Adorable Wife Mr. CEO Named

Falling off the motor

Mercia entered the room with a tray of warm tea and snacks. Then walk to the husband's desk.

It had been two days that the newlyweds had moved into the main house. Of course King must return to running his activities as a big boss.

Mercia placed the tray on the table, the distinctive aroma of tea instantly bursting into King's sense of smell. The man smiled at his wife.

"Drink the tea, Yang. Still angets." King nodded, grabbed the tea glass, then sipped it slowly.

"Pinter also you mix tea, not too concentrated and not too diluted. Fitting." The compliment. Of course Mercia's pleasure.

"So I asked the same maid. But I made it myself. Here, the cookies are also eaten." The plate contains her husband's favorite cake. Of course King dined it straight away.

"It turns out it's good to have a wife, everyone is ready. Sleep with nememin." King smiled sincerely.

Mercia smiled, but the next second her face was re-bent. "Mas, I'm sorry I haven't been able to give you your rights."

Hearing that King smiled, then led his wife to sit on her lap. "Grandfather, we've got a long time, baby. There are still honeymoon tickets, right? We can enjoy our time there. Of course I'll ask for that right."

Mercia chuckles funny. "Yes, how can a wife refuse a husband. If you say Mama, sin."

King laughed crisply. "That's pinter. Whose wife is it?"

"Who else are you, whose wife? Neighbors?" The annoyed Mercia who again managed to make King laugh satisfied.

"Ck, really likes to make his wife sprained. Yes, ask for money for jajan dong." Mercia raised her hand. "Feeding in front, there's a pimper."

King frowned. "What is cimol?" Confused ask. Because he's never heard of it before.

"Ish, you are the school in the elite place. How to know cimol. I also don't know what the cimol is made of. But it tastes good poll." Mercia gave her thumbs up.

King nodded, though he did not understand. Then take out the wallet, and pull one of the black cards. "Take as you like." Put that thing on Mercia's palm.

Mercia's contact stared at the card with blinking eyes. Then she looked back at her husband. "Mas! Where to buy cimol

pake ginian anyway? What do you want to do at the mall? Give cash money." She whined it back to her husband.

"Well, maybe the seller is modern." King gave it to Mercia.

Mercia cut down, snatched King's wallet by force. Then take a piece of money one hundred thousand.. "This is enough."

King looked at him in wonder. "Enough?"

Mercia sighed. "This is true if you have a rich husband. A hundred thousand dollars is worth nothing." Dumbling.

"It's still more to buy a cimol, my dear Masku. Even with this money I can buy lilok, batagor, know gejrot. Duh, haven't hung out with Jihan in a long time." Continue with a cheerful face.

King could only shake his head because he did not understand what his wife was saying. "As much as you want to buy what. Who does not buy a new husband. There are still idle."

Mercia laughed at hearing that. "Duh, the guy's got to be unemployed for a week." He pinched both of King's cheeks. "This promise abis I will give you the best service."

King smiled as he wrapped both of his hands around Mercia's slender waist. "Don't just promise, you have to prove it."

Mercia nodded. "Okay, I'll prove it. Yes, now I want to snack first. Thanks for the pocket money, Mas. Love you." - Love you." Cheek king full of love. Then he came down from his lap.

But he has not stepped up yet. King held him down first. "Eh? Why else, Mom? Still less kissing?"

King shakes. "Don't be long."

"Ck, not for long. Just going forward. Tar I pinjem motor Mbak Sri aja." Answer Mercia. Sure King was shocked to hear that.

"Get motor? Many cars, which."

Mercia rolled her eyes lazily. "Mas, cook it just in front of the car. Ih, strange you mah. The Sri Mbak motor is safe. The proof was that I roamed in front of it safely."

Again King was surprised to hear it, because he never knew Mercia playing motorcycles yesterday. "You're on a bike?"

If you are curious who is Sri Ma'am, he is none other than one of the employees in this house whose job is to wash clothes. The woman chose to go home because her house was quite close.

After a long debate, Mercia finally got permission from her husband. Of course the boy was excited to be able to enjoy his freedom.

With a happy feeling, Mercia continued walking while humming. Then turn his feet back. Where is Sri Lankan.

"Sri Ma'am!" Call him so loud that it makes the owner of the name who is working was shocked.

"Oh Allah, you love to make a Hanger. Why else? Want a motor pinjem?" He could guess the girl's arrival.

"Duh, the most understanding."

Mbak Sri can only sigh while reaching into his shirt pocket. Then take out the motor key and give it to Mercia.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Very good deh. Tar akh buyin lilok deh." Mercia was also a crybaby.

"Ck, don't. Ma'am is still full. Not careful on the road. It's rame again." Sahut the Mother all give advice.

Mercia smiled widely. "Ready, Ma'am. The safety of the Mbak motor is guaranteed safe."

"Well, let's talk about the bike. What I'm worried about is Non-Cia. Don't fall anyway?"

Mercia nodded obediently. "Yes, I'm going first, Bik. Thanks for that."

"Together, Non. Ati-ati just anyway."

Mercia gave her thumbs up, after which it immediately shot away. Sister Sri can only shake with Mercia's childish behavior. "Duh, young master is weird sometimes, huh? Udah handsome, tajir twisting, but choose a wife kayak Non Cia who is still cute. It's more suitable to be adek. Hah, whose name is a soul mate no one knows, old or young alike." After saying that, he resumed his work.

While out there, Mercia began to advance his motor matic. Of course the girl did not forget to wear a helmet for safety. Not to forget he clawed at the securty guarding the gate. Of course the two middle-aged men were astonished to see Mercia had twice ridden a motorcycle rather than a luxury car lined up in the garage.

King who had been watching his wife was smiling. Then contact his men to escort Mercia.

Mercia parked her bike in front of the street vendors. Then he got off without taking off his helmet. "Sir, two packs huh? One pedes, another original."

"Wokay, Neng. Wait a minute, will you?"

Mercia nodded, then sat down on one of the chairs that were there. It does not take long for the order to be ready. He also paid directly. After that it goes to the trader knows the gejrot. And finally the girl bought a lot of snacks that were there.

Once satisfied, Mercia decided to go home. He was casually riding his motorbike. Looking left and right. The girl really enjoyed her solitude. "Duh, feel single again if gini. I don't know if my husband is waiting at home."

The girl laughed to herself. Of course no one paid attention to him other than the adjutant that King sent. Because the others are busy with their own business.

While being cool driving the motor maticnya, suddenly there was a motorbike fal-ugalan almost grazed him. As a result Mercia who was shocked immediately pressed the brake impromptu, until finally he fell.

"Awh! It hurts." The ringisnya because his knee kissed the asphalt first.

Of course the aide ran straight to Mercia and helped her get up. He immediately contacted King.

King, who was busy checking documents, diverted his attention when the aide contacted him. "Yes, what's wrong?" Ask when you receive a call.

"Boss, your wife fell."

"What?" shocked King immediately woke up from his seat. "Where is it located."

"Fifty yards from home, boss."

After hearing that King rushed after his wife.

"King's? Where you going?" Tanyq Rea wonder.

"Mercia fell off the bike, Mom." Sahut King slightly shouted as he hurriedly left.

"Oh my God, how did Mercia fall off the bike? When's exit? There was-there was that kid. May Cia not be God's father." Finally Rea could only sigh in anger while waiting for them to come home. "