My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 26 - Gladi

Last night made a headache, Syakil spent the morning by following the papa's routine activities. Early in the morning he had left Amara, because if he continued with the one in Syakil's brain only a shady movie scene that made him unable to sleep all night.

Initially jogging is ordinary, but over time this turns into a fast run. Syakil's sweat even managed to get his clothes wet.

This morning view makes the eyes of the neighbors wide open. Just imagine, the youngest son of a conglomerate whose return was so anticipated is now roving the complex with pants on the knees and hair blown by the wind increasingly makes the charm of Syakil invincible today.

"Huft .. 30 minutes? My God, I've only been running for half an hour?"

Syakil took his hard breath, the man closed his eyes for a moment. This is no longer an ordinary sport, but looking for sweat while making the muscles twitch.

"Why can Papa be strong for more than an hour?"

He who is weak or indeed Ibra is dashing until the papa there is no weakness at all. It was strange but real this way, Syakil wiped sweat and felt himself really weak when the age of Ibra was no longer young.

"What's right, the same time the grandfather's energy?"

Syakil rubbed his face rough, his goal was still far away in fact. Still a few meters more if you want to follow the route that usually Ibra traced. However, in order to maintain sanity and maintain the remaining energy, Syakil chose to return home.

Maybe because he was used to it, after all Ibra ran unlike himself who was exactly racing wildly so. Initially his energy was fully filled even defeated the spirit of the vegetable, but when he returned he had looked weak even Rohman asked him where it was not answered because the man was too tired.

"Mara ...."

Entering the dining room, he began to speak loudly to make Ida who is now focused in the kitchen immediately approached her master.

"It takes something, Den?" asked the middle-aged woman with the mole right in the middle of the eel to approach Syakil in a row.

"Drink, Bi," said Syakil seriously, this thirst is so torturous that even fish lack water.

"Wait a minute, Den Syakil just wait here."

Though the mineral water is not so far away and Syakil can take it alone. However, it seems this man is more spoiled if he has returned home, according to Kanaya, his youngest son is indeed a little spoiled if at home.

"Aden ran away the next morning? Until ngosan that," said Ida then gave a glass of mineral water to super-supervisor this.

"Of course, in no time I even broke papa's morning run record."

He answered the origin once again because it was to look cool. Even more crazy, Ida believes just like that with the words of her employer even applauded because of her admiration.

"Excessive stuff ... Auntie don't admire me too much, I already have a wife .. don't forget that," he said later and made Ida chuckle for quite a while.

There is, after all, where maybe a woman of Ida's age will have an interest in Syakil, a widow of two children whose age is even twice that of the man.

"Well relieved, which wife, Bi? Not down yet?" ask Syakil after vertical one glass full of mineral water.

"Non Amara to the room again, it's been down for a while .. maybe take a shower, Den."

Syakil nodded slowly after hearing the explanation of his housemaid. The man then moved on and returned to the room immediately.

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Arriving at the room, Syakil pushed the door slowly. Intentionally, who knows Amara is not ready with his presence that suddenly entered like a thief.

"Mandi?"

The splashing water that is now heard has answered Syakil's question. The man approached the bed, throwing his tired body despite still sweating all over.

While waiting for Amara to finish, he closed his eyes, only closed but not asleep.

Until, a few minutes waiting for a scent that is so familiar now pierces the sense of smell. Syakil pulled the corner of his lips when he heard the steps of the wife who seemed to walk towards him.

"God, your clothes got wet like this .. Run early or where?"

"Wait a minute, are you shampooing?"

Syakil realized Amara's bath this time was a little different. Usually the wife does not shampoo in the morning even though she does take a shower.

Amara bit her lips then nodded slowly, this morning she did take a bath to clean the large hadas all over her body.

Tired Syakil run morning as if lost just like that, the man laughed discordantly when there was nothing funny here. Amara realized that if Syakil seems wrong, just look at his behavior exactly the man who is drunk with romance.

"Seriously?" syakil asked even moved when this was only the case of his wife who was now clean.

"Yes, why?"

"Have finished? Sure already?"

"Yes!" amara answered a little higher because he saw Syakil who was increasingly unclear like this.

"Where? Try me to check," he said then actually touched the core of Amara from the outside to make sure his wife no longer wears a sanitary pad.

"What a pity, this is the harassment of his name." Amara goosebumps even panicked when Syakil did something unexpected like this.

"I'm your husband, just make sure, honey."

Just making sure, but he didn't let go until this second. Syakil wrapped his hands around Amara's waist so that his wife could not escape even for a moment.

"That's it, let me go."

Where Syakil might have let go, the man pulled Amara's body to lie next to him. Don't joke, which bride did it first time during the day.

"How do we start?" syakil asked, rolling his eyes, this man still seems to have been made crazy last night.

"started? Don't be crazy, it's noon .. shame the sun," said Amara whispered a little and tried to hold Syakil's body which eroded the distance.

"So what? It's okay, right?"

Yes, it is legitimate. But how could it be now. Amara was worried, staring at Syakil's face the same as last night.

"I'm ashamed, Syakil."

"I've seen it, both have seen each other, why are you ashamed?" tanya Syakil frowned, bathing together when it should be enough to be an introduction according to Syakil.

"But why does it have to be day, isn't the first night done night?" Amara seriously asked and thought that the concept of Syakil was very, very wrong.

"You want a night?"

The trick question, why is it like this. It was as if Amara was asking, but the one who thought about it the most was Syakil.

"This one we gladi first, who knows fail .. we are both beginners, Ra."

Beginners say he, but the way he moves has exceeded the players. Learning from whom, from the beginning he knew Syakil at all Amara was not sure if this man was still a holy man.

"Gladi what? What if I want to?"

"If the continuity .. yes means we succeed dong."

It was so stupid that Amara had thought that her husband liked the same sex. If this is the case, it is certain that Amara's guess is 100 percent wrong even it is the most ridiculous thing ever.

"I'll show you that I'm a real man and not as weird as you think" Syakil said suddenly and left Amara silent, from where her husband knew this, she thought.

Tbc

Syakil be like: From netizen✨ whispers