My Rich Husband's
The Part 143
Monday is the time for everyone to return to their usual activities. Davis and Diora were ready and tidy to leave for the office. Yes, Diora has already started running a big project after the inauguration a few days ago.
For some reason, Diora was so spoiled and always wanted to stick with her husband. When he woke up and got into the car, he hugged Davis's arm. Although Davis had no problem with that.
“Down, already up.” Davis opened the door of his car after they were in front of the entrance of Diora's company.
Diora got out of the car and returned spoiled. “Me company, I don't want to be away from you,” the door with puppy eyes.
Very anxious Davis saw it, very eager to hold and bergagahi his wife right now. But he said, because there is an important job that he must do right now.
“We will be able to meet again later at home, now I have to work,” reject Davis very subtly.
Diora's face immediately turned sullen, she also distanced her body from the husband. “Go there ... go ... don't see me again.” Go inside with annoyance.
Davis was about to catch up with his wife who seemed to be sulking. But his phone rang, George who called to tell him that the client had been waiting for five minutes. He hurriedly walked to the other side of the building, leaving his car. It is impossible to use a car, because it will take a long time to find a turn around.
Diora turned her body, hoping her husband would chase after her. “Basic guy, insensitive!” his grunts were fattening his teeth.
Diora directly slammed the door after entering into her room.
“You why?” ask Gabby who was already in there waiting for the arrival of her best friend.
“You, surprise me, since when is it here?” Diora stroked her thumping chest.
“From yesterday I was here, wasn't I a diligent assistant?” Gabby is proud of herself.
“You are very diligent,” praise Diora immediately sitting in her chair.
“You why? Your face is so upset.”
“Today there is guidance for the final task, you do not forget.” Gabby reminded.
“Yes, later we go together, we finish our work first,” pinta Diora.
The two women finally focused on seeing the designs that had been made by their employees.
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At the Davis company, he had just finished agreeing on a new project. He and George entered the room.
Davis slammed his body tightly against the sofa, exhaling his breath. “My wife is very strange,” her sigh.
“White why?” ask George.
“She is so easily emotional like a bobcat and instantly turns sweet spoiled like a pet cat,” complained Davis.
“Basic women, it's hard to understand,” grumbled George. “Have you tried asking Google why your wife is so fickle? Maybe he knows, he is so smart as to answer anything we do not know.”
“You're right, why don't I think about it.” Davis immediately opened his phone and typed in the complaint.
“Why? What said?” George asked when he saw the look on his best friend's face frowning.
“Says there are two possibilities, she is coming months or pregnant, so, which one is right?” Davis showed me the search results.
“Why don't you take your wife to the gynecologist? She could be pregnant,” George.
“Thank you for the idea.” Davis immediately stood up and ran to meet Diora.