Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
As Bright as the Morning Mentari

"Go. I'm okay. There are a lot of assistants here. You are at home also the title is the same, work settings are also taken care of." Maharani looked at her husband. Atmanegara seriously glared at the laptop with his reading glasses. It is not usual for the Maharani to protest the work of the Atma.

This morning they are still on the bed.

Feeling insinuated by his wife's words, Mr. Atma closed the lepi and took off his reading glasses. He gently looked at the face of Bu Rani who looked pale today.

Rani's face which is usually full of make up now does not use anything at all. He has been complaining since yesterday.

Atmanegara grabbed his wife's hand and kissed her gently. The hand of the woman he loved. The hand looked increasingly thin and fragile. His bluish muscles clearly stood out, as transparent as his white skin.

"For a while let Rion take care. I take care of the rest. What do you want for breakfast? Let Inem not take you to the room." Atmanegara Tawar.

"I can not not move loh, even recommended a light exercise routine. I was told to go to the room." The maharani grumbled, he grabbed his thick blanket and walked to the bathroom. Atman followed from behind.

"Would you mind taking it?" Tanya Rani is suspicious.

"You take a shower, you want to take a shower too, right? Come on!" Atmanegara dragged his wife's hand slowly.

"Jagan weird, I'm tired." Maharani. Similar to a girl who lashed her boyfriend.

Mr. Atma just chuckles. He passed his white T-shirt, showing off his abdominal muscles that are still awake, a sign he diligently processes his body at the age of no longer young. He filled the bathtub with warm water and added a soothing lavender scent bath bomb.

Patiently he led the Maharani into the bathtub and soaked together.

"I want to take a quick shower, Mom." The maharani looked at her before her husband's hand went into his chest.

"Udah diem aja, would not rub this back." Said Mr. Atma. Maharani was silent, although in fact Atma just silently hugged his wife from behind and stuck his chin on Rani's shoulder.

For a few minutes they were busy with their own thoughts. Then Rani's voice broke the silence.

"I'm going to Vio's house, Mas." Bisik Rani lirih's. Atma kissed his wife's neck at a glance.

"Don't think. Violin is an adult. Let him adventure. Papa's keeping his guard." Answer Atma.

"Remain, they parted because they may lack guidance from us, their parents." There was a deep regretful tone from Rani's voice.

"They're not fools, that's all." Atmanegara began rubbing the Maharani's back gently.

"Poor Vio." Lirih Maharani's. Basically, no mother wants bad things to happen to her child.

"I miss him." Maharani's gaze glared.

"Here you go, we'll take it there. Indeed, that one child, may never come home again." Atmanegara. He rubbed his wife's hand.

"Ck, we're ignoring it too much. Mas remember, Vio always whines at this. But we're busy with work." Complain Rani.

"Of course now our little Vio's down." Continue Bu Rani again. Honestly, since Dion sued his son, his health has been declining. His often irregular heartbeat is becoming more and more frequent.

"The bad boy is having fun." Atmanegara Kekeh. "Half an hour ago Rion told me that Vio's tires were leaking at the intersection."

"Half an hour ago? Doesn't he have to go to work? What about Vio, Mas? I laugh at it." Bu Rani was annoyed to see her husband's ignorant smile.

"Calm down, he's fine. A boy was helping her, the same boy as last night. He seems like a good boy." Atmanegara. He stroked the Maharani's hair gently.

"I love him, but I love you more. Stop thinking about things that stress you out. We've fought this far." Mr. Atma looked at his wife.

"Not to start, huh. I'm not a disease. Stop looking at me that way!" Bu Rani melengos sad.

"Yesterday at check-up, I met Mas Hendra." Rani started telling stories.

"Hm... Rion told me." Atma Mumbles.

Bu Rani glanced at her husband. "Geez, I feel sorry for Rion. He should be thinking about his life, not our family life. Don't let him know when we're having sex." Sindir Maharani's.

Atmanegara again chuckled, "Not that bad, I don't dare to take responsibility if he wants to. And again he's paid a fortune for it, calm down." Mr. Atma linked his fingers on the sidelines of the Maharani's finger.

"How's Hendra doing?" ask Mr. Atma.

"Why ask? I already know about Rion, right?"

"Hm... Never mind, maybe it's karma for him." Atmanegara.

"Don't talk karma, Mum. Your business isn't all clean, is it? Or maybe my illness also includes karma?"

"Ssttt. At least I didn't abandon my wife's child" Atmanegara ngeyel.

"Bella's not a wife, Mas. She's a victim." Maharani.

"Who chose to run away pregnant? After his wife died, Hendra went to look for her." Atmanegara rinsed his body and grabbed the bathrobe.

"Why are all women always in the wrong position?" Maharani grumbling. He splashed the air shower used by Atmanegara to rinse his body. Make her husband's bathrobe wet.

"Don't tease me, baby. I've been holding him back all my strength." Fizz sir Atma.

But the Maharani put both of her hands around her husband's neck. His thin body was sticking perfectly. He kissed Atmanegara's lips softly and deeply. Atmanegara grabbed the innocent body of his wife, pressed her against the wall and returned the kiss.

Both breaths are hunting. Atmanegara could not take it anymore. But as much as possible he recited his consciousness. Rani is still sick and this is bad if she continues.

"Wait..." Atmanegara took off his kiss. "I asked Dr. Robert if it was safe!"

Too late, the Empress had thrown the white bathrobe away and put her husband's body in her mouth.

*****

"Otherwise, it's still early in the morning!?" Violin nagged while pulling over her car. He had just passed through the intersection when he felt his car tire that seemed to be deflated.

And sure enough, when checked, the rear tire is already mlempem aja. He breathed an upset breath. Wander around for a while and dial the workshop number.

"Waahh, camping. Thank goodness." Then the sound of screeching behind him made Vio urung call the number of the workshop. Violin raised a sharp look.

"Jeffery! Don't joke with you!" Jerit Vio frustrated.

Jeffry said, "don't be angry dong Tan. This is to be helped. Bring no spare tires?" he's approaching Violin.

"Yes no, lah. How do you know if it leaked!" Violin repulsed. Looks like Maybach's performance has decreased, maybe he will consider replacing it with a million people's car.

"Actually if the routine is checked and the service will not be like this, Tan" said Jeffry. It seems he knows the direction of Violin's mind.

"Honey bet dah sexy gini mistreated." Jeffry's hands caressed the body of the car, but his eyes did not look at Violin.

"Ck, so how? I have to work on it."

Jeffry smiled as brightly as the sun this morning.