Adorable Wife Mr. CEO Named

The Love of Arjuna

Now the two beautiful pregnant women are struggling in the kitchen. Both look good with their respective tasks. Queen was washing vegetables while Faizah herself was busy cutting meat. And the aunt helped them make rendang. Yes, Queen had said she wanted to eat rendang home made. Therefore Faizah took the initiative to cook rendang together. When else can they cook together like they do now.

"Since when can Aunty cook?" Queen asked after washing the vegetables. Put it on the pantry.

"Em. since SMA is possible. I'm happy to help Bibik in the kitchen." Faizah answered.

"Wow, great."

"You?" Faizah asked a glance at Queen.

"I'm still learning. Coincidentally in the mansion are many reliable chefs, so I stole their science a little." Honest Queen accompanied by a small laugh.

Faizah smiling. "That means you can cook international food dong?"

"Well, that's how it is. Not all I've learned yet."

"Slowly can. I'm also not very good at cooking, actually, lucky to have Bibik help. Isn't that right, Bik?" Faizah glanced at the ART next to him.

"It's my job, it's his." Blessed with his friendly smile.

Queen was seen covering her mouth and nose as she smelled the fishy aroma of the meat Faizah cut. Faizah who saw that was instantly sensitive. "Ups... Are you nauseous? Better just sit there. Let me and Bibik cook."

"Little bit. Is Aunty not nauseous?"

Faizah smiling. "My nausea isn't as severe as before. Sometimes the occasional doang."

"Huft... Even to this second my nausea is still severe." Queen's complaint moves away from Faizah. "What else when you wake up. My feet can go limp."

Faizah laughed a little. "I have tips for you, but I don't know if it works or not. But it's not wrong you try."

"Huh? What'sthat?" Queen asked curiously.

Faizah replied with a slight whisper. "Every time I wake up, I drink sweet thick liquid Mr. husband."

"Huh?" Queen looks confused.

Faizah who saw the cute expression of Queen laughed. Queen understood immediately.

"Seriously?" Shocked Queen stared at Faizah in disbelief.

Faizah nodded. "Since knowing it can reduce my nausea. So every waking up I ask for it."

Queen laughed blandly. "That's crazy. You do it every morning?"

Again Faizah nodded.

"OMJ! Uncle cannot turn away from you. Turns out your service was amazing. But that sounds weird."

"Ck, that's weird. What's wrong with you trying too. Count natural skincare." Faizah chuckles funny.

"It doesn't seem necessary, Sean never allowed me to do that."

"Huh? So you guys never do style 69? Haish. That's the best position to know. It cannot be explained by words. Try it once in a while, after knowing it feels like you're going to get hooked."

"Never, not once. But not to get it out in your mouth. Not sure what it's like." Queen is what it is. He was completely inexhaustible with the madness of his Uncle's wife.

"Of course it feels nano-nano." Faizah laughed amusedly with his own words. Even they ignored the existence of Bibik who only listened to the absurd talk of his employer while occasionally smiling.

"I think you're crazy, Aunty." Queen shook her head. Looks like he just realized that Faizah is a little strange.

"Trust me, you'll be hooked. Just try it out tonight."

Queen rolled her eyes lazily. "Tonight is not his schedule."

Again Faizah laughed. "How many times a week do you do it?" Ask curiously.

"Three times a week." Answer the Queen accordingly.

"Aw... Great, too, did your husband hold him? If your uncle might go berserk if only three times a week."

The queen heard it. "Don't tell me you do it every day?"

Faizah smiled shyly. "Not every day, but sometimes."

"Crazy." Queen really did not think. "I don't think it is, Uncle who is always so cold in bed."

"Don't doubt it, sometimes I can't even match it. Once I couldn't get out of bed. That night she went crazy. I used to think that the old man wasn't so aggressive about the bed when he remembered his age. It turns out that your Uncle is an exception. Maybe because it's been in a long time."

Queen laughed crisply. "Great too."

Faizah stopped his work for a moment, then looked at Queen seriously. The Queen who was stared at like that was also confused. "Hey, you really don't love my husband anymore, do you?"

The Queen was shocked to hear the question, but the next second she laughed amusedly. "Jeez Aunty. If I still love Uncle, I've taken it a long time ago. Aunty calm down, I've moved on. I really love Sean now. He's a super nice guy, impossible to waste. Limited edition's. But I don't know how your husband feels. I'm not responsible."

Faizah took a long breath. "You're right, I think he still loves you."

"Well, how could that be?" Shocked Queen. He was just joking. I am sure Juna has forgotten about it.

Faizah put on a sad face. "Until this moment he never told me love. From the beginning he married me because of this child." Gently stroked his distended stomach. His face also looks sad.

The Queen took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly. "Trust me, Uncle loves you so much."

Faizah looked at Queen uncertainly. "That's impossible. If pity is possible."

Queen shakes. "Uncle is prestigious, so was it. He is good at hiding his feelings. All those years I chased after him, he remained with that flat expression of his. Shitty indeed. Who would have thought that he loved me. Maybe it's like that now, Uncle loves you. It's just that he's not able to reveal it. Or maybe you dare not say it. The gang's still a whole lot."

Faizah was silent for a moment. "So, I can't guess. He's just taking responsibility I'm grateful."

Queen smile. "Then, what about how you feel huh?"

"It must be because of his attention, right? I used to love him because he always prioritized me more than Daddy gave me. He always made sure I was okay no matter what. Until I'm fascinated by him."

"Maybe." Faizah Sahut. "I admit her charms are so strong. Until I got caught in it. I hope he has the same feelings for me."

