It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-12X. Medications of all drugs

"It was the most efficacious of all the medicines on earth." his voice began to whisper right in my earlobe. His hands began to actively lower my clothes.

"Mass?"

"Hmmm ...."

"So if you ever again think of anu yes?"

For a moment, there was a mischievous smile on his lips. "Hmmm, pengeeen ..."

"I'm careful, I promise you I won't bother with this anymore."

Then, what happened, happened ...

"Close his mouth neatly yes, do not let the astonishment get to the side" he said to make me reflex pinch his waist.

"Aawww!" his yell.

"Ekhemmmm .." sounding deheman from the direction of the next room.

"Srsst! He said he can't make a sound?" I grumbled in embarrassment.

"Abis, you anyway? Kiss dong? Don't pinch?" He immediately grabbed my lips and what was expected happened.

Well, wife. Nyenengin he yes must be served it.

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When morning came, my husband greeted me with a big smile right in front of my face. He had the hair covering my face.

"Good morning, dear." whispered warmly pulled me up to his chest.

"Looks like his gulana's gone, huh?" I kissed her cheeks with a kiss on her lips.

"Yet, not a toothbrush yet?" I said shut up.

"Well, it's okay. It's all shared. Up to jigo—" He didn't continue saying because I've been staring intently at him. "Don't you see me?"

"Shame, tauk?"

"Well? Is the husband and wife still shy all? Were you like this too?"

Aah, first? I think then and now are very different. I was there when he wanted to, not only that, he needed me when it was time to fill my stomach. At that moment, she remembered me as a wife.

I hugged him back spoiled. "You are different, of course the treatment of you is also different. With you, I really feel the true meaning of love."

"Oh, was it an expensive sell-off?" candanya plays my hair.

"Yes, his name is also traumatized. I was also traumatized when my husband was too close to many women. I don't like it."

"Why laugh?"

"No," he said.

"Ayooo, why are you laughing?"

"I'm just smirk. I think it feels like being jealous. Although it made my head dizzy, but it increased my confidence."

"No, I'm not jealous." I finally got up to the bathroom.

However, my husband chased me and carried me into the bathroom. We cleaned ourselves together and carried out the obligations of dawn together.

After that, I headed straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast before my parents woke up. Mas Aren helped me wash the dishes and clean the stove after cooking.

For a moment I wrote the lyrics to him that I had always shunned. I feel very lucky to have him. Hopefully, our family always gets along like this. May she always patiently face me, aah ... I must also be the best wife, so as not to turn away.

Aaah, what would I be if the man I love would do the same thing back. Maybe this time I can die, if it happens again. I love Mas Aren, much bigger than I used to be.

"Why do you see me like that?"

I shook my head softly because I felt ashamed to admit that I had just thought about it. In fact, in this head he has filled every cell and cavity.

"You're kebelet huh?"

I shook my head again, this time faster. "I love you. Thank you for everything. I will always try to be there for you. So, you should never hold onto anything you think about huh? Right now, you already have me as a place to share. That's the real meaning of marriage."

"It's not just me, or you. Right now we are one, everything about us."

Mas Aren commented on the smile on his lips. He pinched my chin shaking it a few times. "Duuuh, what a romantic siii."

"Ekheeem." Deheman reappeared from behind the door of the next room.

Mas Aren pretended to tidy up a neat dining table. My father came out with a bright smile on his lips. I see, my face looks happy. Hope you stay here.

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As usual, we split up at the college. He headed for his study, while I headed to the location where Lingga was waiting for me. He was waiting at a park doing a video call with someone.

I peeked for a moment, and it turns out he was with Bang Alan. Thank God if Lingga looks happy with Bang Alan. I hope my ex-husband has changed.

After finishing the chat, Lingga refocused on talking to me. This time we are getting closer, although our lecture schedule is a lot different.

"Nesya, actually Bang Alan how the hell is that?"

"How do you think he is? You've known him for a long time." I asked him back.

"He's good, but he's kok kayak .. hmmm ... Rada is not sincere when giving something to me?"