Married to the Arogan Employer
Sassy

That night Gaston had difficulty closing his eyes, especially Dara's hands never separated from Gaston's waist. The man had a hard time imagining that tomorrow he would go to the office with his wife. In fact, work time is the only time free for him from the snare of household status that he lived. And tomorrow, the snare will entrap him even more, even at work. After tired of thinking about something that greatly disturbed his calm, Gaston finally fell asleep until the morning before.

When he opened his eyes, he wanted to make sure that what he was thinking last night was just a dream, but by looking at his wife who had bathed and dressed up in front of the mirror, make the man realize that everything is not a dream.

"Geez, he's really going to follow me." muttered Gaston while randomizing his hair.

Regretfully, the man went into the bathroom to clean himself up. There he tried to find a way to avoid Dara, until finally there was one idea that came to his mind.

"Maybe today I don't need to go to the office so that he doesn't have to come with me to the office either." said Gaston as a mangosteen.

"Eh, but wait wait. Wear what reason? If I say I'm sick, I'll be treated like a toddler again." Gaston considered the decision he was going to take.

"No. I can't use the reason for the pain. Maybe the others?" the man was in his right mind because he kept talking to himself.

"Emmmm, did I just tell you that I have to get out of town? Oh no, he will definitely come too! Oh, my God, my head is about to break." the man grumbled as he grabbed his own hair.

Tok.. tok...

Amidst his worries, he heard the bathroom door on tap.

"Darling, why have you been so long? What'd you? Do you have stomach pain?" screamed Dara from behind the door.

"No" Gaston only snatched with one word to answer Dara's question.

"Okay, I'm waiting. Don't be long, bad luck." said Dara from outside the bathroom.

Chequek, czech,

With a limp face Gaston came out the bathroom.

"What is his face? The spirit of dong!" said Dara by grabbing Gaston's cheek without permission. The man of course became fierce instantly when Dara kissed him without permission.

"Heh, how presumptuous of you!" snapped Gaston while wiping his cheeks with a palm.

"Why indeed? I'm your wife!" Dara answered Gaston's words lightly.

Gaston still frowned, wanting him to reply to Dara's words, but if he thought, Dara's words were true. Dara is his wife, and a wife must have full rights over her husband.

Not wanting to linger long debate with Dara in the morning, Gaston chose to accelerate his activities. Soon she put on the office clothes that Dara had prepared, and immediately went to the dining table for breakfast.

After sipping a glass of milk and eating a pair of bread with jam, Gaston went to work with Dara. Not only accompanied, but Dara always put her head on the shoulder of the husband. It certainly made the man feel very uncomfortable.

"Sit down by yourself why? Don't tack on the mulu!" snapped Gaston while forcibly lifting Dara's head off his shoulders.

"Ish, what the hell are you? I actually don't want to lean my head against your shoulder, but he wants to lean!" hatch Dara while pursing her lips.

"Him? She who?" asked Gaston flatly.

"This." replied Dara while stroking her stomach and instantly it made Gaston laboriously swallow the saliva. The baby candidate who is still very raw is forced to get slander from the mother in order to get close to her father.