My wife is a Night Singer
127 Mila the Spoiled

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After entering their residence, Habil immediately took off his wife's clothes. Mila, who had been whining earlier, asked to be bathed by her husband, with pleasure Habil bathed her. Habil painstakingly prepared his wife's toiletries, from warm water, his wife's favorite therapeutic scent to her underwear.

Mila was casually in the arms of the husband, he was even cool to play the husband's jakun. Habil was silent about what his queen wanted to do.

"mas, Mila wants to use shampoo mas ya. Do not want to use the shampoo Mila anyway" said Mila yabg already lowered to a bath filled with warm water scented roses.

Habil was surprised, usually the business of soap and shampoo Mila did not want to use what was not his. For the sake of safety, Habil replaced his wife's shampoo with his shampoo.

Habil did not want to linger, he was afraid his wife caught a cold. He swiftly carried Mila and dried her body, not forgetting that she also dried her hair.

"mas, mila do not want to wear the shirt" said Mila spoiled with pursed lips

"where are you going to wear hemm? You usually like to wear this, baby"

"want to wear a negligee in love, which is black mas" replied Mila, Habil nodded and took what his wife wanted to wear.

How surprised Habil was to see the negligence that his wife had said. The negligee was so thin, and also a little lacking in materials. Indeed, the material is good made of real silk, maybe that's why his wife wants to wear it.

"sadly catch a cold, we'll have dinner downstairs. Do you want to wear this shirt?" habil was confused

"iya mas, Mila does not feel at home with her arms" said Mila relaxed. Habil quickly put the shirt on. When the wife finished, she took a shower.

Habil was wearing a plain black t-shirt as well as short charge pants. His appearance has indeed changed, he never even wears great clothes again because the wife protested. As a result, Habil obeyed the will of his wife. Not without reason Habil was dressed like that. His stout body always invites women and Habil does not like that, and sure enough. When in London yesterday there was even a reckless act of unusual want to trap Habil.

"want to carry again?" asked Habil, Mila was idle enthusiastically. Mila herself is confused as to why being in Habil's arms is so safe and comfortable for her.

Mila wondered why the dining room was quiet, tal usually this way.

"mas, where's the aunt? How lonely?" ask Mila wonder

"mas, tell him to come back. You wear clothes like that later they see" said Habil

"are they women?"

"fixed, only. How about later if they chat and talk about your body and heard the male guards" said Habil, Mila just nodded in understanding. Although it was a little strange to hear his wife's explanation.

"mas, Mila wants to eat some bread!" ask Mila to Habil

"loh, why. Bring all your favorite food, dear, you will not be full"

"If you don't want to eat rice mas, Mila wants to eat bread with peanut butter alone" said Mila, without waiting for Habil's answer, Milapun took a piece of bread and he dabbed with peanut butter as you like earlier.

Habil noticed Mila, he was surprised that the wife would not usually eat bread especially at dinner. Habil continued to observe his wife eating voraciously, Habil smiled. Whatever his wife eats must be ravenous and finished, his wife was never willing to throw away a little food.

"mas, tomorrow I bring the brothers here. Mas jan is still busy, so we have not been able to go out Mila want to love the souvenirs that Queen gave yesterday mas" said Mila

"yes, let those who come here you are still tired do not go first" replied Habil, Mila just smiled.

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