Teasing A Naughty Husband
Sexy dress choice of prospective mother-in-law

"Nothing, Ma. Come on, come on in" Alden said, holding Khumaira's hand.

"Give Maya to me. Let you be the same mama can choose clothes freely," said Artha with a sullen face.

Maya cries to see Artha's face even though the man smiles kindly. The little guy was scared because Artha looked creepy to him. Do not want to be carried, just approached already screaming.

"Sounds, he's afraid of you. Just stay with me" said Bunga, stepping into the boutique.

"Am I that scary? It doesn't seem like it" Artha murmured.

Inside, Alden and Bunga were chatting. Maya sits on Alden's lap comfortably. Surprisingly, the little girl seemed happy to joke with him.

“Sialan …. I lost by the devil,” umpatnya annoyed.

Not wanting her mood to get worse, she chose to go to her mother's room. The shop belonged to my mother. So, Khumaira invited Bunga to choose one of the dresses there. Their engagement was already held at Amir's house, but Hendry also wanted to introduce his future son-in-law to business colleagues.

“Flower!” khumaira from the inside.

“Yes, Auntie! Al, I'm Maya's, yes?”

“Yes. Talk to mama. Relax, he must be safe with me,” Alden replied with a big smile.

“Where are you going?” knock the little guy. Maya can speak eloquently even though she is only two years old.

“Mom wants to talk to grandma first. Maya same om first, yes,” said Bunga patiently and attentively. She used to be called a mother when they had no blood relation at all. For him it does not matter if Maya calls him mother, although Ani often protests.

The girl was always worried about the flowers. She was afraid, that mother's call would affect the soul mate of Flowers in the future. Now Ani can breathe a sigh of relief after Bunga is officially engaged.

Khumaira asks Bunga to try on the dress she chose for the thanksgiving party for Bunga's engagement to Artha. The girl was actually reluctant to attend a party like that, but how else. If Bunga refuses, it will hurt Artha's parents.

“Tante wait here,” he said while pushing Flowers into the fitting room.

Huh …. I don't think they're going to give thanks here. It doesn't feel comfortable for me to hang out with the upper classes.

The flower, which is only a graduate of SMK, feels itself inferior to the Artha family. So, what kind of people will attend the Thanksgiving party? Flowers could not imagine how many upper-class people would attend the event.

Khumaira chose a dress with a cleavage that was not too open. However, the dress remained too open for Flowers. The girl was not used to wearing a sleeveless dress.

“It's too sexy, even though the bottom is long. How to say it to auntie?”

Flowers pacing around in the fitting room. Khumaira kept calling him and he was forced to come out awkwardly. The woman smiled looking at the dress of her choice very fitting on the body of the Flower.

"You're so pretty, honey. The dress was like it was made to your size" she said.

"Thank you, Auntie. But …." Flowers look for the right words to express their opinions. However, his brain could not think at all. He was just confused without being able to do anything.

"But? Why?"

"Itu~"

"The dress is too open, Ma," Artha cut.

Bunga and Khumaira looked at him. He came out of Khumaira's room not wanting to let the Bunga close to Alden. Unexpectedly, the girl was standing in front of the room with Khumaira.

The girl looked at Artha like a white riding prince who came to her rescue. The word that could not come out from her lips had been spoken by Artha. Flowers feel very helped and grateful in the heart.

Mercifully. Fortunately he was sensitive. Breathing flowers relieved.

Artha wondered to herself. Why was the mother looking at him so thoroughly? He would rather express his curiosity than hold it in his heart.

"Why stare at Artha like that, Ma?"

"Mama just didn't expect. Turns …. Forget it." Khumaira's words were floating, creating a greater sense of curiosity. Artha kept urging her mother to answer, until she gave up.

"Come, Ma. Tell Artha the continuation of that 'apparent'," urged Artha as she swayed spoiled on Khumaira's shoulder.

"It turns out you can understand the feelings of Flowers. In fact, mama does not know what flowers want to talk about," he explained.

Flowers blushed in shame. He felt the same way as Khumaira. Artha seemed to be able to read her thoughts that were too difficult to express. Today, Flowers are starting to get a little interested in her.

"really?" Artha looked at the Flower from behind her mother's back.

Beautiful face Red flowers meet. He immediately lowered his face because he did not want to be seen by Artha. His heart was like the first spring after a long winter. He forgot his bitter taste of being left married by Pras.

"How-ever, Mama, tuh," said Artha.

"Huh? The mama? Mom's feelings don't say anything. Why are you blaming your mom?" asked Khumaira who was confused as to where Artha was talking.

"Yes, because .. Mama, earlier said Flowers and Artha sehati indirectly. Flowers are so embarrassed, right," he said with confidence.

Khumaira turned to the Flower. The girl shook her head strongly. She may have admitted that she was embarrassed.

Alden followed Bunga because Maya was crying. She swallowed the saliva as her eyes caught the beautiful body wrapped in a soft navy blue sleeveless dress. The small waist curve of the Flower made Alden's mind go wild.

His waist fits perfectly into my arms. Wish I could really hold her.

"Al, give Maya to me" said Bunga, who had changed his clothes.

Unfortunately, his body was closed again.

Alden gives Maya. Her dirty mind still imagined the sexy body of Flowers while wearing the blue dress. Daydreams are more wild when imagining if the Flower wears a thin dreamy nightgown.

"I'm really aroused," he murmured involuntarily.

"What did you say, Al?" ask the Flower with narrowed eyes.

The flower heard his murmur as it stood not far from him. The Heart of Flowers was like a big hammer hit. The man said something nasty nearby when he didn't look like a jerk.

"Huh? There aren't. I have to go see a friend. I go first, Bunga, Artha, Ma."

"Yes. Be careful on the road, honey," Khumaira replied.

While Artha and Bunga only nodded small. They say goodbye to Khumaira. Flowers worry Maya's grandmother is looking for her. He returns home to Artha, although he wants to refuse. Khumaira kept looking at him until Bunga was not happy to refuse Artha's offer.

On the way, Artha suddenly pulled over her car in front of a minimarket.

"Are you in love with my sister?"

"Huh?"

*Connected*