Naughty Little Wife
How Dare to Insult Super Juna Mushrooms!

"Later I'll clear. I picked up the phone first," said Eleonara as she regained her phone and hurriedly hid under the table while telling Vivian to be quiet. He did not want Vivian's next words to make him the center of attention of his classmates.

"Hello, who is this?" ask Eleonara lirih.

"El, it's Brother."

The deg!

"Sir Varel!"

"You changed the number why didn't you say it? You don't know, Brother is worried that there is nothing about you because from yesterday it is difficult to contact. It's the same Sora doesn't get answers constantly" Varel said on the phone, complaining.

Eleonara's expression instantly brightened instantly. It was as if the sun was shining on his dark life again. "I .. forgot. How do you know my number?"

"So, I didn't ask from Mom, it's been a long time, just the new mom gave you your number this morning. Tomorrow Saturday, Brother's home. You're off, right? Come pick up at the airport with Mom's dad, okay?" Varel's voice sounded happy because he could finally talk to Eleonara again.

"Eh? B-Tomorrow Brother Varel home? Is it all right in there?" eleonara asked softly as she touched her glasses, nervous. Varel doesn't know about his marriage, how will he deal with it later?

"Udah, stay for graduation preparation. Brother miss, tomorrow must come anyway, do not want to know!"

"Ah .. yes, but if it is obtained with Father Mother," he replied hesitantly. Actually hesitating because Juna is not because of his parents.

"Huh, just calm down. They're brother's business. Learn the real, soon graduation exam do not play HP continue. It was a lesson time, wasn't it? Brother hang up, yeah."

"Yes, be careful tomorrow on the road. Don't forget to give it to me, hihi."

"Hmm, you souvenir hunter!"

Phone calls were cut off. Eleonara was so happy she didn't realize she was hiding under the table. As soon as he was about to get up, his head fell on the table.

Brugh!

"Uhh!"

"Geez, El! Slow down, who called you? You are talking whispers, so you can't talk to me" grumbled Vivian.

"Sister Varel. He said go home." Eleonara grimaced as she rubbed her wry head.

"What, my white equestrian prince is coming back? When?!" Vivian's eyes immediately sparkled to hear that Varel was coming home. He had long harbored feelings for Varel because Varel was the type of man he dreamed of. Not only good and smart, but also have a strong effort.

"Tomorrow. Brother Varel told me to take you to the airport with Mom's Dad."

"Huwaaa, would like to come! But, tumben's getting on the plane home? Usually use a car," said Vivian.

"Yes, if you get in the car tired. From Yogyakarta to here, far away" said Eleonara with a relaxed face.

"Hehe, yes, too. I think Varel's sister can't wait to see me, hihiy. El, don't think we're talking about Varel Gini's sister just for a doang diversion. Explain to me this HP problem, hunt!" kiss Vivian while folding both her hands on her stomach.

"Ah, hehe .. that, yes."

"Campus! Mr. Design again. It will be clear, El. Relax, woi, relax! Neat attitude!" vivian shouted like a fierce boarding mother. Securing the situation to be conducive because the teacher this time the killer is not playing. His face was immediately tense and pale.

Eleonara who saw him could only laugh inwardly. Maybe only she was a student in this class who would like any sekiller her teacher could face casually because Eleonara was good friends with all the teachers. Sometimes the teacher asks him for an answer. That's how it is.

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Her night.

Juna walked into the room, he saw Eleonara who was reading a novel in bed very casually. Relax from the outside, actually his mind is crammed in the head because it thinks about Juna's past with Elena.

Suddenly Juna put something on the nightstand. "Use the routine after every shower," he said which made Eleonara amazed to see the small cup-shaped object.

Eleonara dropped her novel, then spontaneously took the cup. "What's this?"

"A topical medicine to enlarge the chest and bok*ng," Juna chirped while moving both eyebrows with a naughty look.

Eleonara was stunned because Juna really wanted to shape her body to be twice as big as the one she currently had.

"Are you serious?!"

"When do you see I'm not serious?" juna asked as he crept up onto the bed, then pulled Eleonara's pajama collar.

"What are you doing? I'm reading a novel!"

"Oh, since it looks like you're busy, I'll just help you polish it. Do you want a chest or a back? Turn around," teased Juna as he gave a smile. He took over the cup from Eleonara's hand.

Ugh, I'm not in the mood! I was angry thinking about him with that past love of his. Did they really make love? If so, no wonder Mr. Juna used to seduce me and tease me like this. Hah, but my heart doesn't feel welcome. Can't it be that Mr. Juna can't forget Elena's body shape, so it forces me to enlarge this and that part? How big is that, Elena's? Ck, the more thoughtful the more annoyed you are! (Batin Eleonara grumbled)

"Let me alone, I can too! If Mr. Juna feels dissatisfied with mine, I also have the right to ask that Mr. Juna's mushrooms be enlarged. Having Mr. Juna is small, very small even. I did not feel it if it belonged to Mr. Juna had entered because it was so small. It was small, short, unsatisfactory. There was absolutely nothing to be proud of," Eleonara sneered as she snatched the rough magnifying medicine from Juna's grasp.

Repeat; small, short and unsatisfactory! (Jleb, jleb, jleb)

His heart was pierced, it hurt. Juna went straight up.

"Leona, are you sure of what you said?! If you want to withdraw your words now it's not too late," juna growled with his jaws firmly hardened. His head let out a puff of smoke, his face red like Hellboy, his eyes fiery. Its horns, fangs and claws appeared together. Juna prepared to pounce on Eleonara.

Duh, howaaat! So emotional that he spoke so. She must not accept the super fungus I despised. Though every relationship is always not strong enough to withstand his attacks. >_< (Inner Eleonara)

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CONNECT!!

Cepet help Eleonara before it's too late!

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