THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 58~

~AKMAL.

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Along the way back from the court, Amara felt at ease in the car, not interested in starting a conversation or conversation with her husband. His mood is still heating up. Vanilla's shadow when hugging Galang continued to flutter in memory, as if reluctant to get away from the mind.

"Milk ...." Take a deep breath to reduce the feeling of tightness that hit. Amara's gaze continued to stare into the car window which he deliberately opened a little bit of the top. This afternoon wind was quite soothing to his heart that felt hot. However, he was unable to answer his own question.

'I why? Why do I feel like I did not want to squirm Vanila meluk Mas Galang earlier. What's the matter? Why is it so painful and hot?' As she sat Amara stroked her throbbing chest.

The woman was too innocent to be able to interpret the feelings that are now entwining her.

Feeling something strange about Amara's attitude, Galang continued to notice the change in his wife's look. From the court to get into the car, Amara did not make a sound. He became anxious when Vanilla's words again affected and hurt Amara.

Galang was delighted when Amara successfully fought Vanila and claimed that she was her husband.

"That was so cool, Ra. I didn't know you could be bold and bold. To be honest, I feel very happy that you claim me to be your husband." Saying so, Galang could not help but smile, a sign that his heart was in a very happy condition.

"Aren't you my husband?" Amara glanced at a glance uninterestedly looking over. His tone sounded discordant, like there was something he was holding back and trying to cover up. Then, bite his lower lip firmly while creeping the end of the skirt span limited to the knee.

The heat was back feeling. It felt like he was yelling earlier, cursing and flattering Vanila. However, not realized. Amara has a pretty good self-control. He is rarely angry with others. However, when he saw Galang being touched by another woman, his instinct as a wife immediately appeared.

Yeah, maybe just my instincts as a wife.

'Maybe I am jealous? I'm jealous to see Mas Galang snatched up by his ex-wife?'

"His husband? So just because it's the ales? No other alesan?" The fishing boat deliberately fished Amara. He was very worried about his innocent wife. Allegedly, maybe Amara has not realized his feelings. Clearly Galang was able to see the jealous flames from the look in Amara's eyes.

'Amara is so funny. I liked the way it was.'

"D-yes." Amara gulped with difficulty, Galang's question made her nervous, until it was tighter to scrape the fabric of her skirt.

Galang glanced at. "Why did he look in the window, Ra?"

"Huh? Eng ...." Amara moved uneasily and sat down uncomfortably. His head turned slowly to the side. "I'm-I'm sultry, Mas. Yes, sultry. So I looked at the window. Here, the glass I open a little let the wind in." He looked back at the window, then took a deep breath, then pursed his lips.

'He didn't lie at all.'

Galang's lips folded while his head was bearded. A sign that he was enough to agree with the reason Amara. Sultry? The car cooler is still functioning well, even the temperature inside here feels very cool.

Sillier.

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Galang turned into the restaurant courtyard to invite Amara to lunch.

"Why come here, Mum?" amara asked without looking at her husband. His intention is to go straight back to the office, in order to busy themselves with work.

"We'll have lunch first, Ra. It's lunch time." Galang inched forward after removing the circular seat belt on his waist.

Amara gasped and snorted because suddenly Galang approached him.

"Eh, what do you want?" His gaze went down to look at Galang's busy hand opening the seat belt hook. Amara smiled after knowing what her husband would do. "Thank you, Mom."

"Together." Damaging the top of Amara's head, Galang put his palm on his wife's cheek. "Let's go down, we'll eat first" he said, which sounded very distinctive to Amara's ears and he liked it a lot.

"Yes." Yeah." Amara nodded with sparkling eyes, staring at the wide back of the husband who came out first from the car. He circled the car, then opened the door for her.

"Come, Ra." Galang's hand was stretched out in front of Amara and quickly answered by the idol of the heart.

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"Sit down" Galang's pinta, who had first drawn a chair for Amara, arrived inside the restaurant.

"Thank you, Mom." Amara sat down comfortably, spreading her gaze around the quite crowded restaurant. "The restaurant is good."

"Yes. The food is good here, Ra. I used to stop by Kevin here when he ran out of court," great-grandson of Galang, very excited. I took Amara to this place to cheer her up.

"The person's message was like a damn thing to be the same Mas." What Amara meant was the waiter standing behind the entrance of the restaurant.

Smiling in response. "What are you pesen, Ra? Here's the famous steak," he bargained.

"I don't really like steak, Mas" said Amara, then leaned over and whispered, "don't make you full." Amara giggled afterwards while inching back.

Amara's laughter spread to Galang. "Nation? You want some rice?"

"Alright, I pesen rice Kebuli aja if that's what there is goat meat. Let it be strong." Galang chuckled intending to tease the wife.

"Hush! By the way, don't be pinched. Shame on people."

Jeez... This husband is always frontal and original talk. Amara's eyeballs glanced to the right and left sides of the crowded table. He was really embarrassed if they heard Galang's words just now.

"You're embarrassed to be funny again, Ra. Your face is red."

"Gee! That's it now, yeah. I already know I'm sprains instead made more sprains." Amara melengos, funny frown while crossing her arms in the chest.

Can Galang not tease her for now? His mood is not rusty.

Inching forward so as to stare more clearly at the face of the wry wife.

"You keel? Wh why? Why suddenly sprain? What was the incident in court? Huh yeah?" asked Galang who deliberately wanted to disturb Amara's heart. The corners of his lips were endlessly drawn to the side.

"What's? No! Not because of that, really," I'm still not willing to admit.

"Hmm .. Yes, if so don't snack like that." It is better to pretend not to understand. "What do you want to drink, Ra?" bargain Galang again, turning to stare at the menu book that was still in his hands.

"Ju melon, Mas."

"okay."

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A while passed, Galang and Amara finished filling up the stomach. When he was about to go to the exit suddenly Galang was pressed with the business of urinating.

"Ra, you wait a minute, yeah. I'm going to the toilet first."

"Yes, Mas. I'll just wait here."

"Start, really."

Galang re-entered the Restaurant in a slight hurry leaving Amara right at the restaurant's doorstep.

While waiting for her husband to return from the toilet, Amara was intending to check her phone, but at the same time a voice from the opposite direction called out to her.

"Marrata!"

Amara's gaze was fixed on the figure who was walking towards her. His eyebrows are linked while squinting. A face that was no stranger to him, yet he could not remember it at all.

"Hi ... Amara's right?" greet the man once in front of Amara.

"Yeah. I'm Amara. You ... who, huh? I'm like a stranger to your face." Amara took a look at the handsome man's face, her smile was very distinctive.

"You forgot who I am?" The man smiled revealing his teeth.

Scratching her head that suddenly felt itchy, Amara put on a plain look, then said, "Yes, I really forgot. Sorry."

"No problem" said the man. "that's another acquaintance. Introduce me Akmal." The man named Akmal extended a hand.

"Actmal? Mas Akmal who used to be a donor at my school, right?"

Akmal nodded. "Well, that's inget."

"Ah, sorry. I forgot, Mom." Amara immediately replied to Akmal's hand after successfully remembering.

"No problem. How are you?"

"Good, Mas. My own?"

"I'm good."

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seriate....

Watch out for jealous people, hihiiii...