The Cold Wife

The Cold Wife
Chapter 98


Currently Mala and Bian are already in a luxurious room with a touch of modern interior design. Mala greatly admired her husband's room. That would probably be his room as well.


"For a while, we'll stay here. I have prepared my house in Jakarta. The house there is bigger than this. I still have business until next month here." Bian said as he got up from his wheelchair. Only in the room and with his wife Bian can show his true identity. He stepped surely toward Mala who was standing in front of a window that immediately showed the breadth of the house.


Mala gasped in shock as the husband's burly hand coiled perfectly in her stomach. Mala smiled and touched the burly arm. "Bian, this place is so beautiful. I'd rather stay here."


"If that's what you want, we can stay here." Sahut Bian while tucking his wife's smooth shoulders unobstructed by cloth. Because Mala has now opened her outer. To show his smooth white back. Because the dress is slightly open on the back.


"Then what about your job in Jakarta?" Mala asked, twisting her body so she could see the husband's face.


"We can go home, or I'll appoint someone in charge of the company." Bian said so casually.


Mala smile. Then looked at Bian's slightly flushed cheek from his slap. Mala's hand moved to touch her husband's cheek. "Is it really painful?" Mala asked slightly grimaced as her hand touched Bian's cheek. And it managed to invite a smile on her husband's face.


"I'm the one who's hurt, why are you grimacing, honey?"


"Because I caused it" Mala said feeling guilty.


"It's my fault for making you angry. But I liked you earlier. You look so sexy when you're angry." Bian teased his wife


"Dian!" Mala looks upset. "So I was really angry, it's nice that woman kissed you in public. I haven't tried it yet. But that was it. I wanted to surprise you. You even surprised me." Omel Mala hit Bian's chest slowly.


"Sorry, next time I won't let anyone touch yours." Bian's whisper that managed to make his wife's cheeks blush.


"You're so pretty when you blush like that." Praise Bian while bringing the wave closer. Then the sex lips were successfully fused with the sweet lips of the wife. And that intimacy lasted long enough.


Bian let go of his lash and let the wife breathe in some fresh air. "I still have a gift for you, honey."


Mala looked into the dark eyes of her husband. Waiting for Bian to show the prize. "Close your eyes." Pinta Bian's.


Mala closed her eyes slowly. Bian slightly moved away from his wife. Then reached into his wretched pocket and pulled out a beautiful necklace. Without many words, Bian put aside his wife's hair. Then put that thing on the neckline of the wife.


Mala immediately opened her eyes and touched the thing. But his eyes were on Bian. Mala knew it was the necklace she wanted. A beautiful necklace specially designed by her husband for her.


"Thank you" Mala said with tears in her eyes. "I never thought I'd get a husband as sweet as you, Bian."


"I never thought I could have a wife as beautiful as you."


Mala blushed in shame. Then suddenly he remembered something. "Bian, what about the contract?" Ask Mala a little doubt.


"I burned it the day after the wedding." Reply Bian with ease.


"What?" Mala was very surprised to hear that. Bian who felt threatened also began to stay away from his wife.


"Because I knew you'd fall in love with me. That's why I burned it without your knowledge." It was clearly Bian who shot straight towards the bathroom.


Bian who heard that could only giggle amusedly in the bathroom.


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In the evening, Bian brings Mala to eat at a fancy restaurant. But the woman was still on strike because of the incident this afternoon. How not, Mala wants to beat Bian. And instead, Bian beat his wife all out on the bed. Until Mala couldn't move. That guy is completely crazy. Of course, Bian was also a normal human being who could not hold back his desires for too long. And now that Mala is giving that chance, Bian is making very good use of it.


"Darling, the food is eaten. Kasian if only looked at." Bian said he tried to get his wife to talk.


"I hate you, Bian." Upset Mala stuffed the piece of meat into her mouth in annoyance.


"I love you too, dear." Bian pulled Mala's hand and kissed her gently. Mala quickly pulled him.


"What's our honeymoon next month?" Bian asked who managed to attract Mala's attention.


"We've done it," ketus Mala has no appetite to chew her food.


"Your place determines. I can't take you on vacation anytime soon, because I'm doing a lot of work. Next month is a good time." Not the name Bian if you give up easily.


Mala was silent for a long time while occasionally glancing at Bian who was enjoying the dish. "I want to go to Korea, can we go there?"


Bian's movement was stifled when he heard his wife's wishes. Bian looked at Mala with the sweetest smile. "We're going there."


"Thank you" Mala said, continuing her meal. Bian who saw that was unceasingly smiling.


After dinner, Bian took his wife around town. He knew Mala needed a new atmosphere. Bian turned to his wife, a smile was created when he saw Mala so enjoy the charm of the night in the city of Surabaya.


"You tired?" Bian asked who managed to attract the attention of his wife.


"Little." Sahut Mala who then returned to pay attention to the sighting of the city at night.


"Are you still mad that I did that to you?" Again Bian's question got Mala's attention. The woman looked at her husband deeply.


"I'm not angry or sorry at all, you're my husband, Bian. It's just that I'm still pissed at you. Because I haven't taught you a lesson." Mala replied linking her lentic fingers on the sidelines of Bian's big fingers.


Bian smiled and clenched his wife's hand. "You can teach me a lesson anytime, because I'm always by your side. I will always love you until the end of my life, my wife."


Mala smiled and got closer to her husband. Then rest his head on Bian's shoulder. "Don't leave me, Bian. I'm still afraid of the word abandoned."


Bian pecked at his wife's head. "I'll never leave you, baby."


"I believe you, Bian."