Not the Second
Jealous

Akifa opened her eyes slowly. After the morning prayer, she fell asleep again leaving her husband who was at dawn somewhere.

Akifa looked around and did not find her husband, slowly getting out of bed and into the bathroom to clean up.

After returning refreshed, Akifa went out of the room looking for her husband.

“Wahk is a mansion of greatness, how to find his dylan mas.” Get out of the elevator.

She circled a wildly looking gaze, but still did not find her husband. When she saw a servant, she asked where her husband was.

“Akifa.” However, the voice of the one who called out undoed Akifa's intentions

“Sister Ilmy? What's up, brother? Uh! Brother, where are you going?” Seeing the appearance of Ilmy who already wears a robe and pasmina

“You to Gallery, you looking for Dylan?” Ilmy does have a gallery. Her artistic talent came down from her mother

Akifa nodded “Iya sis, brother know dylan where?”

“Most in Gym room. Biasalah, men if not sports not be the day.”

“Hahaha yes also well. Yaudah thanks dad brother.”

“Iya, I go first.”

“Be careful brother.” After saying hello, Ilmy left from there.

Akifa again continue the step towards the gym room “Eh? The gym room is where is yah?” I just realized that I am still a stranger to this mansion.

Without knowing the direction to go, Akifa continued the steps somewhere. “Aduh, it is difficult also to have a big house like this well.” He massaged his calf which was sick from walking.

Suddenly from a distance seen his sister-in-law, Akifa's smile they saw her savior “Ilya.” Call Akifa a little raise the voice

Ilya who at that time came down from the stairs was about to the dining table turned to see the source of the sound “Kak Ifa?” Mumbled. He could see his sister-in-law massaging the calves. Then Ilya approached Akifa

“What's up brother?”

“Thank goodness to meet you, can you tell me where the gym room is?” Akifa's question Ilya had concluded that his sister-in-law was looking for her brother

“There's at the end of the aisle there, sis.” A hallway not far from the stairs

Akifa also saw the hallway designated Ilya “Oh there apparently. Thanks yah.”

“Sama-sama brother.” Answer while nodding

“Do not call brother, call ajah name. We ‘kan at the age of.” He felt strange being called a big brother by someone his age

“Eh? But it's not polite brother.”

“Ishh even strange to know that you call people your age by the name of brother. Rich I old hick it.”

Hearing Akifa's words suddenly made Ilya so unpleasant “Alright, but if bang Dylan angry do not mistake me loh.”

“Hehe get ready! I take it all on.” One thing that Akifa was sure of, her husband would not have the heart to scold her! He felt above the wind

“You want me to take you to the gym?” Offering, he could not bear to see Akifa who seemed tired of walking. Moreover, seeing Akifa's distended stomach made Ilya grieve himself

“No need, I can do it myself. Yaudah I first yah.” Ilya just nodded resignedly because Akifa had already stepped away first.

Akifa went down the not-so-distant aisle. The young pregnant woman frowned when she saw a maid as if she was peeking in a room whose door was made of clear glass.

Feeling bad feelings, Akifa sped up her pace. And sure enough, apparently the waitress peeked at two grown men running on the treadmill bare-chested displaying their plaid fur and wearing only knee-length shorts.

Akifa took a peek because it seemed that the female servant was unaware of her presence.

Seeing the inside suddenly made Akifa's heart hot. Moreover, looking at the top of the husband who was not covered by anything and very freely another woman saw it, making Akifa's heart burn with jealous fire. Moreover, it looks like sweat dripping from behind the sturdy back which makes her husband look sexy

“Ehem.” Akifa cleared his throat

The female servant saw the source of the voice. The waiter's reflexes were down

“Do your job correctly!” Stare at the waiter with a sharp look

Glutton..

Akifa snorted at the departure of the waiter. Akifa turned back towards the door, he peeked back. Two grown men were still running on the treadmill.

One wears black shorts while the other is white. From the back, the two are no different. Both in terms of body shape and height. Same everything.

However, Akifa was not his name if he could not tell which one his beloved husband was there. Then he opened the door and took a small towel and a bottle of mineral water and brought it to one of the men there.

While Delon and Dylan are not aware of the arrival of Akifa seems still cool racing on the treadmill.

After arriving next to one of the men in white shorts, then his wiggle hands stick out the towel “Mas, rest first.”

Dylan flinched, not just Dylan. Delon is the same. Both of them stopped their running.

Dylan got off the treadmill “Honey, what's up? How come here?” He was silent when Akifa rubbed his head and face with a towel

“So wake-up time, mas does not exist. And I kept saying Ilmy mas Dylan was in the gym, so I came here deh.” Provide mineral water bottle

Dylan received the bottle and opened it and drank the mineral water. Jakun Dylan who was up and down and sweat around the neck made Akifa suddenly become excited

Glutton..

But, considering how the waiter had peeked at her husband made Akifa again upset “Get used to exercise, mas wear ajah shirt.”

“Hm indeed hit.__ eh!” Then he turned to look at his twin brother who seemed indifferent by playing the phone “Lon wear clothes first.” Shouted Dylan

Delon gasped, he chose to sit on the bench because he did not want to see his sister's affection looking up with a look of wonder. Akifa who was also confused looking behind her husband, realized that. Suddenly Dylan hugged his wife's body and buried his face in the chest

“Aduh, mas.. what is it?”

“Ck! Delon put your shirt on!” Kicked the clothes of Delon under his feet.

Delon, who was aware of her brother's possessiveness, took the clothes Dylan kicked and put them on. The sleeveless clothes could not cover up Delon's sexiness nor did they satisfy Dylan's jealousy

“Come out there! Lon! My wife's eyes are stained to see your body.”

Delona twisting lazy eyeball ”Basic possessive.” Her grouse

“Huh! I don't want to hear from people like you!” He means someone more possessive than himself

Delon also left from there leaving the couple who were still hugging each other. Especially now that Akifa is putting her hands around her husband's waist

“Heheh basic possessive.” Mumbled Akifa with a face that looks sumringah in front of her husband's chest

“Whatever next time if you want to go in say something first. If you see something like that, you become jealous loh.” Dylan's sullen face was in stark contrast to his body and stature which looked handsome and sexy with sweat flowing down the chest of the husband

Akifa thieved “I should have said that. Earlier at the door, I saw a waitress looking for a mas and bang Delon again sports. Where's his saliva almost netes again!” Complaints while pointing towards the glass door that has been closed.

Dylan's forehead shriveled. He didn't know there was such a brazen waitress. It seemed like he had to check on all the servants in this mansion. Let no one do anything out of bounds because the masters are too kind to the servants.

Akifa wrapped her hands around her husband's neck. While on his tiptoes he kissed Dylan's neck “Darling, stinking mas. Still reminiscent.” but no doubt, his hands still hugged the waist of the wife

“Hmm really, really fragrant. Moreover, the smell of sweat mas I like.” Sniffing her husband's neck makes something under awaken

Dylan was trying to suppress his desires. Last night he beat his wife, he did not want to get out of control and instead hurt his own wife.

When Dylan had to bite his lips because he held Desire, in contrast to Akifa who also increasingly sniffed and kissed her husband's body

“Hmm scented bangat mas, I like bangat.” Kissing the husband's neck

“Ahk.. dear, why bitten.”

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TB

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