Wife 108kg Mr. Bara
Chapter 67. Behind the story of two families.

The black car that Bara was driving now stopped at a house that looked so big with a flower garden in the front yard.

Yonna squinted at the house, even though she had only visited it once. Yonna still clearly remembers the shape and condition of the house.

"Home renovated?" ask the woman to make sure. Yonna loves the flowers that grow in the garden. It looks so beautiful according to her taste.

"Do you like it?"

Yonna turned to her husband and nodded her head slowly. Both corners of his lips are well up to form a high arch until the cheekbones were also lifted.

"But why are we in this house? Is it because you want to show the house that has been renovated?"

"No, but we're moving into this house. Our home is only you, me and our children. It's not that you agreed to start everything from scratch, so we're going to stay here now" Bara explained. The man got out of the car and circled the car to open the door for Yonna.

Bara helped his wife to come out so painstakingly. As a wife Yonna did not want to protest, for her whatever Bara did at this time must be for her interests and happiness. Yonna was giving the man confidence to make him happy.

"Then what about Mama?" ask Yonna back. He held his lower abdomen which suddenly felt pain when walking. He walked very slowly and was trained.

"I spoke well with Mama and thank God Mama could understand. After all, this house with an old house is not too far away. It's still one city."

Bara glanced at his wife, he who was in pity immediately put his arm between the legs of Yonna and raised the woman in his cradle making Yonna jerk in surprise.

"Please put me down! Shame on seeing people!" Yonna covered her face on the chest of Bara's field as the tip of her eye caught several neighbors gathered outside smiling shyly at what her husband was doing.

"Let people see, they have eyes. I'm just helping my wife. What wrong?" answer Bara cuek. He walked with Yonna into the house.

"Well ... very friendly to them. So envious," said the brown-painted woman. His cool hand picking the water guava came to a halt as his eyes were diverted staring at the new neighbor who looked so sweet in his eyes.

"Alah .. her name is also Jenk's newlyweds. Yes like that, later also if it has been ten years or fifteen years married. It will be like us - we."

"Fine and tasteless, there is no sense of so long in cuekin," chirped the maroon red plisket chimed in the words of the blue-veiled lady dongker. The three women used to gather, huddling ala-ala mother complex.

The three of them were coolly running under the guava trunk while enjoying the wind blowing in the sun that began to sting.

"Who said the New Bride. They already have a five-year-old. I met him, handsome. It looks so much like her dad. The child is also kind and friendly, so envious to see it, sweet partner," said the woman berdaster back.

He is the owner of the house. The 35-year-old woman is a Korean drama fan whose husband works as an employee in a foreign company.

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After a pretty intense debate with Gisella this morning, Gavin chose to go back on the job.

While Gisella who still felt tightness in her chest chose to sit in front of the dressing table lamenting the way of life that was far from her desire. Yonna's words the other day continued to be reflected in her head, sometimes she felt jealous at how sweet and gentle Bara was to treat her wife.

Gisella took the phone in her hand, typed a message on someone, after which she moved to the closet to change clothes and polish her face.

He planned to leave the house, go with someone to treat his wounded heart.

Within fifteen minutes, Gisella reached a hotel, where she had made a pact with someone. His footsteps felt light entering the large box object that would lift him up towards the 12th floor.

The elevator wall reflects the shadow of her beautiful self with flowless makeup attached to the wjaah. It looks so sensual with a tight tanktop covered in a blazer with the front slightly open. The dense twin hills poked out defiantly, in a half thigh span skirt. Gisella's appearance now resembled that of a secretary who would tease her superior.

The elevator door opened, the high heel ends clashing on the ceramic floor to give rise to the imara as he walked towards room number 1583.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The door was knocked three times with his clasped hand. It didn't take long for the door to open.

"I don't think you're coming" said the man wearing a white bathrobe that covered his body. Gisella smiled so sweetly, the man opened the door for Gisella to enter.

"It's been a while?" gisella asked in pleasantries, she did not answer the man's words before.

The man closed the door tightly and then hugged Gisella from behind, smelling the scent of the woman he was missing.

"I miss you Baby" exclaimed the man with his voice starting to hoarse.

"Me too, Mom. Being Gavin's wife doesn't make me happy" Gisella replied gently. He twisted his body until his position when the gospel confronted the man who made him opiate.

"Isn't that your decision, until you leave me."

"Sorry, this is also for the sake of both of us," Gisella said with a clear aura. His hands had freely infiltrated behind the bathrobe that covered the chest of the man's field.

The cheeked man smiled at the look of this beautiful woman before him.

Kissing the woman's red lips, Gisella poked her hand behind the long-haired man. Stimulate their lips. The man pulled Gisella's body down on the couch and squeezed her.

"Dion" said Gisella, unable to stand what the young man was doing. An explosion was present in his body and it was peaking until it could no longer be maintained.

It felt like it wanted to explode back then if when the man's naughty hands were getting wild playing down there. Gisella even to the point of unconscious, whether since when her clothes have been stripped away until only underwear remains.

"Dion you .. You're driving me crazy!"

"Scream Baby, shout my name on your beautiful lips" replied Dion. The atmosphere began to heat up with the activities of the two of them who were fishing for passion.