Reyhan, My husband
Jealousy ?

"Are we really going home to your Papa's?"

Reyhan asked while teasing Nayla.

Returning from the bookstore, Reyhan found Nayla sitting alone in the back seat. Nayla smiled occasionally.

I don't know, Reyhan doesn't know what makes his wife crazy. Oops.sorry.

But weird, right? Sit alone, and smile to yourself?

Would anyone else see it? Must have been scared. Run away...

"Don't want to be here any longer? Looks like you're at home here.. I saw you smiling to yourself..."

Reyhan again mocked Nayla. Look at his wife....

Busy-ass. Sok. I don't want to hear what Reyhan is saying. Though it was very clear from the expression of his face he was holding back an upset.

And this is what makes Reyhan even more fond of teasing him.

They are both in the room right now. Nayla sat in her bed. While playing his phone.

Honestly, Nayla was really upset with her husband. It's not just because he's always teasing her.

There is something else that makes Nayla uncomfortable today.

Reyhan was busy with his laptop.

Not working anyway. Reyhan wrote the script.

Don't forget.

Reyhan is still in college. And in a few months he will be graduated. Reyhan is busy.

But still had time to tease Nayla, right?

"Silent you... Aishh

Why are you so chatty about Reyhan.? Your feelings were pendiem before marriage. How polite again.."

Nayla replied that she would not lose. His hands are still busy opening his Instagram account via mobile phone.

"I'm also chatty with my own wife.. Problem huh?"

Reyhan replied with a grin.

"Why go home if in fact at home is also still busy with the laptop ?"

Nayla's involuntary protest instead made Reyhan laugh with satisfaction.

Sucks?

Reyhan is a bitch. If the job is not done, why go home? Where had been teasing Nayla... Good gosh

"Haha, you mean you don't like me to ignore this? Wants to be watched, right?"

"It's not... If you are in the bookstore, at least I am safe, nothing will continue to flirt. You also want to see the beautiful girls who are buying books?"

Nayla exclaims with origin.

Reyhan smiled smirked. Again, he was upset by his wife's behavior.

She desperately held back her lust. If this continues, where is it strong?

"Oh, so you mean you're jealous now?"

Reyhan walked over to Nayla. Blinking one of her eyes teased Nayla. Making Nayla look at him.

"What's? Of jealousy? Where's ada?"

Nayla tried to avoid. Refusing to justify the accusations against him.

Nayla just said something. How come Nayla's jealous? Impossible that fast, Nayla fell in love?

Now Reyhan was sitting on the bed beside Nayla. Reyhan deliberately sat near Nayla without raising his body completely with his legs still hanging.

He looked at Nayla carefully. Those who feel clumsy. Your own wrong behavior.

"You're beautiful.."

Two words that instantly can make both cheeks Nayla red meet. Reyhan's hand stroked Nayla's hair covering part of her face. Tuck it behind the ear.

"You're my wife, right? can I kiss you?"

Duh, man,

Nayla's heart was beating faster than ever. The man who is entitled to his body why should I ask first anyway?

Yes, and subconsciously Nayla nodded.

Reyhan kissed Nayla's lips at a glance. Then kiss again. Kissing for longer and venturing to play her own lips on Nayla's lips. Little bite there. Gentler. Makes Nayla a pleasure.

Reyhan is intoxicating !

Tok Tok Tok...

"Mas Rey's dinner..."

Reyhan gives up his kiss with Nayla.

"Jeez, Miss Nana again, right.! Disturbing pleasure.." Reyhan muttered softly making Nayla giggle amusedly.

"Players..."

Nayla said as she rubbed Reyhan's upper arm.

"Jaudah yuk eat. Then we go home.."

Take Reyhan in the end with a lethargic face.