
"Why your face?"
Atmanegara frowned at Rion's performance this morning.
His hair is still as dry as usual, his suit is still slippery, especially shoes still shiny.
Only the look of the face really bothers the eyes of Atmanegara.
Where is songong nun's confident face? It's not like Rion.
"Please, Sir." Instead of responding to his boss's questions, Rion opened the car door.
After making sure Atmanegara sat quietly and safely, Rion followed next to him.
Slowly the car left the palace of Atmanegara.
"This morning there was a Marina steel representative meeting, before lunch you had an appointment with Mr. Antonio's. At two o'clock in the afternoon we will take to the Marina Hotel which is in the number of seats... "
"Stop!"
Atmanegara raised his hand to cut off Rion's speech.
As usual every morning Rion will tell you what the agenda of Atmanegara today is. Even though since the night the daily schedule has been emailed directly.
"I don't like the personal business you bring to work. Take care of it, just meet me!"
Rion grunting.
His face was more crumpled, he was almost frustrated.
"Ribet bye." His grunt.
"Your weak, you lose to women." said Atmanegara cynically.
"Nobody who talks." Reply Rion.
"Sad, you know you."
"Mother knows too, I'm fine. What the hell's the matter?"
"Oh, all right? So last night who slammed the table in the restaurant until it was destroyed who was it? Those indemnity details are already on your table huh. Stefani shared it with me."
"Loh last night not change everything, why can there be more bills anyway?" Rion frowned, trying to remember what was missed.
Tables, bowls, cups, vases until the chopsticks are not broken he changed everything. In fact he gave more tips for what sorted out the mess he made last night.
"Not bills, those are details. Payment proof. Ck, how the hell are you?"
"Ck, said not to send. Just be shy." Gerutu Rion, dongkol also disgrace so caught Atmanegara.
"That's called professional."
"Yes, let the whole building know, is that what you mean?"
"Why did it sprain onto me?"
"Yes while there is a father, later if the meeting of the tree will also I get angry."
"That's why if you have a problem, it's solved, not avoided. You don't have any money until you can't hire a wild woman anymore?"
"They're not wild, sir. Already in the vaccine and registered with the health ministry."
"Lack of work is very ministry of health ngurusin soan. Eh but it makes sense too if you make a cuan. What brains do people know, right?"
"No need to give, sir. Still morning. Less good for your brain health."
"Currently, your brain is healthy. See se la kang an cheap little direct olleng."
"Pamela's not cheap, she's..." Rion glanced at Atmanegara then snorted in annoyance to himself. Button him.
Atmanegara grinned.
"Good women will seek clarity, not just want to be open and closed. What is tok street? Toll roads pay, there are rules. Or are you just looking for free?"
"Paac..." Rion groaning.
"Well over there, marry her work."
"Not to be clear kaliiikk..."
"It should be clear, let you know that having a serious relationship is not that scary. Not yet gone, mlempem. You little ciken."
"Can I just come down here?" rion's ears are getting hot, maybe soon smoky, so the mouth of Atmanegara.
Fortunately Atmanegara, if others who talk may have been beaten up by him.
"No. You until the office is up it goes there. Don't you dare go back if you're not already around."
"Why the hell, sir? I focus on this job."
"No! You are getting incompetent, I don't like it. Disturb the work!"
Atmanegara did not heed Rion's whine. He was quiet and busy with his tablet. Fiction means final.
Damnit damnit!
Rion is frustrated.
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The dawn prayer was completed when Mahendra awoke from his sleep.
Although at three o'clock in the morning he was only able to sleep, but this morning he woke up with his best condition.
His body felt fit and an overwhelming feeling of happiness that was hard to describe filled his chest. It was like there were thousands of butterflies dancing around.
Mahendra stared at the face of his wife who was still sleeping on the bed. He got rid of the dangling hair boy at Bella's temple.
Drawn a blanket up to the neck so that Bella does not get cold. Because in the blanket there is not a single cloth wrapped their bodies.
Very beautiful, Mahendra muttered while perverted.
Last night he unceasingly took a peek at every inch of Bella's body. The face he missed, the body that now completely belongs to him.
He is very grateful for this. God still gives him time to enjoy the beauty of marriage with his loved ones.
The woman he thought would only be wishful thinking, was now in his arms. And this is real, not a dream.
Mahendra tightened his embrace. He kissed Bella's temple with gratitude.
"Ma-Maass..." Bella squirms, she has trouble breathing.
"Good morning, my wife." Mahendra's whisper is right in Bella's ear.
Bella blushed in shame. His cheeks were red, he hid his face in Mahendra's chest.
Mahendra chuckles. He hugged his wife back with love. Occasionally kissed Bella's head.
"Oh, what time is this? No morning prayers. Mas, wake up and pray!"
Bella panicked, she tied her hair and then put away the blanket and strangled in shock to find her innocent body without a cover.
"Astaghfirullah's..." Bella covers her chest with her hands. He was ashamed Mahendra was looking at him in this te lan jang-like state.
"I've seen it all, why is it closed?" Mahendra teases Bella.
"I'm ashamed, Mom." Bella. He went back in and wrapped himself in a blanket.
Mahendra approached Bella and held her tightly.
"So yuk." take Mahendra.
"Mas first, I'll follow." Bella answered from the blanket.
"Well together."
"Nggaaack..."
Yak aampuun.
Mahendra uncovers the blanket and carries Bella's body with ease.
"Byawww...."
Mahendra laughed broadly as he ran towards the bathroom and locked Bella inside until...
A few moments later...
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Crick... Kriyikk... Kriyikk...
Singles are forbidden to fantasize. Otor wants to find a yeee-joke...
Hihahii...
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