Mad Boss
clayy
"Let's see if this house makes you comfortable or not" Gamya pulls Cindekia's arm into their new home.
The house consisting of two floors has begun to fill some furniture.
Gamya took Cindekia to the second floor and went into their room, not forgetting to close the door.
"Honey, I can find another woman. But that could change, depending on the seriousness of you improving our relationship" Gamya whispered in a threatening tone.
Sorry for using your mind, Gamya.
Cindekia turned to face Gamya who was standing behind her. Her body was reluctant to be near her husband. But she also did not want her husband to seek another impingement, let alone having to force her to go to the doctor together.
"I'm waiting for you" Gamya said in a serious tone.
With the rejection on her, Cindekia grabbed her husband by the neck and began to land her lips. He's not okay.
Gamya closed his eyes, enjoying his wife's touch after touch. Until he could no longer hold back, he embraced his wife's waist and began to dominate their kisses.
One by one the cloths attached to the bodies of the two fell on the floor.
Gamya realizes that his wife's rigidly shaking body is receiving his touch, but he can no longer control himself. His pent-up desire finally came out of his confinement, and could not be herded back into the cage.
* * *
The next morning, Cindekia found herself in Gamya's arms as soon as she opened her eyes. They went back to the apartment last night.
Nausea attacked him, this time more severe. Something was coming out of his stomach.
Soon he put away the hand that was embracing him, and ran to the bathroom to spit out his entrails, until no one else wanted to get out.
"Darling, are you okay?" Gamya approached his wife who looked messy. He went into the bathroom because he heard a bad sound.
Their bathroom was deliberately not given the keys.
"I'm fine, just an ordinary maag," elak Cindekia.
Is this called morning sickness? inner Cindekia.
"We need to get to the hospital!" Gamya took a small towel and helped his wife dry her face.
"We need to stay in the hospital!" gamya firmly leads his wife out of the bathroom.
"Honey," Cindekia shook her head, held her hand, and looked at Gamya with a pleading gaze.
Gamya sighed, "Alright, I'll make some porridge for you."
A kiss landed on Gamya's cheek, "thank you" Cindekia said.
Gamya smiled at the dawn attack from his wife.
However, Cindekia covered her mouth with a palm as Gamya was about to kiss her, "I just vomited and haven't brushed my teeth, yet" she said.
"Umm.., take a break" said Gamya past Cindekia,
As promised, Gamya made porridge for Cindekia who claimed to have stomach ulcers.
Gamya instead found his wife had fallen asleep while carrying her homemade porridge.
"You sleep like a sloth" he murmured.
He put his bowl of porridge on the nightstand, and kissed his wife's forehead.
You pretend to be sleeping again, though,
His expectations are romantic scenes with Cindekia gone. A kiss every one mouthful of porridge, considering their relationship has begun to be repaired in their new home.
"I'm gone" he said, stroking his wife's soft cheek.
The door closed slowly. Cindekia opened her eyes, and rubbed her forehead so sure Gamya had left her.
"What's wrong with me?" muttered Cindekia did not understand the strangeness of her who did not like the man she loved.
A smile adorned his face as he glanced at the still-warm porridge bowl.
Lucky my weirdness is not contagious to his cooking, Inner Cindekia.