Without them noticing, Juna unintentionally overheard their conversation. The man had intended to fetch drinking water, and had overheard the words of his wife. A smile rose in the lips of the mature man.

You little girl, so she's never sensitive to all my attitudes? Women are complicated. It had been given more attention, it turned out that all he wanted were words. Inner Juna. Then he breezed away and set off his intention to take a drink.

****

After lunch and small talk, Queen and Sean say goodbye to going home. Initially Faizah had held him because he was not satisfied chatting. However, Queen must still go home because she promised to accompany the Mommy to the salon. As a result, Faizah gave up and let the two go home.

"Well, I'm still not satisfied talking to Queen." Faizah's complaint after Queen and Sean.

Juna looked at his wife. "Tomorrow you can go to his house."

Faizah returned her husband's gaze. "Ck, there's a promise with Mammy tomorrow." He said as he went inside the one followed by Juna. Both of them chose to watch television.

Juna was still pictured with his wife's words a few hours ago. He looked back at Faizah who looked serious watching.

Feeling noticed, Faizah also looked over. "Why the hell, Mas? How do you see that?" Her husband cupped his own face. "Is there something strange?"

Juna shook his head slowly. "Pretty."

"Huh?" Faizah put on a confused face.

"You're beautiful, Izah." Bright Juna while distancing the hand of the wife who blocked his view.

Faizah's cheeks instantly met red. "What the hell, Mas? Pake rombal all."

"I'm not dreadful, you're beautiful." Juna put on a serious face. He is not playing with his words. Gently caressed smooth cheeks without Faizah pore.

Faizah looked embarrassed.

"My point, diploma." Pinta Juna pulls his wife's chin. Spontaneous Faizah also greeted Juna timidly. Usually they are shy.

"Mas, call him not diploma why? The sweeter cake." Faizah pressed her lips a few inches.

Juna smiled. "What do you want to call?" ask her in a voice as soft as silk. Makes Faizah's chest suddenly tight.

Duh... This is Pak husband why be weird gini anyway? Make the heart of dag dig dug.

"Yes. Honey or what. Sean called Queen baby."

Juna laughed a little. "You don't fit when you're called Baby, it doesn't fit the character. Queen is graceful, if you don't have grace."

Faizah's eyes glared at hearing that. "Ih. ngeselin. Kirain does want romantic, apparently just want to doang." Faizah's lips grew increasingly irritated.

"I'm used to calling you, Izah. It's better to call." Said Juna who managed to make Faizah even more upset.

"Whatever." Faizah also returned to focus on staring at the television while nagging. "Have a husband is not romantic at all. A day does not mind his wife who is strangely dry like it's the mouth."

Juna who heard that smiled amusedly. "I love you, Iza." Her speech. Spontan Faizah looked over.

"What was that about?" Faizah asked to make sure his ears did not mishear.

"I love you, is that what you want to hear?" Juna rubbed the corner of Faizah's lips. "I'm sorry if I just said it now, I think with my treatment of you all this time is enough for you to understand. If I love you."

Hearing that Faizah's eyes immediately glimmered. "Mas."

"I'm not lying, diploma. I think I've fallen in love with you. I don't like you being close to other guys, I can't be far from you either. Every time I look at your face, I'm happy. I'm also used to your babbling. Although at first I was annoyed to hear your chatter continues. But now I feel less if you don't grumble." Juna is long.

Faizah's tears could not be contained anymore her happy horn. She could finally hear her husband's heart.

Juna brings Faizah in a deck. "Don't cry."

Hearing that, Faizah's cry only broke. He was crying in Juna's arms. "I didn't dream, did I?" Ask him on the sow.

Juna pinched his wife's arm until Faizah screeched and withdrew from Juna's arms. "It hurts, Mom."

"That means you don't dream, diploma."

Faizah looked at Juna while smiling so sweetly. "Thank you, Mom. I want to fall in love with a girl like me. I know, I'm not pretty, I've made you sprain, me...."

Not yet as Faizah spoke, Juna had already silenced her mouth with her lips. Even Juna pressed the nape of his wife to deepen her kiss. Faizah who was already happy also seemed resigned to the treatment of her husband.

Knowing his wife began to run out of oxygen, Juna also ended the action. His wife's wet lips softly. "I've been honest. So don't tell me I still love other people. All this time with great difficulty I tried to forget the past, Izah. And now I just want to focus on the future. You are my future, our son too."

Faizah looked at Juna's bead. Trying to find a lie, in fact he did not find it. "I believe it, Mum."

"I love you, Iza." Juna kissed Faizah's lips again. "Thank you for being part of my complicated life."

Faizah smiling. "Thank you for giving me his superior seed, so I have good offspring."

The atmosphere that was originally romantic was suddenly lost because of the words Faizah just now. Juna who suddenly lost the mood also rose from his position.

"Eh, where are you going?" Kaget Faizah's.

"Find a new wife." Replied annoyed.

"Ih. said she was in love with me. How do you find a new wife?"

"It's not so." Sahut Juna who just left. How Juna is not upset, he has lowered his ego and prestige to become a romantic man as desired Fizah. But suddenly Faizah herself destroyed the moment. The heart of the husband that is not broken.

"Mas! Just be careful if you are really looking for a new wife. I cut your knee bird that's limited edition. Ih... have a husband kok nyebelin anyway? Don't understand the wife's feelings." Faizah folded both his hands on his chest with a gasp of breath. Then return to the focus of the television screen with a feeling of arrogance.

Tbc...