Shackles Desire of Stepchildren
Properties of Serious End Jut

"Yes, what's the darling?" hans replied, slightly teasing his wife.

"Yakk, it's not dear that means ishh." said Meera while trying to cover her nervousness.

Hans chuckled slightly at the annoyed face of his wife which made him anxious. Until finally Hans continued his work, while Meera he enjoyed his drink until it was not left.

20 minutes passed, Meera continued to watch the movie on her phone while eating a dessert that was still not allowed in the slightest.

"Huaa, my God, my boy is so handsome when he wears that black jacket. What else when riding his favorite moge, behh. There is no cure, hihi ...."

Hans, who was still struggling with his laptop, became out of focus when Meera mentioned another man as her favorite. While her own husband, Meera was not up to that. Jealousy began to hit Hans, making him become unwilling to continue his work.

"Ekhem, ekhem!" hans was annoyed with Deheman.

Meera, who heard the sound, remained indifferent, as if the film meant more than her husband's deheman.

"Well, this is crazy. The great maco, I swear! Arrghh, I became fascinated with the torn bread 8" said Meera, again making Hans immediately turn his head in a state of annoyance.

"Elehh, just 8. Mine's got 12!" hans managed to take Meera's eyes off and looked at her.

"Huh, as serious as Hans? You got bread torn12? I-I don't believe it, do I?"

"Don't tell me, you're saying that because you're jealous? Yes, hayo ngaku hihi ...."

Meera seduces her husband with her ignorant face, until Hans becomes nervous. What his wife said was true, only Hans did not want if he was honest then his wife would be a big head.

As much as Hans could cover up his nervousness, then he looked at his wife with his upset face.

"Ckk, what the hell. Whoever's jealous, don't ge'er be a tuh,"

Hans' stammering voice makes Meera even more happy to tease her sometimes very prestige husband into expressing his feelings.

"Looks a little ignorant with my husband could be times yes, after all he is my husband. Why should I be ashamed of him? If both are equally prestigious or ashamed, how can our relationship be one? Will it be like this forever?"

"Well I know, this relationship was created by that incident. Just the more I came here I started to open my heart to love him, so did he. It's just that we haven't found the right time to say it. I'm pretty sure it's gonna happen any minute, and I'm just like Hans can live happily."

Meera spoke in her heart while smilingly looking at Hans making Hans confused. His body began to creep as Hans saw Meera begin to approach him with her ignorant face.

"Darling, may I see your torn bread filled with 12?" meera Goda with very pretty eyes.

"E-no, e-no can. You go all the way, don't come near me. I want to work a lot of work."

But who would have thought. Meera even more ignorant and without permission directly sat on the lap of her husband. Such a position involuntarily even made something down there start to stiffen, along with that Hans' body was no longer able to move.

Just a little Hans moved, it was certain that something there would be exposed to friction even more to make Hans in danger.

"Bitter, bitter, bitter!" hans spoke with fear. Just this time Hans felt so tense, that the heirloom object that for a lifetime never woke up only exposed to the touch of his wife's body now tried to rebel wanted out of place.

"Lord, save me! Don't let this ***** guy wake up at the wrong time, make him sleep well again. Please, I'm not ready for all this!" Hans continued to babble in his heart as their faces were already close to each other.

No matter where the origin of the ignorant nature emerged from within Meera, until Meera herself did not feel ashamed to seduce her own husband.

It's like it's not Meera that Hans knows, is it all because of love? So that they can do anything to make that love come true.

"I don't think I would have expected Hans, if I could have opened my heart to you. At first I thought opening my heart was hard, but it wasn't. The more I shut this heart shut, the more it opened the door."

Meera's hand was directed to rub her husband's cheek very gently. The increasingly deep eye highlight makes Meera who initially wanted to punish her husband even inversely proportional.

No pranks and jokes came out of Meera's mouth. All of that was really sincere from his heart to convey his heart. Meera does not care if she is said to be a woman who has no shame, for expressing her feelings first than her husband.

For Meera to want her first or her husband all the same. Meera's confidence is strong if her husband starts to love her.

"I don't know when this love is in my heart for you, which I'm just saying. Thank you, you have always been there for me, always looking after me and treating me as best you can. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to be the best wife for you, which is far from perfect,"

"Even if our relationship begins with a bad event, I just want this relationship to last until that happiness is present in our midst."

"It's okay if you don't love me yet, it's okay if you don't consider me to be a wife. At least I wanted to tell my husband that I loved him. There was no other man's name other than my husband, who was currently in front of me."

Meera smiled holding her husband's jaw, where Hans' tears involuntarily dripped on her cheeks making Meera shake her head.

Meera did not know why the tears were dripping, but Meera was happy when her husband hugged her. That's where Hans' sobs broke, he didn't expect that his wife had managed to love him that easily.

Hans alone as a man could not express the words of love, all because it was hindered by prestige. While his wife who goes through all the failures of love can easily say all that without any nervousness.

How happy Hans can get a woman like Meera, even though he knows how to get Meera the wrong way. Just what can be done, the destiny that has the upper power to unite them.

The ignorant intentions that Meera wants to give to her husband, even berutung seriousness due to his feelings that can not be hidden anymore.

...***Connected***...