Adorable Wife Mr. CEO Named

Manjah Bijitan

Faizah continued pursing her lips while waiting for Juna to receive the call. She contacted her husband twice, but there was no reply. It had been three days that Juna had left himself out of the city without any news. Loading the feeling of longing began to feel of course.

He looked at his cell phone screen.

"Hiks... Is it hard to pick up the phone anyway? Couldn't he be working tonight? Lest he ever have fun again the same affair. Huaaaa." Ocehniah.

As there was no answer, Faizah sent a message to her husband.

Husband, cheating again, huh? From earlier on the phone was not picked up. Forgot to have a wife? Where else is pregnant again. If I don't lift me out of the house. Why does having a husband not give attention? I can find something more attentive outside. This is mah boro-boro love, ask the news. Fortunately I didn't die here. Baby wants to see his Papa's face, if not for baby ogah I call you. I could stand it from yesterday, but it wasn't strong.

Angrily Faizah sent the message to her husband. Then throw his original phone. "Nyebelin, if I don't miss it, I can't call. Falling self-esteem. Baby paketh kangen all the same Papa, already know Papa is arrogant."

Faizah continued to stroke his stomach. He doesn't lie if he misses Juna so much. I don't know, this time he wasn't pretending. Unknowingly her tears came, and her crying broke.

"Hiks... Why am I crying anyway?" His chest became increasingly tight and his crying became even more intense. Faizah continued to wipe her tears, she said the crying never subsided. Even more sobbing. Most tired of crying, Faizah unconsciously slept.

In one of the Surabaya hotels, Juna just came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His legs moved slowly towards the nightstand. The deception of the sophisticated phone is because it continues to sound. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw the missed call of 'Izah' three times. Also a message.

Juna opened it and started reading it. Instantly his forehead shriveled. "Is he crazy?"

Not wanting anything to happen to his wife, Juna called him back. Unfortunately, Faizah did not receive a call. "Ck, so he wants revenge?"

Juna did not give up and contacted her again, but this time a call was received. Seen as a face Faizah adorned the screen of his phone. Juna was shocked. "You crying?"

Faizah cried loudly because he saw Juna bare-chested. "So you're actually cheating again? Huaaa. Did I forget I was pregnant?"

Juna rolled his eyes lazily. "No cheating, I'm not cheating."

"Why are you naked?" Faizah spray.

"I just finished my shower. Don't see wet hair?" Annoyed Juna.

"Hiks... Really not cheating, right?" Faizah looks to notice around Juna.

"Don't forget that you raped me, diploma. So now that you're pregnant, I've never been interested in having sex outside of marriage. Except yesterday it was because you were trapped."

Faizah poked his lips. "Still in the open. Here, your son misses he said."

"Since when can a fetus talk, tell me you're missing." Juna Cibir.

"Well, guys. It's not wrong with husband. When to go home?"

"Don't know." Answer Juna origin.

"Ck, tell me nothing. Is that not important to me, right?"

"When have you been important to me, huh?"

Faizah was silent with a sad look.

Juna breathed a heavy sigh. "What do you want anyway?"

"You want to go home, I don't know why you miss. Keep wanting to be hugged. From kepengennya. But I dare not say." Faizah bit her lip, and it made Juna's brain start to become abnormal.

Damnit damnit! Why just because he bites his lips he looks sexy anyway? Juna hissed as his naive thing twitched.

"Eh, why are your cheeks red? Are you sick?" Tanya Faizah changed her position to prone. The beautiful hemisphere was clearly displayed because Faizah was only wearing a tanktop without a bra.

Damnit damnit! Juna turned his face away from the phone screen.

"Ih... why so strange anyway, until the whole thing does not want to see my face huh? Yes, if that's matthew. It's so bad." Tut's. Faizah also closed the unilateral call. Juna was shocked and immediately called him again.

"Why call again? Don't you want to see my face?" Ketus Faizah while receiving a call with a sour face.

"Aren't you wearing a bra?" Ask Juna spontaneously. Sontak Faizah looked down and saw his chest. After that, she looked back at her husband's reddened face. A smile rose in his lips.

"No, it hurts to wear a bra. It's good to think of it." Faizah deliberately showed more of her cleavage. And that makes Juna even more bristling.

"Don't tempt me, diploma." Annoyed Juna.

"Well, who's the seductive one? It hurts."

"If it hurts why are you lying on your stomach, Izah?" Furious Juna.

