My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 30 - How Should I?

Too tired last night, Amara is now feeling tired prolonged to open her eyes just lazy. The woman blinked her eyes as she began to pierce the sunlight through the window slit.

Amara woke up bad for the first time. His head felt dizzy with hair that was no longer irregular. The woman felt dryness in her throat, she woke up or walked in the Sahara desert actually.

"Aackh."

Just about to stretch his neck muscles, that crisp sounding sound sounded so clear. A sign that Amara is tired.

"Hour nine? I'm still dreaming or have I been this dream?"

Amara gawked when she saw a digital clock on the nightstand. Crazy bastard, why could he wake up that afternoon. After all, Amara usually can still wake up early, now why everything is different.

Is that how he became like this? I don't know, he was confused himself. Still in a state of consciousness that had not yet fully accumulated, Amara got out of bed and was about to pass into the bathroom.

"Haaaah?!! Why could? Jeez ...."

Amara returned to her bed, hiding behind a blanket with her chest still thumping in shock at the image of her naked body in the mirror.

Women's eyes blinked many times, he ascertained what might be a wrong look. Amara again peeked at his body under the blanket, a few seconds his mouth is now gaping while remembering because he can go naked like this.

"Oh yes, no. naturally grieve, aaarrrrrrggghhhh I have to!!!"

He tries to remember and he is also the wrong one. Amara screamed out, not out of fear or regret. Rather imagine he is confused if later in front of Syakil.

"Do I pretend to forget?" amara asked herself, last night she had lost her shame.

"Amara .. bashful, why do nawarin all self."

How chronological he remembered everything. Find a disease that in the end Amara's cheeks feel hot and maybe even smoke has come out of her ears.

His nervous feeling turned into a sliver when the door opened, it seemed Syakil entered and he had not finished thinking about how later if in front of Syakil.

"Morning, Honey," said Syakil with a smile so warm this morning.

Amara died, the man got closer and the decision in his brain was not final. The good looks of Syakil this morning are much more radiated for whatever reason, why it can be as handsome as that when yesterday - even Amara has often seen it.

"My beauty just woke up? Still sleepy?"

They are both first time, why the shame itself is only Amara. Really, the woman really felt the world was unfair, confused by herself why Syakil could look ordinary after the silahturahmi last night.

"Yes, sorry I'm bad luck."

Why so sorry? There's no plan he'll apologize for. Amara bowed to stare at her taut fingers at this time, deliberately clamping the blanket on her armpit so as not to sag in front of Syakil.

"No problem, why apologize."

Syakil's touch this time again made him palpitate. Amara is not a dirty woman, but why did she forget this morning that the dirt in her eyes had not been cleaned after waking up. Why should Syakil also clean it, cried Amara in his mind.

"Not yet, the day after Mama said," Syakil replied as he pulled away Amara's unraveled hair covering her face.

"Why did it last two days?" amara asked suddenly suspicious, it was strange why suddenly Kanaya's decision yesterday changed.

"Sir Zia's pregnant, she needs Mama." Syakil answered the origin, of course the reason is not that. Just Syakil's book to make his wife believe.

"Ehm, I forgot."

Syakil pulls the corner of the lips when the wife just trusts her words. It was still morning but Syakil's eyes were already charmed with Amara's smooth chest.

"Let's have breakfast, I wait .. You take a shower there."

Can't be too long, Juno could be back active if Syakil uses his eyes to look at his wife for too long. Even though he is now wrapped in a thick blanket, Syakil is still sure how Amara actually forms.

"Ehm, look out for me to bring the blanket."

"Make what?" Shakil frowned, the man was indeed sitting on the surface of the blanket that Amara used as her protector.

"Oh yes."

A while later Syakil nodded in understanding, maybe his wife had not gotten used to it if seen blatantly like that.

"Can we walk?" syakil asked doubtfully as Amara came down from her bed.

"Can."

Of course she would answer could, because Amara did not want Syakil to steal the opportunity and carry her to the bathroom then ended up fighting in the morning. As a wife, Amara was just being vigilant because she was completely unprepared if Syakil was caught this morning.

"It must be sick," said Syakil laughed discordantly and managed to make Amara swerve towards him now.

"Shut up!!" sentak Amara kala Syakil like mocking him, where there is a husband like that, he could have laughed even though he had made his wife walk hard.

"Have you?" tawar Syakil has approached Amara who is now buying and wants to leave immediately.

"No, I can send_"

"Don't argue, you're like this because of me, Ra."

Glug

Amara could no longer speak when Syakil had carried her in a matter of seconds. That fast she moved even now Amara who was afraid of falling reflexively wrapped her hands around her husband's neck.

Tbc