The Marriage of Mr. Arogan
What's wrong with u, Memey?

Arriving home, they find Soffy relaxing in the back garden, accompanied by a cup of black coffee. Amey breathed a sigh of relief as she saw Soffy was fine.

"Grandma!" amey shouted from a distance.

Soffy complained to the source of the voice. "Hello all. Already home?" ask her with a smile.

Arsen, Amey, Zoey and Mark approached Soffy with fierce gazes. The old woman was astonished. His smile was wide, slowly fading. He guessed, whether there were until the four people looked at him with a serious look.

"Grandma, why did Grandma run away from the hospital?! Grandma made us all panic, Grandma!" cursed Zoey.

Holy hooch! So that's why they're looking at me like that? inner Soffy.

"Yes, Grandma! I was so worried when I heard the news, if Grandma was in the hospital for falling from a mango tree!" amey said again.

"Because of Nensi, I only got three rounds!" added Arsen cynically.

Everyone suddenly looked at Arsen in surprise. Amey immediately nudged Arsen's arm because she understood her husband's intentions.

"Dear what else! You'll end it yourself! Not Grandma's fault?!"

The astonished look moved towards Amey. Mark and Soffy only shook their heads when the couple did not control their speech. Zoey, the eighteen-year-old girl, was listening.

"Ehem!" Mark berdehem's. He became uncomfortable with the attitude of his two masters.

"Huhahah!" Soffy. "Now, you're the one who's hooked, Amey?!" the god plays the eye.

Realizing his words, Amey immediately widened her eyes. Her face flushed. There is no denying Nensi's speech, because it is true. Now Amey is very aggressive when it comes to bed.

"Why are we talking about this? You are, Honey! 'And I forgot my words to scold Grandma!"

"I'm again to blame," massaged his forehead.

"Who else is it? ... Mark? ... Zoey's? Yahh you!"

Soffy chuckled softly. Asikkkk they don't get angry. Thank you crazy son-in-law. Thanks to you Amey forgot what he said. Huhahah!

"All right, sweetheart. I'm wrong, you're always right" smiled forcefully.

Amey silence. It becomes emotional only with small problems. Yep! That's because the effects of pregnancy are still two weeks. Fortunately, Mr. Arogan was already bucin. So ready to give up for the sake of his beloved wife.

***

That night, the state of the mansion was again deserted. It's eleven o'clock in the evening but Arsen is still with his laptop. As the leader of the company he should not neglect to carry out his obligation to check every development of his business. Moreover, there are two companies that he must handle simultaneously.

Although Arsen's gaze looked serious staring at the laptop screen, but he always paid attention to his wife. Arsen felt more comfortable with a position that sat leaning on the head of the bed because it could be close to Amey.

Feeling the heat, Amey occasionally kicked his blanket and it made Arsen several times pull back the blanket and cover the body of his wife who only uses red lingerie.

"Memey, what's wrong with you? You look uncomfortable" muttered Arsen kissing his wife's forehead.

Sensing Arsen's gentle touch, the woman opened her still-loving eyes. "Darling, you haven't slept? What time is it?" lirih Amey's.

"Yet. It's eleven o'clock past seven minutes" staring at the wall clock. "Let's go to sleep again."

"All right." Amey hugged Arsen's burly arms and closed her eyes again.

The man looked back at his laptop screen. Suddenly a message came in through his email. "George?" muttered.

Arsen read the email. His sharpness turned flat. He looked at Amey who was asleep, then looked back at the monitor screen. "One week? That was a long time!"

The man objected to his sudden business trip. But how else, inevitably Arsen must do it, because it has a relationship with the cooperation between Diamond Group and WS Group.

"Darling, I can't sleep" whined Amey all of a sudden.

"What's wrong? You want something?"

"Hmm, I want you to sleep!"

"In a moment, yes, I have to reply to an email from George. After that I'll sleep."

Amey makes a face. He soaked his thin lips so that Arsen was forced to take off his laptop and lie down next to Amey.

"Okay, honey, I'm going to sleep. Don't frown anymore," hugged his wife and kissed Amey's head.

Amey smile. Actually he really wanted to be hugged Arsen. Because it makes it warm and comfortable. Arsen's body temperature really liked Amey. Moreover, the fragrance that was attached to her husband's skin.

"Memey, don't lure me anymore. I have to work tomorrow" Arsen said.

Arsen felt uneasy as Amey's hand started to slip in down there. Usually Arsen's hands are mischievous, but this time it's different. Amey's hands are starting to go wild looking for Arsen software.

Arsenic's body temperature is now heating up. A small groan began to sound in Arsen's mouth. He tried to withstand the turmoil of the eel, because if the eel raged, surely the duration of five hours would not be enough to satisfy the jockey down there.

"Ahhh, shhhh, Memey, not tonight. I-I'm going on a business trip tomorrow morning."

Jemari Amey has now reached her destination. She touched Arsen's sensitive object that began to pulsate, and it made her husband wiggle, wanting to eat Amey immediately. But considering that tomorrow morning he had to go to Germany with George, he abandoned his intentions.

If the struggle happens tonight, then tomorrow morning he can not take a business trip because surely he will wake up late. Moreover, the magic eel always asks for more and often crosses the agreed limit.

"Where are you going tomorrow?" amey asked to stop her hand play.

"Me and George are going to Germany to observe a hotel construction project that Mr. George signed last year. Dusley."

"How long?"

"One week."

"It's so long."

"Yes I know. I will miss you and our son."

Amey re-set up her pajamas. It was impossible for her to keep her husband from working, because it was such a thing, according to the Winston family culture.

"If you won't let me go, then I won't go."

"No Honey. I agree to it."

"All right."

In Amey's heart it was hard to let go of her husband for one week. But he also thought that he should not be selfish. Inevitably, dislikeingly, he must allow Arsen to leave.

"Then, I'm willing to double my rations for a week!" ketus Amey's.

The deg!

Arsenic swallows saliva. He could not refuse any more if Amey had frankly asked for it again. This afternoon sport was a short struggle as long as the two men fought. Therefore Amey asked him again for a weekly ration.

"All right, honey!" straight through Amey's body.

***

As usual, every morning Mark took the time to exercise to keep his body fit. That morning Mark chose to exercise in his apartment alone because the morning weather was not friendly.

Mark ran on the Treadmill for an hour and thirty minutes non-stop. And it made great sweat pour all over Mark's burly body. The roar of his breath that is not good makes the man more sexy and dashing.

Door bell apartment sounds. Mark halted his activities and immediately saw who was coming. He was astonished that someone had come to his place early in the morning. He also never received any guests other than Arsen. That too is rare.

He stared at a rectangular object attached to the wall near the door to see who was coming to see.

"Goshhh!" surging in shock. "Why does he know where I live!"

Mark looked long enough at the girl who had been standing at his door. Her clothes were a little wet from the rain. His lips had changed color to be extremely pale. He shivered from the cold.

With full force, Mark finally opened the door. Jen smiled stiffly at him. While Mark still with his flat face.

"Master red tie, may I come in?" door shivered.

"Can't!"

Bruckkkk!

Jen grabbed Mark's shoulder and barged inside. He could not endure the cold. "I'm sorry Mr. red tie. I'm so cold out there. You've been opening the door for so long!"

Mark is in disbelief. Jen can break into the cold man's house without permission from the owner.

"What-what-devil brought her here?!" muttered Mark riding apitam.

To be continued ...

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