as he put his hands on his chest.

“Ngga long time. Ten minutes!”

“Iya ...” cried Hanin and left Kenan standing there.

Hanin was busy choosing a rather loose panjag sleeve sweater and long stretch jeans that fit in both shapes of her thighs. Then he immediately went to the dressing room and tried it. Twice Hanin chose the right size and finally the change of clothes to be more feasible in wear was completed.

“Tara, it's just me.” Hanin showed herself to Kenan who was standing in front of the cashier.

Kenan furrowed his forehead while holding onto his fluffy chin. He assessed Hanin from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. Right now, Hanin was poking her head upwards.

Kenan moved his body closer to Hanin and raised his hand to take off the pigtails that had pinched Hanin's back head and let the long hair fall out.

“Better like this.”

“Kenan, my hair pigtail .. give it back!” Hanin chased after Kenan who came out first.

Kenan's legs stopped. “Funny.”

Now Hanin's style of dress is like an abege child, while Kenan is fully dressed with a long shirt, material pants, and a suit. Kenan deliberately dressed neatly, because when he arrived in Jakarta, he would only drop Hanin in his new apartment and immediately meet clients in a place that Vicky had prepared.

“What?” ask Hanin.

“You.” Kenan turned his body and walked back.

If it goes hand in hand with Hanin, it is already like a sugar daddy.

Kenan laughed and shook his head. He's really crazy. His taste instantly changed drastically, or was this really the woman he wanted? I don't know.

Kenan, who had gone a long way, now stopped again to wait for Hanin to reach his step.

“Couldn't you anyway? We can miss the plane if your path is like a liliput,” said Kenan a little because they are quite far away.

Hanin was forced to take off the two high heels and ran towards Kenan barefoot. Then he stopped in front of Kenan.

“Change flip-flops! My feet are red.” Hanin raised one leg up to show her red legs to Kenan.

Kenan punched the smooth foot of Hanin who was right in front of him. “Ngga politely.”

“Ya already, quickly find the one you want.” Incidentally they were standing right in front of a shop of sandals and shoes.

Hanin's eyes sparkled again. “Accept ... ah, no need.” Just now Hanin wanted to thank you. But his tongue was hard to continue those words.

Hanin immediately ran into the shop barefooted and Kenan inevitably followed Hanin slowly from behind.

“This, payment for the slippers that the woman bought.” Kenan issued the black limited edition credit card to the cashier.

The cashier accepts and the transaction is completed, as Hanin chooses his needs quickly.

“Well, if it's like this, I can definitely walk fast, even run fast.” Hanin accidentally bought elastic sandals shoes made of rubber.

“Good right?” Hanin showed her sandals to Kenan.

Kenan looked at him lazily.

“Come road!” Kenan again pulled Hanin's hand to enter the waiting room as indicated on the ticket.

“G6,” murmured Hanin while looking at the ticket.

“This is the place. Here Kenan. Fast!” Hanin waved his hand towards Kenan. Sure enough, this woman walked half-run ahead of Kenan. That every Kenan wanted to cupper Hanin's waist, he always brushed and walked faster leaving Kenan behind. Also when, he wanted to hold Hanin's hand, the woman kept pulling him to walk faster.

Finally they reached the waiting room to wait for the plane they were about to board to arrive.

“I can't wait, want to go home again,” said Hanin lied, even though he would disappear from this man when he arrived at Soetta airport.

“You won't let me stay at your house again,” Kenan said without looking at Hanin sitting next to him.

“keep me stay where?” hanin asked with her face closer to Kenan.

“In my apartment. I've prepared our place of residence.”

Kenan has bought another apartment that is not the apartment he used to live in, because the apartment is only different floors with Vicky it is often entered Vanesa. In fact, the passcode of the apartment was the date of their creation. If Hanin was placed there, it would be suicide.

Hanin simply nodded, following the plot already laid out by the arrogant man.

“Oke.”

Kenan turned to look at Hanin. He was quite suspicious of Hanin's submissive attitude today. Even at the hotel this morning, Hanin received a hot kiss that he created. Miraculous right? Before, the woman desperately refused.

A few minutes later, Hanin and Kenan hear that the plane they are about to board arrives. They got up from their seats and walked in the direction provided.

Kenan let Hanin walk first and he escorted the wife from behind by occasionally holding her waist.

“Aw.” Hanin grimaced as his head was hit by the end of the suitcase when the person in front of him was about to put the small suitcase on top of the cabin. As the suitcase floated upwards, it accidentally hit Hanin's temple.

“Ups, Sorry,” said the middle-aged woman quickly.

Kenan quickly grabbed Hanin's head from behind and rubbed the temple.

“It’s okay,” Hanin replied.

Kenan's hand continued to rub Hanin's temple and pulled Hanin's face to face her. “No bleeding.”

“Iya nothing really,” replied Hanin.

This is the umpteenth time, Kenan is fascinated by the woman he often refers to as a seductress. Like Dejavu, he had experienced this. The difference is, at that time he was with Vanesa and Vanesa became a small victim like Hanin earlier. But at that time, Vanesa did not accept and cursed the middle-aged woman who was having trouble lifting her small suitcase up and accidentally hit Vanesa who was standing right behind her, until it finally caused a commotion and Vanesa demanded losses on the middle-aged woman. Vanesa also scolded Kenan for not providing a private jet and instead boarded a regular commercial plane. Even though commercial planes are ordinary, but Kenan still choose a vip business chair, which is very comfortable to rest with one or two hours of travel.

Kenan led Hanin to sit down first. Then he sat down next to his wife.

“Still sick?” asked Kenan semari stroking the temple Hanin.

Hanin held her temple and shook her head.

“Ngga, really. Ga anything. Mother was unintentional. I was also wrong, even dumbstruck to see that mother was troubled, I should have helped raise her suitcase earlier," Hanin replied casually.

Kenan smiled looking at Hanin's gentle face.