My Cold Husband Is Gentleman's
17. THE FATE OF A MAN

The car is traveling at a below average speed. This afternoon the road looks so crowded with vehicles that drive in the direction of their respective destinations.

Keylin exhaled his furious breath for the umpteenth time.

Being stuck in traffic is the most boring thing he thinks. It has been almost 1 hour for him Akbar and Bimo stuck in traffic after their meeting this afternoon. Making himself inevitably have to miss his favorite cartoon TV show.

"Bim if you're driving just focus on your work! I don't want anything to happen to all of us!" cetus Akbar with his flat face that made Bimo immediately wave when caught off guard was watching Akbar and Keylin through the rearview mirror.

"I-iya sir" said Bimo stammered and focused his gaze back on the streets.

"Hufs" snorted Keylin long as he stared at the streets that were still loyal to his bottleneck.

"Key stopped doing that! We can watch it again" said Akbar when he knew his wife was in the middle of bete because she had missed her favorite TV show.

"But it's still different. Not as exciting as the first show!" fierce Keylin and leaned his head on the back of the car seat.

"Well what's the difference? Has anything changed from the movie if you watch the replay?" akbar asked flatly and looked at his wife with one eyebrow raised

"Of course it's different! How do you know!" snorted Keylin and looked at her husband with her sour face.

Bimo chuckled inwardly as he looked at the conversation between the couple.

At first he was very doubtful if the boss was really married to the woman who is now sitting next to his boss. But his perception seemed to be broken immediately, he said, after he saw some scenes for an hour when the couple was having some conversations that made him laugh at himself when he heard the conversation of the two humans.

Moreover, if he sees the way Keylin talks when talking to Akbar who is too bold. Making himself more sure, if the woman is really the legitimate wife of the boss.

Akbar was silent in silence when he heard Keylin's endless chattering. He sighed resigned when his wife again expressed her protest against the streets that seemed to be increasingly crowded with passing vehicles.

Akbar stared at his watch, which was almost seven o'clock at night. He breathed his tired breath because he also began to get tired waiting for this all.

Akbar rested his head on the back of his car seat. He closed his eyes as fatigue gradually began to take over his body.

Keylin stopped his mendumel event when he saw the behavior of his handsome husband.

Suddenly the annoyance in his heart instantly disappeared somewhere when he saw it all. A speck of guilt arose in her heart as she realized that not only was she tired, but her husband felt the same way as her. But the difference if the man never complained to her, made her look at her husband with a guilty look.

Keylin smiled faintly when he heard the fine snoring coming out of her husband's lips.

She turned her body before her husband and her hands stretched out in front of Akbar's face rubbed her husband's cheeks gently.

A sweet smile Keylin published on her lips as she did not get any reply from her husband.

Ahh looks like her husband is really slumbering with his sleep at this time.

Keylin moved Akbar's head to his right shoulder when he saw her husband's head moving irregularly due to the unbalanced pace of the car.

She rubbed her husband's head gently from the side. Keylin secretly chuckled amusedly while doing it all.

She felt that her husband was like a big baby who was like being in a donkey by his own mother. Making her inner voice scream with her current husband.

Keylin tilted her head to her left side as her husband was sinking his own face into the recess of her neck. Looks like the man is looking for the most comfortable place for himself.

She giggled amusedly as her husband's warm breath hit her neck which instantly made her hair stand up straight.

"Mas will hurt his neck" said keylin and gently rubbed the man's neck from the side.

"Engh for a moment" murmured Akbar who was still reluctant to raise his face.

"Don't be long but, if you want nyender gapapa. But don't believe it, Mas's neck will be a seizure"

sahut Keylin who is still loyal to his activities that rubbed the nape of her husband.

Bimo bit his own lip when he saw the scene from the rearview mirror of his boss' car. Envy and envy suddenly appeared in his heart upon seeing that.

I want him to berate the two people who are doing things that he thinks are very intimate. But what power it is when he realizes that it will never happen because he is still fond of his current job. Making his mind can only scream itself with the reality of it all.

The suffering of the one who contracts on earth!

bimo's grunts in the heart

After thirty minutes, their journey finally reached their destination.

Bimo cleared his throat softly as he looked at Keylin and Akbar who seemed to be unaware if they had reached their destination.

He hissed disliked when the code given by him did not make the couple aware of the current situation.

Bimo cleared his throat loudly this time and said

"Ekhem I'm sorry sir, we've arrived!" bimo said with a little ketus who was still loyal to his gaze that pointed forward.

Keylin gasped in shock at the sound of bimo. He blinked his eyes for a moment trying to gather his consciousness that was still not fully recovered.

Keylin grimaced guiltily when he saw Bimo's face from the rearview mirror that seemed to be holding back the irritation to her and her husband.

Just after Akbar fell asleep in the niche of his neck somehow suddenly drowsiness also approached him. Making herself fall asleep just follow in the footsteps of her husband who plunged into the dream realm.

Keylin shook her husband's shoulder slowly.

"Mas woke up, it has arrived" she said and slightly shifted her body so that her husband woke up from his sleep.

"Engh" murmured Akbar and opened his eyes.

Akbar stretched his neck muscles and looked at his surroundings.

"We've arrived?" akbar asked and stroked his slightly sore nape elus.

"The...."

"Already Sir!" cut Bimo with a circus, cut off the words of his boss' wife.

"Hn" said Akbar and got off his car followed by Keylin and Bimo behind him.

Bimo stopped his steps when he arrived at the door of his superior's house.

"This is sir" said Bimo and handed Akbar's car keys to the owner.

"What are you going to the office with? If the car was put here?" asked Keylin while frowning.

"I'm easy Mom. I can take a taxi to the office" said Bimo and bowed his head.

Keylin snatched the keys of the car being held by her husband and handed them back to her assistant.

"Here you use, tomorrow you can return it."

"Ah no need Mom. I'm easy, I can use anything to come back" Bimo said with a shy and clumsy smile as his boss' wife offered what she would never be willing to ask.

Keylin shook his head quickly

"No! You have to come back with this! It's already night. Public transportation will definitely be difficult to find, you better use my husband's car now" said Keylin keukeuh and thrust the car keys in front of Bimo.

Bimo glanced at Akbar who was still loyal to his silence. Honestly, since then his heart has been beating fast. Just imagine, he had to accept Keylin's request which he thought was very dangerous for his safety.

Especially after seeing the reaction of the boss, making Bimo more convinced, if after this surely his fate will not be okay.

Keylin sighed in annoyance at that. He knew Bimo was thinking hard to refuse his request.

Keylin glanced at her husband who seemed indifferent to seeing the conversation between himself and his personal assistant.

"Bring me up! I can ride the bike tomorrow morning" Akbar said with his flat face.

"Ah no! No sir! I can go home by myself" Bimo refused with a bad face and bowed his head.

"Mas" whined Keylin upon hearing again that Bimo had rejected his offer and squeezed Akbar's coat arm tightly.

Akbar sighed softly and looked at Bimo with his flat gaze.

"Then you just use my bike, it's up to you to return it when. Don't resist! You're gonna make me hard!" akbar said firmly while glancing at his wife gave a code to Bimo, if his wife will continue to force himself if Bimo does not accept the request of his wife.

Bimo scratched his non-itchy nape scratch. The sharp gaze of the eagle that his boss had pointed at him made Bimo unable to express his protest to his boss. So inevitably he must be forced to accept the offer of his boss his feet.

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