"Ih... Why the hell are you talking about that? Want to do again, huh? So go home, how far can I love you. No need to sell expensive, if you want to say so. We can vcs, hehe."

Juna's eyes widened to hear that. "Crazy you."

Faizah. "Cie cieee. Want to enter the nest? The nest is far away. Who told him to fly in the distance." Temptation Faizah who managed to make Juna growl annoyed.

"Dome! Look out for you."

"Angoing fear, we're far away." Ledek Faizah stuck out his tongue. "Eat him chepet home, tar I give you good service. Guaranteed not to be cheated." Faizah blinked his eyes.

Juna was really driven crazy by his wife.

Damnit damnit! Why is it getting so tense? Cannot be banned.

Juna just disconnected the call. Sontak Faizah. "Well, how about in matiin anyway? Don't tell me you want to go solo again? Duh. kasian really my husband. Who went wrong over time. Ck, so no heart."

Faizah lay down again, staring at the ceiling of the room with a blank look. Until he got bored and went back to sleep.

While at the hotel, Juna came to Zain's room. "What's wrong?"

"I have to go home now." Juna replied quickly.

Zain was confused. "Why rush? We're going back tomorrow morning, right?"

"Can't, anyway. I'm speeding up tonight. You want to go home tonight or tomorrow?"

"Ck, that's weird. I'll be tomorrow."

"If that's what I am first" said Juna who returned to his room. It makes Zain more confused.

"It's been weird since he had a wife. Great too the kid wants a block of ice. I can't stand hugging my wife." Zain shook his head and closed the door again.

****

At midnight, Juna arrived home. Without much thought, he went straight to the room. He looked at the wife who was telephoning while curling up.

Juna breathed a heavy sigh. He dragged his little suitcase into the corner. Then open and throw his jacket over the sofa. While the eyes are still fixed on Faizah's smooth thighs that are clearly displayed.

"Ck, did he deliberately want to seduce me?" Resenting. Though Faizah himself did not know himself to come home because of a deep sleep. Juna crawled up onto the bed. The sudden move made Faizah flinch.

"all." His shout and with one kick he managed to make Juna fall to the cold floor.

"Arhghh.. shit." Juna Umbat.

"Eh? Husband sir?" Kaget Faizah directly came down from the bed and immediately helped Juna wake up.

"Duh... I'm sorry? Abis you're home? The feeling was just a call. Where as if the entry again is not a surprise." Omel Faizah was unconscious if he had fallen asleep earlier.

"Don't hold on, make my mood go away." Upset Juna brushed off his wife's hand while hissing because her hip hurt.

"Ih.. Why angry? You're wrong too." Faizah poked his lips. "Why didn't you just say you were going home?"

"It's none of your business." Ketus Juna was really upset with his wife.

"Ish... Still a jutek." Faizah sat on the edge of the bed. Stared at Juna who was still standing with a sour face.

"What wiry?" Juna Sembur. Sontak Faizah.

Dih... getting worse. Bodo ah, sleepy people are also disturbing.

Without guilt Faizah went back to lying down and pulled the blanket. "Good night, husband. Don't forget to read the prayer if you want to sleep."

Juna gasped at his wife's behavior.

Didn't he say kangen earlier? But his reaction was just that? Bizarrely.

"Dad."

The almost closed faizah also glared back. "What else is a husband? Already malem. Time's pretty shit."

"Responsibility, my waist hurts. Pygmy."

"Huh?" Faizah.

"Don't be surprised, pijitin cepet." Juna went straight over the bed. With all the laziness Faizah moved. "Ck, sleepy." Whimpering.

"Responsibility. Who told you to kick me."

"Yes, this is a responsibility. It's wrong on its own." Faizah's tiny fingers began to move around her husband's waist.

"It wasn't spiced, it was stroked. Energy pack. Don't tempt me, I'm not tempted." Juna Protest.

Faizah's mouth was open to hearing her husband's accusation.

Oh... not tempted heh? We see what tempted? Faizah smiling devil.

"Honey, where's the pain?" Faizah began to make her sexy voice. Juna was shocked.

"Why is your voice?"

"Hm? How's that?" Faizah slipped his hand into Juna's shirt. Then stroked Juna's back gently. "Here's the sick one?"

Juna tightened his jaw as Faizah's soft hand continued to tease him. "Dad, stop."

"Cock stop anyway? I asked to be dipijitin. Let me give you a powerful massage. Like?"!Goda Faizah's.

Damnit damnit!