Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 63
Deya cleaned up the mess Edward made. He was upset that instead of helping the man, he hugged him from behind.
"Tomorrow if hunger says it, no need to masakin anymore. Your work is money, the kitchen is my business" Deya said.
"I just wanted to surprise you."
"Yes, it's true to surprise me with all this. It's midnight and I'm still in the kitchen."
"Then in the room. This will be taken care of by the cleaner who will come tomorrow."
"Cleaning this up should call a handyman? Just be right. Ck... You rich man" Deya replied.
"I'm here to have fun with you instead of being in the kitchen all night."
"It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't.... Forget." Deya appreciates Edward's struggles but is upset too with the work piling up in the middle of the night.
"Now you're sitting down and I'll take care of everything, it won't take long." Edward, tired and tired, sat on the dining chair and leaned his chin on the two hands stacked on the table. Staring towards Deya who was at work.
An hour later.
"It's done, you see?" Deya looked towards Edward who was fast asleep on the table.
Deya then approached, looking at her handsome husband's face. Touching softly with the fingertips from the cheeks to the man's split chin. Deya's hand was taken by Edward. His body was tightly embraced. The man's head was leaned against Deya's stomach while closing his eyes.
"My body is dirty" said Deya.
"Then just take it off."
"Ish, Mas it."
"We go up yuk," Edward took Deya's body so that the woman's legs were between her waist.
Deya put her head on the man's shoulder regretting the scent that came out under Edward's ear made the man's body crumble and groan. His hand mischievously squeezed the man's hair.
"You're getting smart naughty, aren't you?"
"What's a perverted old man?" He's not 35 years old yet.
Deya laughs.
"I'll show you how this perverted guy will make you unable to walk tomorrow morning."
"So this is why you're cooking me? Because there's a want?"
Deya is the most powerful way for him to get out of the complexity of the problems he faces.
"There must be more energy to serve me," whispered Edward made Deya's body crumble imagining what techniques the man would do to her and made her ask for forgiveness. Then fatigue after.
"One time yes" Deya said.
"We'll see" said Edward, grinning.
Deya felt as though she had closed her eyes when Edward woke her up.
"What the hell, Mom, it's been three times. I'm tired of going to bed first" he murmured without opening his eyes.
"It's dawn wake up, pray." Lazily Deya opened her eyes.
"Why the clock is fast, I'm still sleepy" said Deya lazy.
"The prayer has just slept again."
"Take a hold," the spoiled whine Deya stretched out her hand.
This is how you marry a child. The promise is for mercy. However, there was a time when Deya looked more mature than her age even more understanding than Soraya. He did not want to distinguish the two, but he saluted his way of thinking which always amazed him.
When Edward was about to carry her. Deya remembered something.
"Oh my medicine, I haven't taken it yet" he said.