When Love Comes And Goes
Episode 112's

"Why is he in your room, Mom?"

The king was stunned to hear the wife's question, a frown on his forehead appearing when he saw Mayang looking suspiciously at the girl in front of the desk.

"Why are you in my husband's room?" mayang asked the girl who lowered her face.

His hands were clinging to each other nervously, as if he was about to steal.

"Honey. You misunderstand," said the King as he pulled Mayang's hand and hugged his waist.

Mayang's eyes did not switch from the girl, his face was sour and blackened. The shadow of Melina who damaged her household once again flashed into a nightmare in Mayang's life.

"You're leaving!" drive the king to the girl.

He nodded at the two as he turned around and went out of the superior's room.

"Why did you kick him out? You're afraid of being discovered if he's your temptress?" mayang turned her face away from her husband.

The king chuckled, his hands flipped and pulled Mayang's body to sit on his lap. Tightly on the deck of the body, looked upon with love.

"He's Mas's employee" said the King straightened out Mayang's thinking.

"Keep if he's your employee, he can't possibly tempt you, is that it?" sulcan Mayang.

The flames of jealousy flashed in both of his eyes. Not only that, but fear was clearly visible from there. The king who knows what the story of Mayang's past, understand the attitude of his wife.

"He came just to report. Want to help you check it out? So that you do not take the work of Mas lightly," replied the King showed the file report submitted by the employee earlier.

Mayang probed the black bead in front of him, the bead washed away and always made him drunk. The king pinned a smile, both his hands coiled around Mayang's body.

"You're not lying, are you? You see, Amir was also tempted by his secretary. I'm afraid you are like that too" Mayang shuddered as he threw his gaze away from the King.

The man placed his index finger on Mayang's chin, turning his wife's face to face her.

"Don't let your husband be like him!" whispered the King while looking at the appearance of Mayang, he remembered it was the clothes he ordered last night.

"Have you seen the prize? How's it? Like?" asked the King while looking at the face of his wife who was slowly blushing.

"Why did you buy that kayak shirt? See if I'm embarrassed, let alone the make?" Mayang grunts while hitting the spoiled chest of her husband.

The king again chuckled, anxious with the wife's behavior.

"But I want you to wear it tonight. Don't wear pajamas anymore" she asked as she brought their faces closer.

He gripped the lips, devoured them gently. The king could not wait to see Mayang's body wrapped in lingerie that he bought specifically. His hands were endlessly creeping, making Mayang involuntarily sigh.

They took off the pagutan, fused their foreheads while hunting the air as the desire continued to peak.

"I never feel satisfied, I always want more and more." King hissing. He gulped the saliva withstanding his desire to devour the wife.

Mayang did not reply, slowly distanced their faces and formed a small distance.

"Do you mind serving me, baby? If you object or are tired, you say so. Do not hesitate," said the King while stroking Mayang cheeks.

Mayang shook her head, not minding serving her husband at all.

"Not at all. Why would you mind if I like it myself?" sahut Mayang's. Both of her cheeks were back in a hue, embarrassed by her own answer.

"Well, I like it." The king hugged the body, then invited him to sit on the sofa.

"Yang, I'll eat later with Mas, yeah. There was a meeting with the client," the King asked while devouring his lunch.

"Is it okay for me to come, Mom?" mayang asked feeling unnecessary because he did not understand.

"Well, it's okay, dong. Who wants to ban. You are just Temenin Mas," said the King.

"Slowly eat. Later sprains," Mayang recalled when he saw the King eating very greedily.

Mayang approached, dropping his chin on the shoulder of her husband who was eating.

"Love. The secret is love in every dish I serve my husband" he whispered in the King's ear.

The king stopped chewing, smiling then. Then, continue eating until there is nothing left.

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The meeting was held in a private room in a cafe that is quite famous in Jakarta.

Five people held a meeting with Mayang who sat elsewhere because they did not want to interfere with the meeting. While playing a mobile phone, he listened to conversations about advertising and concepts.

Mayang frowned upon hearing the concept discussed in their meeting. Recalling his meeting last time with a client with Amir and Melina. He issued an idea that was well received at the meeting first.

For almost two hours, he waited patiently without intervening until the meeting ended Mayang still sat on another chair waiting for the King to call.

"Yes! Here!"

Calling her the King made Mayang move and approached her husband.

"Mas, I think I know one of them." Mayang expressed his heart.

"Oh yeah? Meet me where?" the King looked at the wife's face.

"So, I was talking about the concept of the advertisement. I do not know forget his name, he had met with Amir mas at that time to discuss the concept of advertising made by Melina. I was there by accident and sat down." Mayang recalled, it was the beginning of the destruction of his household with Amir.

"Oh yeah? Then why were you sitting there alone?" ask King.

Mayang shamed.

"I'm ashamed, you're all men and I'm just a girl. Shame, Mas," said Mayang honestly.

The king grabbed the wife's shoulder, and kissed her temple affectionately. That's how it's supposed to be.

"Mmm ... so that idea from me that will be made to advertise your new company product, Mas? Uh ... wait a minute!" Mayang nodded when he realized something.

"What's wrong?" The king was confused.

"It's your company, so Amir is your subordinate, Mas?" pekik Mayang raised both of his eyes.

The king chuckled, nodding surely to answer the riddle of the wife.

"Yes. He works in a branch office, marketing department," said Raja.

Mayang held his breath, an unexpected coincidence.

"But why is he mocking you, Mas? And you are also being demed. He's your subordinate, isn't he?" mayang said he still could not believe it.

The king laughed a little at the expression on the wife's face.

"That's because I was never in the office. I don't like sitting in a chair. All work Mas, uncle who handle. So he did not know Mas as a superior, and Mas also only knew yesterday if he worked in a branch company," explained the King greeted a nod of his head by Mayang.

"So you said it was your idea?" asked the King considering Mayang said about his idea.

"Yes. That's an ad for Ramadan later, isn't it?" ask Mayang.

"Yes. Why is there no name? You should be part of this project" the king told Mayang.

The woman shrugged her shoulders not knowing.

"I don't know. It was just a matter of saying, anyway. Not expecting the end to be made too," said Mayang indifferently.

The king shook his head.