Another Dream Man

meet an ex

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That morning after a brief battle in the bath up and under the shower. Tara is buttoning Aryan's shirt.

"Darling, I seem to be lazy to the office." Aryan.

Tara just looked up at Aryan's face, looking into Aryan's blue eyes which made him look handsome and more dazzling because he was smiling sweetly.

"It seems right, papa said, I should extend our honeymoon." Smiling seductively while winking.

"What?" Tara surprised.

"Didn't you like it, baby?" Aryan's disappointed.

"I didn't say I didn't like it." Reply Tara.

"So you don't like that." Lirih Aryans.

"Who doesn't like it? I'm just shocked."

"I've been constantly being with you, mas." Tara's done putting the tie on.

Aryan hugged Tara. "Okay, if so soon maybe I'll take some time, I'll clear up some work first."

"Mas, your clothes will get tangled! I'm going to the office." Tara reminded.

"If I get tangled just change again. Or I don't have to go to the office. All day at home you've had another honeymoon, right?"

Tara hit Aryan's shoulder. "Evenings already, just finished 30 minutes ago, still less mas?"

"You're making me addicted, baby." Smacking Tara's forehead.

"How about I go to your office, ma'am?" Tara's Proposal.

"Emang you want? Later there are many who disturb, ask for signatures, check proposals, check reports. You'll get bored there." Aryan.

"If you are bored, you are. You can't let me go there just because your secretary or assistant is a hot girl, huh, mas?" Tara manyun's.

Aryan at a glance menci*m Tara's lips. "Let's come with me to the office if you're not busy with your own work."

"Okay, I'll be ready." Tara spirit.

"Mas, later before going to the office buy chicken porridge first huh?"

"It looks like bi Narti's cooking, baby."

"Biarin, I'd like some chicken porridge breakfast. Aryan doesn't want to?" Signs start to crumble because of small things.

"You want, but don't you like chicken porridge?"

"Ih... Why so complicated anyway, he said mas Aryan also want to eat chicken porridge, why should protest again?"

"Okay, my princess, as you wish." Aryan's Promise.

The car is ready, the driver is ready. Aryan was a little hesitant to tell Bi Narti that they did not have breakfast at home.

"Let's go, mas." Take Tara with enthusiasm.

"Relope... " Having Tara.

The car stopped at a chicken porridge about 2 km from their house. Understandably the elite area there are no brothers who sell using carts.

"Darling, are you sure you want to buy chicken porridge here?" Aryan asked doubtfully.

"Yes, mas. Don't you want it because the only ones selling are carts on the side of the road?" Tara's looks are starting to feel bad because of badmood.

"Darling, why are you so sensitive? I'm just asking, making sure you want chicken porridge?" Aryan replied patiently.

"Sir, please go down and buy 3 servings of chicken porridge huh?" Aryan orders the driver, while giving money to the driver.

"No...! I want Aryan mas who went down to buy chicken porridge, want me to take pictures too."

"The caption of Aryan Cakra House bought porridge on the side of the road for the sake of his beloved wife." Tara laughed giggling.

"Okay, I'm down."

"What matters is that tonight you have to give me a double ration." Aryan's whisper in Tara's ear.

"Aawww.it..." Aryan shouted because Tara pinched him.

"Darling, why does seneng nyubit anyway? What if it was blue-blue? This hurts!" Aryan sulking.

"Ih... Mas spoiled... Buy cepet!" Tara stroked Aryan's arm that she had pinched.

Finally Aryan bought 3 packs of chicken porridge, 2 for him and Tara, 1 of course for the driver. They only eat at the office.

Arriving at the office, Aryan employees became excited because this time Aryan brought Tara to his office.

"It's so pretty, Tara. Ehhh... Tara's mom." Say one of the front receptionists.

"Sstt... Don't be noisy." Said the woman with the receptionist.

"Good morning, sir, ma'am." Greet the receptionist and the woman together.

Tara whispered to Aryan. "Mas, why don't you answer me if you say something?"

"You answered, I nodded my head too." Kilah Aryan's.

"Sorry ma'am, if I'm presumptuous. Mr. Aryan is like that to the female. He doesn't like to talk or smile." Replied a man who was Aryan's assistant.

"Isn't Aryan notoriously friendly?" Tara's confused.

"Maybe it's special for Tara's mother." Said Rony Aryan's assistant.

"Kc... Be quiet! Don't open the card!" Aryan's Word.

They had reached Aryan's room. A well-organized workspace with white walls and black furniture. Typical color for men's workspace.

(Just take 6 photos behind that chair Tara's photos. Current photos of Tara Junior High School, High School, college, graduation and large paintings are paintings of Aryan and Tara when married.)

Aryan sat on the sofa in his study and immediately opened the chicken porridge he had bought.

"Mas, where'd you get those photos of my school days? There's even an SMP photo." Tara asked curiously.

"Of course in various ways. I told you I was watching you. You've been me since Junior High, since our first meeting." Aryan smiled at the thought of their first meeting.

"You cheated, mas. I was confused and looking forward to seeing you again. But I don't know where you're from."

"I think it's just monkey love anyway." Tara continues.

"Kok love monkeys anyway? I'm not a monkey, baby...!" Aryan does not accept the so-called love monkey.

"That's not to love monkeys, mas. It means love that is not stable, rich just amazed."

"Yes, kali... I love the monkey. But if the monkey's as good as Aryan's, I don't refuse." Canda Tara's.

"I'm the..." Aryan's voice rose from anxiety.

"Yes, my handsome mas. It's in the office not at home! Later if the employee mas Aryan hear how?"

"You're making gemes! Here sit!" His hand patted the sofa beside him.

Tara sat down next to Aryan. "Mas, I want to be bribed with you..." Rengek Tara while holding Aryan's arm.

"Okay..." With a swift Aryan immediately greeted Tara.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

"Lake in!" Aryan's orders.

"This sir, drink it." An OB brought water, coffee and tea.

"Why drink so much?" Ask Tara.

The OB was about to answer but he immediately paused his intention to answer Tara's question. He did not dare to stare towards Tara for too long in fear of Aryan's sharp gaze.

"That's coffee for me, tea for you, baby." Aryan said softly.

"Well, Mr. Aryan is very gentle with his wife." Inner of OB.

Without waiting for a long time the OB resigned to resign because it felt disturbing the intimacy of the boss.

"Mas, 1 bribe for me, 2 feed for you." Tara's Order.

"Later if I become fat continue not sixpack anymore how?" Aryan.

"So Aryan prefers me to be fat?" Tara pouting.

"Geez, why is Tara so sensitive?" Inner Aryan.

"Well, if I'm fat, you're looking for a gym, right?"

"Every night Aryan's been gymnastic." Tara said with a flat expression.

"Ha... Ha... Ha... Yes, that's a debate! Aak...!" Aryan told Tara to open her mouth.

"Mas, try checking your social media!"

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Let's see it first..." Tara's orders.

(Watch that Aryan mas who is waiting for chicken porridge yes.)

Caption. "My handsome guy, grateful to be his wife😘😘😘."

Aryan made a comment. "Love you my princess, I'm grateful to be your husband😘😘😘."

Finally Aryan complied with all Tara's requests. Aryan is happy because Tara is spoiled for her. This morning Aryan was smiling.

Tara is very happy, because she knows not all men will act sweet on social media like her husband. Instead of being sweet, sometimes there are men who are embarrassed by his wife's posts and think it is too much.

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