The Tough Wife Belongs to Mr. Arogan
Mistakes

Morgan's expression immediately looked grim. He who originally showed a friendly smile now closed his lips and looked down sad. Megan as the wife of course can feel what is currently being felt by her husband. Although Morgan was her husband, even though she was a basket girl, Megan Queeni still loved this man more than anything.

"I'm sorry for bringing up the past. I just feel annoyed with the behavior of Mas who always flirt with every woman. As a wife, I am the perfect woman for you. Our names are compatible, 2M ... Alias Megan and Morgan, she shrieked Megan in a spoiled tone of voice, leaning her head on her husband's shoulders.

"Haha! You've always been good at entertaining. Sorry for the mistake, really just a fad. It is impossible to repeat the mistake. Only you are the woman in the heart of a Morgan, muach ...'' One kec*pan also landed the little lips of the wife.

"Yes-yes, I'm sorry."

"O yes, you haven't answered my question. What the hell are you coming here for? Is there something important that makes you this busy come visit Mas here?''

"What day have you forgotten?"

"Tuesday."

"That's not what I meant. Do you remember what date it is?"

Morgan looked pensive for a moment as if he was thinking. He frowned as he looked through every inch of his memory trying to find something he might have forgotten. Until finally, Morgan's face again looks moody.

"O yes, I forgot. Today's 'right-" Morgan held back on his remarks.

"I want to go there with Mas. During this time, Mas was always busy and rarely took the time to just visit our son."

Morgan just kept quiet. His chest felt so tight, even so tight made him feel difficult just to breathe. He rubbed his face rough, trying to smile even though only a smile seemed forced.

"All right, we're going there now. Get ready first. Mas finished Mas's work for a while," Morgan replied later, and was only responded with a smile by Megan the wife.

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Breezy wind appears to sweep the surface of the face of the couple 2M. Even the cool air does not necessarily make the hearts of both feel cool and peaceful. The heat of the sun even felt burning the skin of both.

Both Megan and Morgan were looking in the same direction now. The stone can be inscribed with the name of the son who died 10 years ago. Morgan's eyes even look teary, how much he misses the figure of the son who must die because of the mistakes he has made.

"Daddy's coming, son. How are you up there? Daddy hope you can rest in peace. Sorry because Daddy's new place to come here, Daddy can't see this gravestone with your name on it, son. Forgive Daddy, the hyx hiks hiks ..'' Morgan's cries instantly broke. The wound that he wanted to bury deeply was as if he had gone back up and felt so agonizing.

"Already, Mas. There is no point in you being like this, until you cry blood even if our son will never live again. Let Jacky rest in peace up there, Megan said with a flat face.

Silence was instantly created. Morgan tightly clenched his wife's fingers as if asking for strength. The sound of sobbing was still a little heard, but soon vanished and Morgan tried to be calm.

"Jack, Mommy's here, too. Your Daddy is still naughty, sometimes Mommy feels careless with your Daddy's attitude, but how else Mommy has already love with him, sometimes Mommy is already in love with him, but if he repeats the same mistake, Mommy will stay with him and find a new Daddy for you, baby.''

Hearing the wife say that made Morgan smile small of course. He glued his hands together and looked at his wife's face. Although he is a typical husband who is afraid of his wife, and he sometimes feels careless with his wife who does not appreciate herself as a husband at all, Morgan Maxime still loves Megan more than anything in the world.

The two of them looked at each other and threw sweet smiles at each other. In the presence of the son's center, the couple who nicknamed themselves 2M really want to show that they are happy. Even very happy though until now, God still has not entrusted them a son anymore.

"Daddy promised to take care of your Mommy and won't leave her at any time, Jack. So, you can rest in peace there, said Morgan again turned his eyes to the tombstone bearing the name of the son in front there.

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Nightfall.

''Where are you going, Mom? It was neat, fragrant again, asked Megan to look at the husband who had just come out of his room.

''Anu, darling. There is an important meeting with the client, it seems like tonight Mas did not go home. Meeting outside the city because, replied Morgan look nervous.

''O yeah? Hm ... You're not lying to me anymore, are you?''

''Huh? Ahahaha! How could I dare lie to you, baby. Really, I want this meeting. I'll leave first yes.'' Morgan is stepping.

''Wait a minute.''

Megan suddenly stood up to him, she looked at the husband's burly body from the tip of the foot to the end of the hair full of probes. Socialite woman berparas beautiful even smelled the body of her husband who smelled fragrant like an ABG child who was about to go on a date.

''You want a date, right?''

''Well, where did you ta-''

'Virtually aka keceplosan,' (inner Morgan).

"Huh? What did you say?''

"I mean, where do you have such thoughts? I really don't lie to you. It's too late, go first. Muach ..'' a little kecu*an landed on the lips of his wife, Morgan was about to continue his footsteps.

"Wait, Mas. God, I'm not done talking yet."

Morgan stopped his footsteps again. He closed his eyes with a beating heart. Both of the male's legs immediately shook, feeling frightened if his lie would be exposed.

"Your hair is a bit messy, tidied up a little, baby.'' Megan tidying her husband's hair made Morgan instantly able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh ... Kirain. Thanks, hon. You really are an amazing wife.'' Morgan smiled wily.

"Yes there go, beware if Mas lied to me. I'll hang you later in the clothesline, Megan said with great emphasis.

"OK baby. I love you, mueh ...''

SERIATE

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