The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Arogan
Chapter 68's

After a long journey, Michael and Laura arrive at Wilson's residence. The house looked quiet because it was still too early.

"Darling, you go rest first! I want to go straight to Papa" Michael said to his wife upon their arrival under the stairs.

Laura simply nodded, watching the back of the husband who was stepping further and further into the other side of a room. They were together for a while like a couple in general. Will they be separated due to circumstances?

Michael entered the father's room after knocking and saying hello, then got an answer. He looked at where the middle-aged man was, already neatly groomed with a full uniform attached to his body.

"Papa, will you go now?" asked Michael without further ado as he stepped closer.

"You've come." Argon turned. He had previously died, but was back in good health. Of course this made him get other duties in the military. "Papa, gotta go. They sent Papa as Hunter Killer."

If Argon usually served as the leader who guards the border. Different this time. Because he had to be the shadow captain of the special protective team for the leader of the country. This is because their captain disappeared somewhere, so the only way is to send Argon. However, their existence must be like a ghost. Even the troops did not have any identity when they were on duty. So if you experience the unlucky fate that leads to death, there are no more people who are looking and will only mengikhlaskan because before leaving, the special teams are also bound by the agreement.

"Papa, go alone?"

Argon nodded. "But my hunch says bad times. It looks like there will be a big shake-up in the government. You must be prepared in your own way. Don't let your guard down! They won't buy time this time."

"Good, Pa. Leave everything to me."

"One more." Argon wore a hat before continuing the sentence. "Jaga Laura was good. Papa left him to you. May your destiny not be as complicated as what Papa experienced. His hands wade through this life together. Papa believes you'll always be there for him."

Michael understood what his father said. "What, Papa doesn't want to see him before he leaves?"

Argon fell silent, eager to hug Laura before her departure. However, whatever the force, the guilt was too tormenting for him without him asking. "Papa this is for Laura. Leave it to him if anything happens to Papa."

"Pa—"

"Papa go first." Argon patted the son's shoulder slowly, before passing away leaving the residence.

Meanwhile, after delivering the departure of the father, Michael also returned to the room. He saw where the wife was standing facing the window. Slowly Michael wrapped his hands around Laura's stomach, so close that every breath could be felt by his wife.

"He went alone?" laura asked, breaking the silence.

Michael nodded, the man's head lowered, inhaling the scent of the body from the curve of the wife's neck, what a calming thing. "Are you still unable to forgive him?"

The mood was silent again. Not a word of answer came out of Laura's mouth, but in her heart was quite sliced with that question. What right has it to not forgive Argon? At least the man did not leave his mother with a happy life with another woman.

It wasn't Argon that didn't deserve to be forgiven, but did Laura deserve that apology? It should have been done by his mother. Unfortunately the rice has become porridge. What has happened cannot happen again. Maybe it was his destiny to live a kara from the beginning.

Unknowingly imagining all of that, it caused warm circles to gather in Laura's eye patch. As if understanding what was going on with his wife, Michael turned the trembling body around and brought it into the deck. He gently stroked the head of the wife, while another hand rubbed the small back.

Only a nod could Laura give in response. Although it is difficult to accept all this, but he will try to be strong, and help his husband and father, annihilating those who have dared to disturb his life for a long time.

"Mich."

"Hm."

"Are you going to do the job again?"

"King Master is an empty leader at the moment. Papa's gone, and John. You know the mask has been exposed, it's impossible for us to trust him with everything. At least I have to go there, for the sake of designing another plan ahead."

"That means you're going away for a long time?"

With a heavy heart, Michael's head moved up and down, confirming what the wife said because that was the fact.

"Then I'll come."

The frown on Michael's forehead suddenly fused his eyebrows together. "Darling, are you sure? It's a dangerous place. Not a playground."

"You want to underestimate me, and you want to leave me here alone? Didn't you say you'd always be there for me? Cih, it seems like all of that is unbelievable." Issuing a sulking mode, Laura released her hand that was coiled around the body of the husband and turned around like a child who was forbidden to eat ice cream.

"Dear." Michael immediately sat down next to his wife, but Laura seemed to have no intention of turning her face away. With a heavy, Michael sighed. "All right, you can come. But follow what I say. Don't act alone like before!"

"really?" A happy sparkle immediately poked out on Laura's face. The woman immediately hugged her husband, placed both hands on the man's cheeks, and gave a kiss all over his face. "You're the best husband."

For the first time Laura praised Michael after what the man had done. A small smile she gave in return. "Women are different when they get what they want" Michael murmured.

"of course! Do not expect women to obey a husband who does not want to hear his wife's request! Especially if you're being stingy. Oh no, just imagine that I'm reluctant. Nay! Don't be like that."

"Alright because your wish has been realized what if we continue what is delayed. Once I'm in base I'll definitely be busier than usual." Slowly Michael carried the body of the wife, under Laura's confinement as if he did not run out of sense.

"Mich, aren't you tired. How about we just take a break or pack the goods? You'll be late."

Michael quickly nodded. "Our child's ears won't be perfect if they don't taste it."

"Mich."

Again the heat struggle husband and wife again happened. Love after marriage, due to being separated for too long is now increasingly fertilized until fertile. Although they do not say love, they always prove it by action. Dreams ahead in the hope of living in peace make them more compact than ever before.

To Be Continue's....