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Hans pulled Selena's hand until the little body fell on her lap. Selena could only bow her head without taking any words out of her mouth.
Hans stared fixedly at Selena, he puffed the little girl's head and kissed Selena's lips. Selena rebelled, beat Hans in the chest and again had no effect. But over time Selena began to melt due to Hans' soft kiss.
Hans smiled at Selena, who had not rebelled. She closed Selena's eyes with her hands and deepened her kiss. Selena slowly starts to waver, she returns the kiss Hans gave her
to him.
Getting the green light from his wife made Hans even more daring to move his hand, the hand groped everywhere making a small gash out of Selena's mouth.
Hans let go of his kiss and bit his lower lip, he looked at Selena who was still trying to catch her breath. He kissed Selena on the lips again, his hand throwing away whatever was on his desk. It
lay Selena's body on the table without letting go of her kiss.
“You are sweet dear...” whispered Hans softly in Selena's ear.
Selena blushed hearing Hans soft voice sweeping her ears. There was a sense of heat and amusement as Hans whispered those words. And honestly, this is the first time he likes Hans who calls him ‘Sayang’.
“Let me go..” great-grandson Selena tried to release both of her hands that Hans had locked to death.
“After you come in here and start a fire? I won't let you go before you put out the fire yourself.”.
“Fire? Where?!” ask Selena panic.
Hans chuckled at the panic of Selena below him.
“You don't need to know, let me tell you to put it out”
Hans kissed Selena's lips again. Finally he knows what makes Selena scared when she is with him, Selena is afraid of the rough side. And that's the key to having Selena obey him.
Suddenly Hans's stomach rang loudly. Selena who was aware of what she was doing instantly broke away from Hans. Hans stared furiously at his stomach, yesterday bullied subordinates now bullied his own stomach.
“Sa-I will cook food for you.” said Selena directly ran out of Hans's study.
Hans hit the table in anger. Maybe he lost just because of the sound of starving stomach, he was hungry because he did not eat for 3 days because Selena stayed in the hospital. Somehow he just wanted to eat Selena's cooking, he only tasted if Selena cooked the food.
Hans came out of his study and looked at Selena who was cooking food. He went down and sat down on the couch watching television.
Not long after Selena began to look at the food on the table, Hans immediately approached the dining table and ate food made by his wife.
“I'm not hungry..”.
“Eat, if you faint again just watch out”
Selena shrieked, she didn't dare say anything. Suddenly Selena's phone rang, Selena moved away from Hans and picked him up.
“Iya Joe?”
“Selena, I've already got the questions that will be used in the Olympics. I'll tell you tomorrow” ~ Joe.
“You know where you are from?” selena asked in surprise.
“Come, my brother is multifunction” ~ Joe.
“All right, it's up to you. I'll learn first”
“Okey..bye bye” ~ Joe.
Tut's…
Selena went back to the kitchen to clean up her old dishes. Hans stared at Selena Instens, inexplicably feeling that Selena was thinner than before. What is the effect of staying in the hospital for 3 days?.
“Where are you?” hans asked as Selena was about to leave.
“Sa-I have to learn, there will be olympics..”.
Hans frowned. The olympics? What olympics? Did Selena go to the Olympics? But Selena's just been discharged from the hospital, if the Olympics make Selena's health deteriorate she'll starve again. Worse, he couldn't get his ration!!.
“No! I won't let you follow that! Cancel!”
“Ta-but sa-i ti-can't..do-lecturer who set it...”.
“Fucking lecturers!!! How dare he tell my wife!!” Hans said in his heart. The lecturers were too brave to dare to have his wife follow the Olympics without his consent first.
Hans turned his face away unwilling to look at Selena. He was upset, he could have lost to an Olympics. But with this Olympics he wants to see how smart his wife is. But he's still pissed! Maybe the lecturer enrolled his wife in an Olympics.
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