My maid Canduku 2
Part113
Bimo came home late at night, he had to finish the job he was leaving next Sunday, because he wanted to have a honeymoon vacation with his wife long enough.
Entering the house already seems quiet even the lights of the house have been extinguished only the outside lights are lit, his feet step towards the stairs where his room is, and his legs are, after returning home to lunch with his mother, he had not seen Alena's whereabouts, even his message was only briefly responded to not as usual.
At first he was upset that Alena left him at the cafe and chose to go with her friends and who Siera meant, but he who still thinks using Bimo logic remembers that Alena has never been close to a man let alone have a male friend other than her former fiance who is now in a mental hospital.
Opening the door of the room with the appearance of a shirt in rolls up to the elbow and buttons of the top shirt he had opened, can Bimo see if his wife had fallen asleep under a thick blanket soundly.
Putting her coat and briefcase Bimo approached Alena Bimo and kissed Alena on the forehead and went into the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes into her ritual bath, coming out with only a towel at the bottom, Bimo sees Alena sitting on the bed.
"You wake up." approached by rubbing his wet hair using a small towel Bimo directly sat in front of Alena.
"I help you." Alena grabbed the towel that Bimo was holding, happily giving it to her.
Alena wears a shirt belonging to her oversized husband in her band so that makes her smooth shoulders exposed because the collar of the shirt is loose.
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Bimo kissed Alena's open shoulders as they faced each other and Bimo's head lowered slightly.
"Why go without waiting for me."
Alena still kept her hand moving to dry her husband's hair.
"Emph." Alena muttered as Bimo's lips again kissed her shoulder followed by a slight sip.
"Sorry, if it makes you angry and worried." Said Alena who stopped her movement.
Now the two face each other looking at each other's faces, and somehow both feel his heart pounding though not new and the first time.
Bimo's hand stretched out to stroke his wife's face. "Whatever happens, talk to me, it's not good to keep everything to yourself, let alone to make your heart hurt." Bimo's words made Alena shut up.
"Tell me if you're not okay." Bimo stared deeply into his wife's brown eyes, implied by the pent-up sadness.
"I'm sorry if you haven't been able to accept our marriage, don't give up on us fighting together for Mama's blessing." His hand grabbed Alena's two hands and kissed her.
Alena eyes glazed over, she did not expect that Bimo would say that to her, Alena thought that Bimo would never know what his mother did to her.
"Promise never to give up fighting together." Bimo fused his forehead to Alena's forehead, his hand stroking Alena's cheek.
"I don't know what's on your mind, which I know you're my woman I love the most." The eyes of the two stared fixedly, channeling the same sense within each other.
Alena turned her head away and stood towards the wardrobe to pick up her husband's change of clothes.
"We'll use it in the cold." Alena, standing in front of Bimo, handed him a set of her husband's nightgowns.
"Em, put it on." Said Bimo with a spoiled face.
Alena smiled, her hands grabbed the shirt and helped put it on her husband's body.
"It's on its own." Alena handed me her shorts.
"No, you guys." A thin grin appeared on his lips.
"Don't forget what the afternoon ended like? and this time I won't help you." Alena looked at the lazy Bimo, looking at her husband's perverted face.
"Ck. Your guests are so long, baby, I've been dizzy for two days." Bimo grabbed the trousers that Alena was holding standing up then wore them in front of Alena who closed her eyes tightly.
"Ck. You just can't stand to see my premium cassava" Bimo just smiled looking at his wife who closed her eyes tightly.
"Isss..don't start, you will lose yourself." Alena slowly opened her eyes, and Bimo was done wearing her pants.
"Eat already?" Alena asked who had just put the towel Bimo was wearing into the basket.
"It." He said, laying his body on the bed.
Alena went up and laid her body next to her husband Bimo's arm as her head pad.
"All your preparations have been taken care of by Daniel, so you just need to prepare yourself." Bimo stroked Alena's head.
Alena's index finger playing on her husband's chest field made an abstract pattern that she liked.
"And make sure your guests are really gone." Bimo sighed harshly, making Alena smile to herself.
Her husband's face was frustrated for the first time because of her moon guests.
"Not laugh at me." Said Bimo who saw Alena smiling to herself.
"Iss.you're such a bitch." Alena hit her husband's chest slowly.
"Because below can not, eat instead_"