The Wife Pay
How Can?

Dave just finished a meeting. He returned to his room with Zain walking behind him. However, her footsteps that were about to enter her room came to a halt, upon hearing Nana's call.

“What's up, Nana?” ask Dave to his secretary.

“In there is Miss Alana, Mr.”

“Oh he has arrived.”

Nana nodded, approaching her boss with a p3k box, holding it out to Dave.

Dave frowned, looking at her in confusion.

“This Sir!”

“What?”

“Medicine box,” replied Nana.

“I know. But, what do you do? I was sick,” his his hiss. Making Zain who was standing behind him want to have a small laugh.

“Not you. But, Miss Alana,” bright Nana.

“Alana? She why?”

“I just saw Miss Alana's forehead bruised. Had offered to provide treatment, Miss would not. Maybe he's waiting for you. He was complaining about dizziness.”

Dave immediately received the medicine box. And before opening the door of his room, he looked towards Zain and Nana, then asked the two of them to order two servings of lunch.

Going inside, Dave saw Alana lying on her long sofa, closing her eyes.

Slowly, the man approached his wife. “Why Alana?” tanyakanya. He deliberately asked because he knew Alana was not sleeping, he was just closing his eyes, probably because of the dizziness he felt.

“Dave?” hissing surprised. She found her husband standing next to her. He did not hear the door squeaking. Alana immediately moved from her place, changing her position to sit down.

“Which part hurts?” dave asked to sit himself next to Alana.

“What? I'm it's okay. Who's sick,” lies Alana turned her face.

“Apada here!” Dave pulls strong hand Alana. I meant to let him see Alana's face. However, it actually made Alana fall into his chest. To make the woman grimace because her forehead hit Dave's hard muscle. “Aduhh,” ringisnya, make Dave jerked.

“Sorry, I was too strong to pull you,” regretfully Dave moved his hand to pull Alana's hair, tucked her hair behind the earlobe. Alana fell silent to enjoy the warm feeling of Dave's hand which is now moving to pull her hair, although at this time her heart seemed to want to explode.

Dave's forehead scrunched up to find his wife's bruised forehead. “Gosh, how can it be like this! What happened to Alana. I'd better take you to the hospital.”

Alana shook her hand which was in the grasp of her husband. “Dave is just a small wound. I'm it's okay. What to go to the hospital. You're overreacting.”

“How do you say excessive Alana. Health is number one. It does not matter how much to spend money, as long as we stay healthy,” said Dave.

Dave gulped his saliva, when he saw Alana's neckline when her hair was in the Midget like that. Especially with the hair child hanging, it makes Alana look more seductive. Until he was unconscious when Alana took over the medicine box she was carrying. However, due to her bruising on the forehead, Alana had a little trouble reaching him. He chose to take his glass.

“Let me just.” Dave takes over the cotton in Alana's hands. Slowly he tried to stick the cotton on Alana's forehead. “It's like bumping steering wheel. How can?”

“Anu Dave the I em–”

“What? You didn't end the accident, did you?” scabbed.

However, Alana nodded. “I hit someone's car Dave. I think the damage is pretty severe.”

“How about the person?”

“She's angry. I just left my business card. I think he'll call me later when the car is fixed.”

“Why don't you just give me my card,” Decak Dave. Little did he feel upset because his wife gave her business card to a foreign man.

“Why Dave? I did wrong, how can I drag you.”

Dave placed the plaster on his wife's forehead, for the last part of the treatment. “I mean! What if later that guy keeps bothering you.”

“As long as it's still business with the car I don't have a problem, Dave. Shouldn't we learn to be responsible for the mistakes we make.”

Dave nodded. “Actually I just think now however, you are still my responsibility,” he said as he rubbed the hair shoots Alana. His gaze was still fixed on Alana's neck. Until he switched to back hair. No Alana thought, Dave untied Alana's hair. “Better hair in urai only.”

“Why Dave?” alana was surprised.

Instead of answering, Dave actually advanced his face, when his eyes were even imprinted on Alana's ranum lips.

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Someone wants a visual of Alana and Dave. It's my version. But if you don't like it. You can imagine using visuals in your own opinion, whether you want artists from Korea, Indonesia and others. I'm not forbidden... You are free to be ashamed.