Mr. Kades' Secret Wife

Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTER 37. Short, Solid and Friendly


#Gea


"Eh, Bran, what's wrong, honey?" tanyaku took a sitting position while Mas Ozan chose to approach his bag.


"Grandpa and Grandma, call Mama Papa for dinner, already waiting at the dinner table," replied Gibran who made Gea nod.


"Jaudah, Gibran first, Mama and Papa will come, yeah," I fixed my sitting position.


Gibran nodded then walked out of the room while Mas Ozan there was already wearing his pants, I stood up to take a small towel and walked towards Mas Ozan.


"Still wet, Mas," I dried Mas Ozan's head with a towel before helping to put his shirt on. "Jaudah let us eat."


What scene do you want, huh? I dry Mas Ozan's hair while chanting romantic words, your hallucinations astagfirullah.


I chose to walk out of the room before Mas Ozan pulled my hand which made me instantly jerk into Mas Ozan's arms.


Mas Ozan did not say a word he just raised both eyebrows and raised them down before smiling smirk.


I swear on anything! Mas Ozan's good looks are really rising right now, probably because I look at him with love, Gea!


Let me describe Mas Ozan to you, I realize that you can only get along with my husband, because no matter how hard you want to take Mas Ozan, if Mas Ozan chooses me, what can you guys do anyway.


I just mengedumel get a handsome husband, let alone talk directly.


Mas Ozan was the first I have often explained, Babah Adam is of Turkish descent so that his Arab face was down to Mas Ozan.


While Kak Akta was declining from Bunda Dikta where Mother Dikta was native to Semarang and local, but both are really the definition of the complete package of dreams.


Moreover, Mas Ozan, tall with neat bewok, charming smile, not to mention the dimples of his cheeks, I do not regret it first fitting Mak nyapu not clean.


Mak will definitely say, if not clean her husband brewokan, mother's prayer is real well, my husband really brewokan, but for whatever sake if the brewokan Mas Ozan model.


Insha Allah I am sincere.


"Sir, can you ask for a minute?"


All my life I have wanted! Want to flap next to me?


"W-what?"


"Mas, want that," replied Mas Ozan.


Ambiguous! It wants that, that's what Mas is! Mas Ozan brought his face closer, my goodness this scene is anticipated.


Mas Ozan's breath whack in my face, the smell of mint and the smell of Mas Ozan's berry-flavored soap smell.


Uh that soap is mine, because of my favorite berry scent.


"Mama, how long?"


Exactly right!


"Daritadi, Papa what's Mama doing anyway?" ask Gibran to Mas Ozan.


Want to dino nak! Almost stained Mama You made the same Papa your handsome, still felt has not continued.


"There are mosquitoes, on your Mama's cheeks," replied Mas Ozan. "So Papa kisses a little, let the mosquitoes know that your mother belongs to Papa."


Men still gini, as long as say, nanri Gibran later nanyanya assorted gamau responsibility is I who bother, I un-husband ajalah.


"Oh."


Eh? Just Oh doang replied Gibran, this child since when competing against the refrigerator pretentious like this, do not let the gedenya Gibran as the CEO in novels, the CEO on the cold but if the bucin MashaAllah, the head can be legged, can be legged, feet can be on the head.


"Jaudah yuk Makan," Mas Ozan carried Gibran and walked out of the room leaving me here with his condition without feeling any sin.


Okay I'm now surrounded by two men of the same nature, husband and son, I haven't been out of the room.


I chose to clean up the laptop first until I found a picture of me with Mr. Ratna first.


Maybe it's Ratna's wish, but I haven't explained to Gibran that I'm not her real mother, whether I should be honest right now.


But I was afraid, Gibran's nature changed and I hated me, I was afraid of losing the boy.


Dilemma taste.





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