My wife is a Night Singer

My wife is a Night Singer
129 Meeting Draining Patience2


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As previously agreed, meetings are held in full from ordinary employees to the top brass. Mila who had been clinging to her husband really did not let go of his embrace. Even Habil had courted patiently but his wife was in his lap.


"anyway Mila does not want, want on the bench ajja point!" the Mila Final


"yes, let's go to the meeting room. But don't get bored, there will be a baby……


"yes yes, Mila understands now come on, go there" said Mila, she was lazy to hear her husband talk as if he did not know anything.


Patiently Habil carried Mila to the meeting room, before Habil had ordered Marko to tell him that if there was something strange no one asked. Because only this time Habil was not professional at work, bringing a wife who was spoiled and badly did not want to let go of hugging him. Usually even in his own company Habil is very professional**.


**After Habil entered the large room, many pairs of eyes deliberately stole the view. How can their role model boss put up a resigned face to the behavior of his boss's mistress.


Habil put on a flat face regardless of the strange gazes of employees, some were stunned there were also smiling meaningfully, until Marko's voice disperse the daydreams of the jomlo staring full of binaries and envy.


"all right, our meeting's starting!" firmly Marko


All the revisions give their own reports and opinions, they are very happy to work in the Habil company because, as their opinions are always considered and they feel appreciated.


It's true that Mila was casually sitting on the lap of her husband who was focused on listening to the opinions and input of his employees. Moreover, they managed to enter the world market.


Unhappy to see her husband focus on the meeting, Mila begins to force Habil to look at her. With her soft hands Mila touched Habil's firm jaw and forced Habil's face to look at him.


All of that can not be separated from the eyes of employees who just add a smile. They were not even disturbed because they saw the gods and goddess of intimacy as if to be a spectacle.


Mila who was wearing a mask looked at Habil sharply, Habil only smiled to find the strangeness of his wife.


"you don't mind if I'm like this" Mila asserted making all the silent pecking confused to answer what


"i asked if you guys mind I want on my husband's side!" remake Mila


"no madam boss, we are not concerned" said one of the leaders


Habil smiled at his wife's behavior, until 2 hours more they discussed. During that time Mila still remained calm until she wanted to go to the bathroom.


"mas Mila is going to my little room" Mila whispered to Habil, carefully taking Mila down from his lap. The wife looked a little pale from her eyes.


"are you okay, baby, how pale?" habil asked, Mila just shook her head.


"want you to go?" habil bargained, Mila just shook her head


Mila went to the restroom in the meeting room, she took off the mask and vomited up her stomach. From then on she could not stand it anymore, until finally she gave up and came down from her husband's lap.


After spewing out his entrails, he stared at the glass before him. His vision was clouded and he soon slipped out of the toilet. Without wearing his mask he tried to walk normally. Until in front of the door of the meeting room he saw still complete meeting room formation like that until he could no longer stand it, his vision turned.


"maaat………


Bruckkk………


Habil was shocked when he heard his wife calling, the feeble voice alarmed Habil. Until he turned his wife had fallen in front of the middle door that became skat between the meeting room and the toilet.


The employees also shouted when the boss's mistress fell in front of them. Many were stunned because only this time they saw their boss's mistress without a mask covered.


Habil ran to his wife who was unconscious.


"honey, what's wrong, baby wake up!! Marko get the car ready!!" habil half-shouts.


Habil quickly carried his wife's body. Habil doesn't care what he thinks about his wife. He was really worried.


(sorry if many TYPOπŸ™πŸ™πŸ™)


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