Surgaku Angel

Surgaku Angel
Chapters. 52


The next morning at 5 a.m., Alea woke up. Alea felt her body ache all over. Then Alea sat down first on the bed. Then Alea was shocked when she saw that her body was not wearing a thread. Her husband still sleeps so well.


"What was my dream last night.. Geez, it's not a dream so really Alvan did it?" mumbled Alea in heart.


Yes last night, Alea had a dream of making love to her husband. In the dream it feels real, but it is very difficult to open his eyes. Then Alea looked for her clothes that had been scattered on the floor and also her husband's clothes scattered on the floor. Alea went into the bathroom to clean her body.


"Oh my goodness.. Is this a lot?!" said Alea who was shocked as she looked at her body in the mirror so many red marks all over her body. Because of her white skin so clearly visible the work of her husband. Fortunately he curses the hijab so, the red mark on the neck will not be visible to people. Not out of thought, how could she not wake up when her husband did it.


Finish bathing Alea performing dawn prayers. The completion of the Alea prayer also woke Alvan for the morning prayer.


"Mas, wake up and pray at dawn." said Alea kissing her husband's entire face. That's how Alea was, how to wake Alvan. Full of love, and love. "Mas.. wake up praying first, you can sleep again." Alvan woke up.


"Yes dear. kiss dong first.." Alea brought her face closer to her husband's face, and she kissed him on the forehead, his eyes, his nose, Alvan's cheeks and Alvan's lips.


"already, now pray yes.."


"Thank you dear.." Alvan then got out of bed and went into the bathroom.


Right now they were relaxing while enjoying the warm cup of tea that had just been made by Alea. "Darling, have you seen the work of the mas on your body?" alvan asked with a smile looking at his wife.


"Why do you add more mas. yesterday only the red has not disappeared. If you want to paint it on the canvas, not on my body." Alea said.


"How else, it's better to paint on your body than on canvas." replied Alvan.


"Mas, I thought last night I had a dream of having a husband and wife with you. Not that." said Alea


"What's the year, baby?!" alvan asked as he pulled his wife to sit on his lap.


"Bag.."


"What a pity, hmmm.." Alvan pulled on Alea's nape so she could kiss her lips.


"So, you know what I want to say." Alea said in embarrassment, and her cheeks were already blushing red.


"You know dear, I like it best by voice ****** you. Even if you don't wake up, but you still enjoy it too." said Alvan teasing Alea.


"It's a lie, right?"


"Dear, his voice is strong. Maybe your employees heard by voice ****** you, dear." Alea closed her mouth.


"Seriously, if his voice is strong. Mas, I'm ashamed of them.." Alvan smiled sweetly at his wife.


"Ngapain shy, they're grown up baby. They must understand what we're doing. We're husband and wife, no problem dong.?!"


"It's a shame they know we're doing that.."


"that's What?!" sela Alvan's.


"Mas ih! Don't talk about it anymore." Alea annoyed.


"Why shame, it's just the two of us." Alvan immediately hugged Alea who was still sitting on his lap. And Alea returned Alvan's embrace. "Duh comfortable." said Alvan who was still in Alea's arms. "Darling, tomorrow we go back to Jakarta? do you not want to meet with mama.mama already miss the same daughter-in-law who has run away this." said Alvan while pinching Alea's cheek slowly.


"I miss my mom, too, but you're angry at me?!" ask Alea.


"Dear not. There is an angry mama just as mas, because it can not find you until one year" replied Alvan.


"But, if I go back to Jakarta.. What kind of shop?!" that was actually what Alea had been thinking about from yesterday.


"Send one of your employees to run it. Who do you think you trust the most?!" Alea thought for a moment.


"Kaya'nya Neli is the one. Because from the first time I opened the store, he was my first employee" Alea said.


"Yes made him the head of the store, who will run your cake shop." Alea nodded her head in agreement with her husband's suggestion.