The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor
Mistargeted

Aksa's car entered the parking area of the Apartment. Just after Roy's apartment unit, Aksa deliberately went out first to turn the direction to the big house, so that Raka did not follow him again.

"Come on..." Aksa spoke to himself.

He has to set his mood. Do not show this wrinkled face in front of the image. The woman should not see it with this condition, because Citra should not be stressed.

Aksa arrives in front of her apartment unit. Aksa pressed some of the password buttons of the apartment. His hand pushed the doorknob open. It's 12 p.m. The living room light is only turned on one, making the room less lighting, dim. Citra should have slept. As her feet went further into the room, Aksa had no intention of turning on the lights as she found Lena sleeping on the sofa, near the main room, where Citra was. Maybe because Aksa is not at home, sleeping on the sofa makes Lena can be more alert to take action when there are dangerous things that threaten Citra.

Roy's rented bodyguard was absolutely totality in the works. At least, it made Aksa relieved.

Aksa walks past Lena. Because the room is a little dark, making Aksa less focused attention to the road. Her feet accidentally stumbled on the end of the table, making the vase over her slightly sway. Aksa stopped her steps, turning her head towards Lena. The girl is still asleep. He also breathed a sigh of relief.

Instead of not wanting to interfere, Aksa instead gets a sudden attack from Lena.

Actually Lena can already read Aksa's presence from her footsteps. But the woman chose to pretend to sleep, when the moment fit, then she acted. Lena is not an abal-abal bodyguard who can be fooled.

When Aksa was caught off guard, Kena moved quickly. The woman in a short babydoll suit jumped off the sofa, grabbed Aksa's shoulders, turned Aksa's body to her back, then kicked her legs until Aksa knelt down. Lena slightly bent her body, locked Aksa's neck using her right hand and another hand twisted Aksa's hand backwards. With the position of Lena's right leg pressing Aksa's leg, making the man unable to wart.

"Who are you ? What business is it here ? Who told you to ? Answer !!" Lena strafed Aksa with questions as if she was a bad man who was sent here to harm Citra.

Because some of the headlights were not turned on, Lena could not recognize the man in front of her clearly.

Lena twisting Aksa's hand getting stronger. Aksa complained and cursed.

"You're crazy, huh ?! It's me, Aksa. Your boss !!!" aksa snapped annoyed while moving her body trying to break away.

"What ?!" Lena's shocked.

He immediately released his grip, freed Aksa's body, and ran to turn on the lights.

After the lights were all on, he looked at the man in front of him closely. And sure enough, it was Aksa, Citra's husband. He lowered his body a little forward.

"I'm sorry, boss." Lena apologized.

Aksa is still massaging her wrist that hurts.Lena's hand twisting is quite strong, making her body feel all pain. Lena laughed at Aksa without a sound.

"Light is off, sir. It doesn't seem obvious." said Lena embarrassed by her misguided attitude.

His right hand rubbed the back of his short-cut hair.

"Yes, next time don't be the victim !! If Roy's okay, I support !" muttered Aksa little jail. He likes to imagine if Roy should be in pain because of Lena's safety. It seems like the two of them can be in a match. Aksa giggled, as she passed past Lena.

Hearing the commotion in the living room, Citra woke up and went straight out of her room.

"Home home, Mommy ?" ask Citra while grabbing Aksa's right hand and then kiss her back.

"I'm sorry, baby. Because we're rowdy, so wake you up." regretted Aksa. His right hand rubbed the top of Citra's head.

The image linked his two eyebrows, a sign he was feeling astonished.

"The main light is dead, it's only natural that he's the wrong person. He sleeps on the couch and sees a man coming in at this hour, it's natural that the reflex is wearing a broom." Aksa explained.

"Huh ?! Sleeping on the couch ?" The image repeats the words of Aksa that he hears. He was surprised, why Lena can sleep on the sofa ?

"Yes, Mom. You're not home anymore, I just want to take care of you. Even though it could only hit him with a broom, it was already quite painful." Lena chimed in, answering the confusion of Citra.

The image just smiles.

The additional task of Lena jam so bodyguard is to maintain the confidentiality of her original identity as a bodyguard.

Because Citra knows, Lena hired Aksa as a domestic assistant. Citra is pregnant, she needs help in taking care of the house.

Hearing the confession of the two people in front of him made Citra surprised, looking at Aksa and Lena alternately.

"There are you,"

"Just sleep in the guest room, Len. You are not a bodyguard who can defend yourself. Don't be afraid of me for what. I'll be fine. No one will suddenly come here" Citra said.

His gaze shifted to pay attention to Aksa's flushed wrist. He grabs Aksa's hand and guides her to sit on the sofa.

"Please bring ice cubes in icebag put yes, Len." cinta Citra without taking her eyes off Aksa's hand.

"Good, Mom." Lena hurried to get what Citra asked for.

"Sick, mas ?" The image lifted its head and looked at Aksa full of pity.

"Here, Mom." Lena came and thrust the icebag that had been filled with ice cubes.

"Little." replied Aksa by narrowing her eyes like she was holding back pain. The image sat beside Aksa, starting to compress the stairs. Aksa's bruised. As Citra touched Aksa's wound with a cloth inside which was ice cubes several times, Aksa shuddered.

"Hold, Mas. God willing the healing of the spit. Just this small wound, most also the effect is a little pain if used to support the body during exercise." The image puts emphasis on when saying the word 'sport', making Aksa laugh. He understood his wife's intentions.

Aksa leaned her body slightly forward, whispering something in Citra's ear.

"Women on top." whispered Aksa.

Lena realized, at a moment like this, it was time for her to retreat. Aksa who saw Lena had already gone to the guest room and locked the door, making her perverted thoughts soar with excitement. Wild ! He took the initiative to do it in the living room.

Already receiving a signal from Aksa, Lena is unlikely to leave the room again.

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