The Successor's Wife of the President
Weird dream

Somewhere else...

Denna was standing right in front of the door of a man's apartment. The girl was suddenly nervous because of one thing. He had been pensive, spending hours looking for reasons not to come here. Though in reality, conscience compels him to keep his promises.

Klaaac... The sound of the door opening. Tomi who still uses a black shirt with a brown Apron was also surprised.

"Oh, is it coming?" He asked casually even though his chest was currently pounding. I want to smile happily, welcoming the arrival of the girl who has filled her head. However, all that sweet attitude he had not been able to show.

"I just arrived." Answering the origin, even though the girl had been standing in front of the door for almost half an hour.

Denna's current focus is on the man's chest, which is covered in a shirt with two unmounted buttons. Until it raises a wild visual that is beyond its own will.

Sjssshhhh... You like it? –A ******* soft near the ear makes Denna her own gaze. Yes, it was just an illusory sound created as a result of his strange dream last night.

"What's wrong?"

"Ti–no! It's okay.." come on, brain, come back clear. Please please...

"You, sure?" Tomi looked at the girl in front of him like she was nervous as usual.

"Yes. Of course." Come on, let's eat and go home.

"All right then. Please come in, I'll take this shit out first."

"Oh, fine." The girl shifted stiffly then entered hurriedly past Tomi's body. The man stepped quietly to the end of the apartment hallway which contained a large city filled with garbage.

"Huuuffft...!" The man sighed. "He came so fast? I just haven't finished preparing everything."

For a moment set the breath many times before finally back into his apartment unit.

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Inside the spacious room, the girl was fixated. Observe every ornament installed in the house.

"Why are you still standing?" Tomi asked as she saw Denna still standing in the corner dividing the two rooms.

"Surely waiting for the host to allow me to sit down" he replied.

"There–" Tomi Pointing to the kitchen area. Denna's forehead is wrinkled. One of his index fingers showed the same thing.

"Di–there?"

"Yes, sit her down on the dining table chair. Let me eat the food." Tom walked first. Denna followed behind.

The girl with the back hair in the booth stepped carefully. This apartment is very luxurious and spacious. All the stuff here must be expensive. Like a kitchen set with various facilities that he used to see in video applications belonging to rich people. Nearly eighty percent were not in his home.

"Sit down, I just need to finish it a little bit more."

"Yes, sir," replied stiffly. The girl pulled her dining table chair out and sat down.

Bluuptu... Bluuptu... The sound of boiling cooking sounded. The delicious aroma has actually been yelling since. Now Denna's gaze was fixed on the wide back of the man who was behind her. Although several times, the man was seen pacing back and forth taking this and that and then putting it on the table.

His tall and slightly muscular posture is not only perfect... But, it's a cook like that. Her mother-in-law would be proud to have a daughter-in-law like her. – the girl waved.

Quietly begins to charm his handsome and charismatic figure to make him return to the memory of his dreams.

Flashback...

Denna who just woke up somehow, felt tightness in the chest like never before. His breath was stinged, as a result of the heavy objects that overcame his body.

Denna had thought of experiencing sleep paralysis in her medical language, or maybe the overlap of subtle-bodies if our people call it.

Especially for the last assumption, success made him panic half to death.

Please anyone... Why is it so heavy? But, wait! what is this sound...?

A soft groan sounded in his ears. "Darling, wake up..."

Denna opened her eyes slowly. Where he saw a familiar face that lately often found him.

"Tu–Master Secretary? How is it possible." he murmured softly. What seemed to be bewitched was a beautiful smile that he had never seen, plastered before his eyes. The man was on it. Constant repeated pushing.

Me, and him? What do?

With a stupid and innocent face the girl seemed to enjoy it. His eyes closed softly, letting Secretary Tomi land a kiss on his lips gently.

Biiiipp... Biiiipp... Biiipp's...

The bluish net of the writer girl again opened wide. Like waking dreams. He only realized that his protection was also a dream. Yeah, dreams of having sex with Secretary Tomi. Isn't that ridiculous?

Denna's body was still stiff, lying in a supine position on her bed.

"Am I crazy?" He still doesn't think. Why his brain can bring up a slovenly visual in his dreams.

YOOOOOO!!!

Flashback...

The girl gasped as a bowl of still-steaming soup floated before her. Her dreams divorced instantly.

"What makes you daydream?" Ask Tomi's secretary. The girl blinked twice.

Is crazy...! This is not true.

"Miss, Denna? You okay?"

"Ti–no..." Shake fast, "yes, I'm fine."

"You're daydreaming a lot, huh? Usually talk a lot like an empty tin can that people kick," his laughter that seemed serious while throwing his butt in the chair.

What say? He likens me to an empty can? Fuck up!

"I'm just having a thrush. That's why I talk so much."

"Ohh. But you can still eat, right?"

"Yes, it's still." he answered, taking water and downing it.

What would he do if he knew I was daydreaming because of the dream of having sex with him. (London)

Tomi mangot. "Good, then please taste it. It's the opening dish."

A serving of crab soup that looks appetizing makes the girl stunned while putting her glass again.

"You're cooking crab soup?" Ask Denna. The man nodded.

"I don't know if it's going to taste good or not. Like in your house" he replied later.

Yeah, Tomi's been trying so hard to make crab soup since she came home to dinner at Denna's. Make him know. What kind of food is the girl's favorite.

Denna said the seriousness of Secretary Tomi even though his heart still did not dare to interpret. Slowly, his right hand grabbed the spoon that was tucked over the feeding napkin.

I hope you like it. Secretary Tomi's mind when he saw Denna's hand began to sneak soup and taste it.

The girl's eyes slightly widened towards the bowl before her.

"Woaaah, I don't believe this..."

"How's it?"

"It's delicious! It's delicious."

"really?" Tomi tried. Honestly, he did not expect, the soup made successful. Tomi's lips smiled faintly.

"You're so great, Mr. Secretary. Your wife will be proud to have a husband who cooks like this."

"You sure he'd be proud?" Tomi smile. Denna's words made her happy.

"of course. If I have a husband who is good at cooking will be very happy. So no need to bother cooking, just tell him to prepare his own dinner dishes," he said innocently while laughing.

"Oh my God, what a pity your husband will be. Maybe at that time the TV station will be crowded with news KDRT, where a husband is upset because his wife does not want to cook for him."

"Haha...! You're like normal people, you can predict the future." Laughs. Same with Tomi who just shake his head.

I'd rather teach you and we cook together. Maybe it can avoid our KDRT case. –Tomi also smiled, thinking some time further ahead. After that put a mouthful of crab soup into his mouth.

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Assalamualaikum Friends. sorry it has started to update very rarely nih. the reason, because actually this novel is over. so what I wrote is only limited to additional parts. hehehe... so I want to directly stick the final label yes.thanks to those who have followed.

tomorrow inshaAllah is still updating kok. because I also again started writing the continuation of the Pijo.