THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 65~

~NAFKAH BORN.

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Today Galang will take Amara to a new place of residence. The apartment he had just bought was ready to be occupied. At three o'clock in the afternoon Galang and Amara left for there. Without explaining anything, Amara's husband immediately took her away. As a result, Amara scowled, upset that Galang only replied he wanted to give a surprise.

The distance between the office and the apartment only takes about fifteen minutes. Not only that, the location is also close to the Mall and very strategic.

However, it looks like Galang wants to take his wife shopping first. Buying necessities that are not yet available. Therefore, Galang turned his car in the courtyard of a shopping center. He wants Amara to buy whatever her needs, and the need for an Apartment.

The initially sullen face turned to wonder as Galang's car stopped in a place that was very crowded with several cars lined up neatly. Amara scanned from the glass, then slightly opened it.

Her head looked out, then turned to her husband who was unbending his seatbelt. "Well, Mom, what are we doing here?" his question was immediately greeted with harshness.

"Yes, go buy it, honey. Time to check? You are, there is-there is." Galang chuckled while pinching Amara's nose. Then he was met with a grudge by the woman.

"Gee! I'm the one, Mas!" Amara looked up, facing the window again, and facing her chest. It seems that he is still upset because Galang who did not tell him where to go, but apparently went here.

"Hey, don't sulk, honey. It will be beautiful." With ignorant Galang actually stole a kiss on Amara's cheek, then took something out of his wallet. "This is for you, honey. Wear it as you like. Make personal and other needs. It's no limited, so you can pack for anything." A black card was thrust into Amara's face.

At once Amara turned her head, frowning as she looked at the card her husband was holding.

"This is for me?" ask her with eyebrows to look at each other. Amara did not understand Galang's intentions. He doesn't understand cards or anything.

Smiling with a nod of the head. "Yes, my most beautiful wife... It's for you. Is there anyone else, huh, besides us in this car?" Again, because of anxiety, Galang stole a kiss on the lips of his wife who thawed.

"Mas! If anyone sees it, how do you try it?" Amara glanced, while looking around the parking lot that was quite crowded. Even if he was in the car, someone would see him from the outside.

He laughed, "It won't. The car's glass is dark from the outside, so no one will see us. You just calm down. Or do you want some more, hm?" he said while raising his eyebrows with a seductive smile.

Jesus...my husband...!

Amara only shook her head while rolling her eyeballs upwards.

"So, would you like me to go shopping?" Amara asked again.

"Not." Galang. "This shopping mall is a need that we will need later. So Mas want you to choose anything that is suitable for the needs of the house. You understand, don't you mean Mas?"

Amara nodded. "Don't."

"Actually Mas want to love this semalem, but Mas even overslept because of fatigue. It's because you're the one who made Mas can't sleep." Scattered with teasing, a mischievous smile rose on his lips.

"Enak. That's what keeps me from sleeping." Amara interjected not to take the blame for a mistake she did not commit at all. There is precisely Galanglah who pranks it all out. After making love in the room, her husband continued his intimate activities on the sofa and bathroom. Then, it continued with the dawn raid.

Amara then nodded confused. What does she need? He feels he has enough of what he has now. The house is there, clothes are there, even just two days ago Galang bought it. A paycheck? He also has a salary and savings.

"Mas, is this not excessive? I don't think I need it, though. You can give me enough for a month. Later if abis I'll be able to ask again. I don't want to pack this." Amara refused for a ludicrous reason.

When other women liked something that smelled of money, his wife refused to be given excess money. Galang chuckled amusedly, then rubbed Amara's cheeks.

"Darling .. horrified, yes. It's not a matter of bragging or baseball. I want to touch you, what is wrong? This is my duty as a husband. You are now Mas's wife. Wife of a Galang Aditya Pratama. You do not need to think this is excessive or not. Sincerely, because it is Mas intend to be happyin you. Not just an inner living that is fulfilled, a birth income is also important. I want you to live a decent life, without lack of anything. Wanna?"

The long talk from her husband, clearly made Amara moved. Being owned by this man alone had never been in his mind. Now, he was just showered with love, fulfilled his needs, his food stamps. Amara was convinced that she was not wrong in choosing. Galang is indeed the best man he has ever met in his entire life. His sense of responsibility is also so great. Strong and very loving.

His fingers stuck to Galang's cheeks, rubbing him gently as he said, "Love, yes, Mas. I'll use this as necessary. Because Mas is also the one who makes it, so I hold this card." Amara put it into the wallet she used to wear.

"Well, that's dong. That's a submissive wife." Galang kissed Amara's forehead very long and deep. "Yes already. We're down now. You can choose anything. Later you shop for kitchen needs too, yes, dear. I want to make you feel."

"What would you eat? Let me buy the material."

"Mas again want to eat rice grilled content of basil chicken. Same balado quail eggs that you were cooking at your house, Ra."

"Oh, ready, Boss!" Amara put her palm on her head as if paying her respects to her husband.

Galang laughed, then tidied up Amara's slightly messy hair. "You're this. Here I really used to have her hair." She slipped a strand of Amara's hair behind her ear while blurting, "honey there's no mask."

"Mask?" Amara's forehead frowned. "Make what?"

"Create your pretty face. Mas unwillingly, your face became the center of attention of the men out there," said Galang while peeling repeatedly the back of his wife's hand which he thought was very beautiful. There was a sense of disrelief tucked in his heart when he saw Amara in the face by other men.

The turn of Amara who chuckles, her husband is very excessive. "There are you, Mas. Yuk, come down!" Amara quickly cut off this conversation, she just did not want Galang to talk more and more.

"Be serious, Amara..."

"I'm serious, too, Mom...."

"Heuhh!" Galang gave a short sigh. Then, get out of the car first, although his feelings still feel not calm, while Amara just shook her head.

"Funny you, my mother." He giggled to himself, remembering Galang's rapidly changing face.

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seriate..