Another Dream Man

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Until noon, Tara was really waiting for Aryan who was working. To overcome the boredom Tara has prepared a tablet to draw a dress design. Every now and then she smiles at Aryan who she thinks looks sexy when she is seriously working.

"It's so cool my husband, it's so cool." Inner Tara.

Tara always pays attention whenever any employee walks into Aryan's room. From earlier that entered must have been a man, Tara did not see any women who entered the room Aryan. Tara was amazed to make it, she was eager to ask Aryan, but her husband was busy researching files on his laptop. When it comes to moody-an, it is difficult to guess and overcome. Tara got up from her seat and walked towards Aryan's place which was still busy with her laptop. Aryan was not aware when Tara was already beside him.

"Maaa."

Tara put Aryan's hand away from the top of her laptop keyboard and immediately sat on Aryan's lap, she held her hand on Aryan's shoulder.

"Why, baby?" Aryan was a little surprised.

"Are you bored?" Aryan Imbuh.

"No, I just want to be on my bench. Aryan is serious about laptops." Tara looked at Aryan's laptop screen.

"You saw for yourself, didn't you check the report again." Aryan is patient.

"Such a machine, you mas!" Pinched both cheeks Aryan.

"I want my sack to be taken home." Smiles are unclear.

"Oh my goodness, baby. It's not a cat you can sack!" Aryan pinched Tara's cheek.

"Mas Aryan is not a cat anyway, like more like a lion?" Tara Mumbled.

"Well, what a lion?" Wonder.

"Yes like a strong and mighty Simba." Tara.

Tara's hand began to venture into Aryan's muscular arm, then moved to Aryan's chest which was fielded. Aryan was holding back because he was in the office.

"Darling, we better get home." Aryan.

"Your work is not finished yet, my husband!" Wonder.

"If you sit on my lap like this, there I'll do something else, which is better for sure." Smile.

"meaning?" Tara still didn't realize.

"Darling, are you flirting with me?"

"Darling, you're not making strong mas nahan. Let's go home now and go on another honeymoon."

Tara begins to understand Aryan's intentions. "Mas, want that?"

"You want your flowers, let's go home!" Aryan's Word.

"Here you are, mas." Tara Struggles.

"It's the office, baby. If anyone hears what?"

"So, if his clothes become scuffed and dirty with sweat how?"

"Down the boutique phone tell bring new clothes here, in the car there too. It just has to be slow."

"Seriously, baby." Aryan is getting excited.

"Yes, my handsome mas."

Tara stood up and wanted to walk away.

"Darling, why go anyway?" Aryan felt given false hope, even though he had hoped to continue doing more.

"You want the door lock, mom! All of you would like to tell your assistant not to disturb him for the next 30 minutes." Tara Obviously.

"Recardly 30 minutes?" Aryan.

Tara did not pay attention to Aryan's words and continued to go outside the room and give instructions to Aryan's assistant. From that second until the next 1 hour, Aryan wanted to rest for a while and should not be disturbed, so Tara's message to the assistant. Tara locked the door and took off the blazers and threw them on the couch. Tara sat back in Aryan's lap, the table was slightly tidied up and the laptop was already stored.

(Illustration doang ya guys, photos of other people)

"Why is Tara so aggressive? If I ask it, it's gonna be a bad mood." Inner Aryan.

"So you don't want to go on a honeymoon anymore?" Aryan was a little disappointed.

"The honeymoon can be anywhere and anytime as long as the door is locked tightly. As long as Aryan's still strong." Tara menci*m Aryan first.

Aryan did not stay silent and took over the leadership. Hot days will get hotter if the room is airless.

"You want the old one or the old one, baby?"

"Peter ajaaa... If it's at home for a long time."

"Honey, if you are uncomfortable or feel that there is less, say the same to me. Don't hesitate!" Aryan.

"Whatever you do, I love it. Is Aryan satisfied with my service? "

"Will never be satisfied, which is what you want again and again. You're so fucking stupid, baby." Laughs happily.

"If you come to the office every day, it seems like I'll be more upbeat." Its effects.

"Cepet mas, can't stand it!"

Finally the afternoon sport ended quickly. Fortunately, in Aryan's workroom there is also a toilet, Tara was cleaning herself there. Aryan was waiting for the driver who picked up the shirt in the car.

"Is it possible that Tara has prepared all this? It feels so happy, my life feels more perfect than ever. But I'm still wondering why Tara's getting more aggressive than usual." Inner Aryan.

Aryan gave a change of clothes to Tara, it was unthinkable how later the employees will gossip. Tara's out of the toilet.

"Mas, it looks like my stomach is cramping." Tara complains while holding her stomach.

"Come to the hospital." Aryan quickly took Tara.

"Mas, put me down, let me rest on the couch first. It doesn't hurt too much, it might be gone soon." Pinta Tara's.

"I'm not sure, honey. We'd better go see a doctor. Or I'll call my personal doctor, let him come here." Aryan's Advice.

"Mas, what date is it?" Not answering Aryan's advice, he asked back.

"date 25. Why even a date? Or because you want a guest every month?"

"The 25th." Tara fell silent and thought.

"Yes the 25th. Yeah, I called the doctor." Aryan's Disconnect.

"Don't, mas." Tara blocks Aryan's hand from calling.

"Darling..." Aryan said softly.

"Seriously, mas. Don't call the doctor! Tomorrow morning we make sure first, if we've definitely just gone to the obstetrician." Tara girang.

"meaning?"

"Are you sick, are you excited?" Aryan wonder.

"Later home from the office Aryan must buy a test pact at the pharmacy. Can't ask anyone else!" Tara's orders.

"Test pack?" Aryan was silent for a moment.

"Are you pregnant, baby?" Shouted Aryan.

"Hussshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Don't fuck around, my handsome mas." Tara pinched both of Aryan's cheeks. Then at a glance menci*m his lips.

Aryan was about to cry*m Tara again, but Tara grimaced with a slight cramp.

"Don't be too happy first, ma'am. Tomorrow morning we make sure we use the test pack." Advice Tara.

"Why not now? I'm buying it now, right?" Aryan spirit.

"Mas, the test pack is most accurate in the morning, when you wake up. So then... Patience is yes..." Give understanding.

"Yes, honey. Even if the results are still not yet, we will diligently try again." Smiles are unclear.

"So don't over think, okay!"

"Yes, my good-natured and caring mas. More love." They hugged.

"May this happiness not pass quickly, dear." Inner Aryan.

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