TAGGED WITH OM RICH
25. What Is Om Secreting From Me?

Richard drove his car at a moderate speed. Lunch time soon. He did not want to be stuck in traffic on the road, and the longer he met his wife.

Arriving at the gate of the housing complex, he saw his men coming out.

Richard clapped his horn a few times. Make the man stop.

The young man then turned back the motor he was driving, when he saw the car of the boss.

“I want to go home, boss. I've been waiting since. Your wife didn't come out of her parents' house.” Said the young man whose face was covered in a full face helmet.

“If I go inside, he'll be surprised to see me. Because he knows his home address.” The young man chuckled.

“Go. Thank you for working so well. I've transferred some money.” Richard said as he closed the windshield of his car and drove back.

“At least he remembers saying thank you.” The young man then left the luxury housing complex.

Richard arrived in front of his house. But the man did not go inside. He chose to turn his car towards the gate of his father-in-law's house.

The man pressed the horn a few times. The tall white gate opened.

“Good day, sir.” An assistant opened the door for him.

“Siang. What is a lonely house?” Richard asked as he scanned the ground floor of his in-laws house.

“There's mistress Dona is preparing lunch.”

Richard nodded and headed towards the kitchen. Although the goal here is to meet the wife, but he must have the courtesy to just greet his mother-in-law.

“Ma.”

Mama Dona, who was struggling behind the kitchen table, looked up when she heard the son-in-law's voice.

“You're home from work? Rena said you have an important meeting today.” Ask Richard.

“It's done, ma. Where's Rena?” Ask Richard without further ado.

“She's in the room. Said he wanted to pick up the thing that was left behind.” Definitely mama Dona.

Richard nodded. “Then, I go upstairs first, ma.”

“Ya. But, don't be long. We had lunch together.” Mama Dona waved at the daughter-in-law.

With wide steps, Richard climbed the stairs. In fact, once on foot he passed two steps.

With a slack, Richard laid his body beside his wife.

The man had already removed his work coat and tie in the car. Only the remaining white shirt and pants material that wrapped his sturdy body.

Feeling that a heavy weight was falling on her waist, Renatta slowly opened his eyes.

She found her husband's hand now wrapped around her.

“Om.”

Richard, who had just closed his eyes, immediately looked at his wife.

“Do I disturb your sleep?” Ask the man.

Renatta nodded slowly. He was still not sure if Richard was really with him.

A kiss landed on the young lady's cheek. Instantly he realized, if Richard was real.

“Why are you home from work?” The woman woke up and leaned her back on the head of the bed.

“It can't be? I'm the boss.” The man pulled the wife to sleep on her chest.

“Why not answer my call?” Richard asked as he stared at the wife's face.

Renatta Setiawan's. The little girl who had always interrupted her days since the girl was twelve years old.

Now, the girl whom Richard once called ‘the smell of telon’ oil has transformed into a beautiful woman, and disturbed the man's heart.

“I don't see a phone.” Answer Renatta relax.

“Involuntarily did not answer?” Accuse the man.

Renatta. His hand reached out to reach the phone on the nightstand.

“Hending mode.” His words showed the flat object to the husband.

He put his phone back on the nightstand.

“Akh.”

Renatta screeched because Richard had toppled his body, and put him under the support of the man.

Renatta understood what the husband meant.

The woman's head shook slowly.

“Why? Does it still hurt?” There was a worried tone from the adult man's words.

He sat down beside his wife. Then reveal the knee-length dress that Renatta was using.

“O-om want what?” Renatta panic. His hands tried to block the husband's hand.

“I want to see it. Last morning, I didn't have time because I didn't want to be late going to the office.”

Richard brushed off the wife's hand. The man then lowered the last cover of the wife's forbidden territory.

For Richard, that territory was no longer forbidden. Because he has full rights over Renatta's body.

“Sorry if you make you sick.”

Renatta's eyes were puffed up, his breath instantly choking as he felt Richard give a kiss down there.

“O-om.”

The man lay down next to Renatta. Clutching the body the woman carried into her arms, then rubbed her back gently.

“What hurts so much? You must have felt uncomfortable all day.” Richard murmured over his wife's head.

“Sorry. This morning, I didn't ask. It's not that I don't care about you. It's just, I have an important meeting and don't want to be late coming to the office.” Richard was later.

‘You don't know, Re. I could lose my mind seeing you this morning. I'm trying to hold myself back.’

Renatta's heart felt touched. Apparently, the grown man still cares about her.

“So this morning it hurt a lot. I'm also upset that I don't care about me. But now it's better.” Said Renatta while drowning his face in the chest of the field of the husband.

“So you can do again?”

Renatta looked up and then gently hit her husband's chest.

“But.” Answer with faded eyes.

Richard chuckled as he sprinkled a kiss over his wife's head.

Renatta suddenly remembered something that happened to Richard last night.

A woman thinks for a moment whether she should ask her husband or not. Curiosity was so great in the heart of the woman.

I don't know what dreams haunt Richard's sleep, until the man sweats.

Renatta believes that sweat is due to nightmares. Because, they had finished grappling a few hours earlier.

“Om.”

“Hmm. Do you want it?”

Renatta hit the husband's chest again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?” A gentle swab he gave to the wife's back.

“What was last night about nightmares?”

The hand that had been rubbing Renatta's back was slowly weakening.

And Renatta can feel if at this time, the husband's heart beats faster.

‘No. It was just a dream. Rena can't know.’

“Om.” The woman looked up, looking at the face of the husband who was instantly silent.

“No, dear. Sleeping without dreaming is incomplete. You don't have to think about anything.”

Richard's answer did not make Renatta's feelings and curiosity decrease.

He was sure that his husband had a bad dream. But he refused to share it with Renatta.

The woman put her head back on her husband's chest. And he still felt a pretty loud thump from the man's heart.

‘What are you keeping secret from me, om? What is it to just share a dream that you do not want? I forget. We got married just because of a loan.’

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Seriate.