THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 80~

~I CAN ASK, CAN'T I?

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"Mas...?" Amara flicked her hands to Akmal's dreamy face.

"Huh-yes?" Akmal gasped, then nodded for a while. The daydream evaporates with the call of Amara. "Why, Ra?" In fact, he still called out the name with a distinctive voice like he used to.

"Hem... I'm home, huh? The afternoon rush," said Amara after a glance at the clock that was coiled in the hand. Apparently, the time has shown at two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Cock, rush? Is the shopping done?" Akmal seems unwilling to let Amara go from before him. The shingles are not yet fully treated. Yes, even though he knows that this time of longing is already off limits to him.

Amara nodded, then gave an excuse. "Udah. Everything I need is bought." Showing his grocery pack to Akmal.

Akmal glanced at the bag in Amara's hand. Suddenly he was curious about what the woman was buying.

"Toy? Barbie Dolls?" akmal asked, staring alternately between Amara and her groceries. A rather large toy box, featuring Barbie dolls, became Akmal's focus.

"Hmm...this?" Amara lifted up, then opened the bag she was carrying.

"Yes. Who's that for? You're still a stuffed toy?" akmal's claws, chuckling small until his narrowed eyes narrowed even more.

"Ah, yes no, Mom! Here, yes, for my son," said Amara and at that moment made Akmal stop his laughter.

"Kids?" Akmal's forehead frowned. As far as she is concerned, Amara has just gotten married, and it is unlikely that she will have children in the near future.

"Yes. My son."

"Seriously?" Akmal's forehead is shrinking.

"Seriously, Mas" replied Amara with a very sweet smile according to Akmal.

There is a real sense of unwillingness. Amara has a child that Akmal himself has never seen. Akmal scratched an eyebrow while thinking of asking more of the woman who was today wearing that milk-brown jumpsuit.

"Aren't you married long ago, Ra?"

Akmal's question was reasonable by Amara, because the man had no idea about himself at all. "Hem. He's my adopted son, Mas."

"Lifting child?"

Amara nodded.

'Mara has a foster child?'

"But, not just a foster child. He has me as my real son" continued Amara, making Akmal more impressed with him.

"Keep, now where's your son? How come you're not shopping?" The curiosity in Akmal's heart grew bigger. As it turned out, there were many things he did not know about Amara.

"Hmm. He's on medication, Mas. In Singapore,"

"Medicated? In Singapore? What's the pain, Ra? How come you were taken there?" Indeed, Akmal could not hide his curiosity and enthusiasm to listen to Amara's story. "Here, Ra." He also led Amara to a place that was not too many visitors.

"Aduuhhhh. If I tell a story afraid not to rush the time," said Amara who seemed to be in a hurry. As time goes by, it gets faster. He must return to the apartment on time.

"Oh, okay-okay. I understand. Where are you going, anyway? Is it in a hurry?"

"Babies...." Akmal instantly turned listless. Wanted to linger with Amara here. However, he forgot that the woman already had her own family. "See you later, Ra...."

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It didn't take long for Amara to arrive at the apartment. Once inside, he immediately placed his groceries on the table in the living room. Step into the kitchen and open the refrigerator. His throat was dry, and his head was dizzy.

Today was quite exhausting, many unexpected events had happened to him. His encounter with Vanilla was something he never expected at all. Moreover, when considering the nature and attitude of her husband's ex-wife.

"Whoops..." Take a tired breath, then pull the chair at the dining table. A glass of cold water was already in her hands, and Amara immediately drank it slowly.

The cold water instantly made his throat wet and his heart that had felt hot became cool.

"A hour and a half three more." Amara glanced at the digital clock attached to her kitchen wall. A few moments later his gaze switched to the sound of the unit passcode being pressed.

The door was wide open and Galang appeared from there with his trademark smile. Amara quickly approached the husband who wanted to embrace her. Spill everything on that guy.

"Buck...." The spoiled voice of Amara who embraced the towering and dashing body, suddenly made Galang's smile wider.

"Hey...." Galang embraced the small body to be more docked in his body. The fragrance of Amara's perfume tickles and seduces her. And, because he could not stand it, Galang rained a kiss on the top of Amara's head. "Why? Kangen, huh?"

Enough with a hug like this alone, able to make Amara's heart calm and feel comfortable. Moreover, the kiss given Galang as the most efficacious medicine. Her voice, her treatment, her nature, had managed to draw Amara even further on the charm of Galang.

"Yes...."

Ah, hearing Amara's spoiled voice, instantly awakened something down there. Galang growled slowly to neutralize the desire that suddenly appeared. Trying to refrain from lunging at his wife right now. Here, at the door.

A warning from Aldo, apparently he still remembers. Not want to make Amara exhausted, because his condition is still not recovered.

"You just got home, huh?" galang asked and answered a nod from Amara who was still in the arms. "Yes already. Break briefly. We'll be leaving for the airport at five."

"Mas don't go with you?" Amara turned her face away to look up and looked at Galang from below. Why does her husband have such a tall body. Amara so must continue to tiptoe if you want to kiss him.

Lowering his gaze, to bring together his manic and Amara's bead. Galang short kissed those rannum lips. "Couthful. Come with you."

Amara's lips grinned wide. "Seriously?" He seemed pleased with Galang's reply. Eventually, he was able to leave together for Singapore.

Galang's palm stretched out, stroking Amara's cheek fondly. "Seriously, dong... My time of heart, how come my most beautiful wife is leaving alone? To be kidnapped I'm a thief." Once again he kissed Amara's lips, then grabbed her for a moment.

"Hem.. start the fight." Amara's hands were itching not to follow touch. His spring jemari explored every jaw carving Galang said. From such a short distance away, she could stare as fully as her husband's handsome face.

Starting from the eyes, down to the nose, then thin lips that always throw sweet words. What is in Galang seems to be a special attraction for this man. His beautiful look, his charming smile.

"Mas, can I ask you a question, can't I?" said Amara interrupted his busyness admiring the good looks of Galang. The manic never got tired of looking at that beautiful face.

"Can...." Galang still wrapped his hands around Amara's waist. Sometimes he kissed Amara's nose.

Amara's eyelids blinked for a moment, thinking about asking the right questions.

"Hmm... Why do you and your ex-wife have no children?

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seriate...