That boy is my wife!
Loh, Kok?

Two days after our real honeymoon. Jiya and I decided to go back home. End our uwu days, spring in Korea.

Ah, really felt soap opera yesterday.

Only, for now I need to return to the reality of my super busy life. As always, make friends with the files that accumulate on the workbench. Occasionally, attend meetings or meetings with clients.

Jiya herself, also started to return to work in my office. Although it's still an OB, but I saw him like it so much. And do all his work properly.

Really, deh. My wife is the best.

"Sir Ferdi!" call Gisel, shortly after knocking on the door. Then get into my room.

"Yes, Cell. Is there anything I need to help you with?" my many.

I saw Gisel breathing heavily. Like I have a severe problem.

"There is no sir. Oh yeah, I heard yesterday you were on vacation to Jeju, yeah?" ask her carefully, like a girl who ensures her thunderous speech so as not to be hurt.

I myself am just a mangosteen. Lazy throw a line-two lines to answer Gisel's speech just now.

"Who's same? Eum, I don't think you have a boyfriend yet, you know." Again, Gisel charged at me with questions.

It's true that he said, if I don't have a girlfriend. It's just, I'm married, Cell. Unfortunately, Jiya asked me to keep it a secret as long as she was still working here as an OB.

Secretly, that rese boy was worried about me. He said, if everyone knows, if the OB in their company is a wife, Mr. Director. Could ruin my good name as the man of every female employee here.

In addition, Jiya also does not want her safety threatened, if everyone knows that she is my wife. Well, it might take a while to publicly announce the little girl as my wife.

"Well, I don't have a boyfriend. Why the hell?" I asked Gisel back. Which now looks wrong in the place where he stands.

"Keep, Mr to Jeju, what's the matter?"

Turning the eyeballs lazily, I answered. "Watch the TXT concert."

Unexpectedly, Gisel suddenly shrieked loudly. While jumping a few times, with the hand that he punched into the air, while saying the word 'Yes' softly, but still I can hear.

"I'm also Moa! Well, it is not unexpected that Mr. Ferdi who seems cold, diem-diem ngefanboy," he said happily.

My eyebrows involuntarily frowned next to. "Moa? The fanboy? What's that term?"

"Don't tell me, Mr. Ferdi is a new fan. Here, I'm clear a little. Moa's the fandom name is TXT. Eum, like their fan group who was given one name so, Moa. If Fanboy, it's a term to name a fan who likes to one of the Korean girl groups or boybands. How do you understand, sir?"

I'm just a beard, while beroh-ria. In fact, the original did not come back because of the grubber.

Let alone the explanation of Gisel, Jiya who often even every day I see ngefangirl and poison me so that love the same perkpopan also can not be.

Wanna wonder, but I really don't like the same things. Else, tell me that I was treated to other things. Kayak, talk in public or manage a business. Maybe, I can.

"If it's done, you can go back to your place. My job is still stacked up here. So don't bother!" I said deliberately insinuating that made Gisel, scratching the back of his head embarrassed. Then move back, towards the exit.

An hour after Gisel's departure. I felt quite sleepy, so I decided to order a cup of black coffee over a short phone call.

And either by chance or it's Jiya's job to get into my room. The two of us were able to meet, after almost a day of busy with our respective work.

"This sir, drink the coffee dong first. Mumpung is still hot, guaranteed your drowsiness is gone," said Jiya who made me smile immediately when she saw the coming.

Jiya who heard my call, instantly covered my mouth with her palm. Then, look around so miserably.

"Are you afraid of being discovered?" godaku's.

Jiya looked grunting. Then pinched my stomach hard. Made me complain straight away.

"Ih, sick tofu, Yang!"

Glaring sharply, the rese boy then replied. "Somehow, we agreed to keep it a secret. Just stay, lemes, mouth. What does Ferdi want, anyway?"

"My mother?" I repeat with a smile. "You're given rations. Don't mind if you are Yang, my brother has been fasting for almost a week, this."

I see, Jiya's eyebrows are raised next to her. Then with her sweet smile, she brought her face closer to mine.

"You want rations, yeah? Here I cut the bird, let's not ask for a mulu ration. Anyway, just last night we were nervous, still asking! Not tired of what?" sarkas Jiya, holding out my ear is similar to what Momi usually does every time I make a mistake.

Fiks, I look like a husband who is afraid of his wife. Oh Gosh's! Is this what Papi and Daddy feel well, if scolded by their respective wives?

It's more fun than watching a horror movie.

"S-sick at all, which. Duh, what if my ears are red next?" I groaned as I begged to be released.

Jiya herself, turned it even harder. Although it's only a few moments.

"Eatya, next time if invited cooperation that's a real dong."

"Yes, yes!" reply nurut, already like a kind of child Kindergarten who again diomelinnya maamahnya time home get a big zero value.

Feeling pity, Jiya then cupped my cheeks with both hands. Then, steal the kiss on my lips as fast as lightning.

"Today, just a little stick," he said slowly, running towards the exit.

However, I grabbed her wrist, and squeezed her body right into my office door.

"Om, this inget is still in the office, you know!" he said riled up as I stuck my head behind his ear, then down into the neck niche on the right.

Kissed her pretty much there, leaving a slightly wet red trail and making Jiya moan restrained.

"O-Om Ferdi, i-it's ... Uhh, there's a Ta-tante lemper in Luaaahhrr!" his groan was stifled, which made me want to do more.

"What's? I'm not denger?" I deliberately teased Jiya, while showering her with a kiss that made her feel even more indifferent.

"Om Ferdi, uhhh!"

"Hold your moaning voice, if you don't want us to be found out," I replied, immediately reciprocated a slow nod of Jiya's head.

It was just that, when the rese boy agreed. I chose to stop it. Let me know how he feels, because I just knocked my ear off.

"Well, why stop?" jiya asked innocently which I replied with a big smile in the form of a toothpaste advertisement.

"This target is still in the office, so you better go back to the kitchen there. Hus! Hus!" throw me out with a hand that wilfully wags, similar to expelling a chicken.

Jiya who heard it immediately pouted then exited my room with a jolted step.