Beautiful Psychiatric Transmigration

Treat Sweet

This morning until noon the wedding and reception was over. Then the afternoon, Renata and her husband immediately went to the airport with a Limousine car that has been decorated like a wedding car in general. After that, fly to country B using a private jet owned by Grandpa Ashton.

The plan, they will spend five days honeymoon.

Now Renata is at the airport apron. She still appears in a wedding dress, as well as Mr. J who is standing next to her while calling someone.

Impressed grasak-grusuk indeed, even they did not have time to change clothes, while their goods either since when it has been prepared in large suitcases.

Renata's toes felt very painful, the soles of his feet also felt hot. Perhaps this was because he had stood for too long in high heels. Renata wanted to let go but there was no way he would stand barefoot. He also massaged his sore calves.

And as Renata massaged the calf, Mr. J, who had kept the phone in his pants pocket, asked, "What are you doing?"

Renata was a little happy to ask the husband, even though it sounded very cold. How else, it was her husband's style of speech.

"My feet hurt," Renata replied more whining.

Renata hoped that her husband would carry her like a princess. However, the words coming out of Mr. J's mouth immediately broke that hope.

"Don't spoil it."

Really too. Renata pursed her lips.

Setts

Renata was stunned when Mr. Junk crouched down in front of her, taking off the high heels that made her uncomfortable.

Then Renata breathed a sigh of relief while looking at her feet that were not wrapped in shoes. And the unexpected thing that Mr. J did next was to take off the pantofel shoes he was wearing and put them on Renata's legs.

Renata's eyes flickered after the husband stood up from his squatting position.

"Hold this," said Mr. J handed Renata a pair of high-heeled shoes.

Renata accepts it, her gaze turning down, staring at Mr. J's pair of legs that don't wear anything── barefoot, "You're okay like that?" tanyakanya.

"It's okay," Mr. J replied as if it didn't embarrass him or make his feet hurt from rubbing against the asphalt.

Renata nibbled on the inner cheek, feeling uneasy with the sweet treatment of her husband. How could he not fall for that man more and more?

Just as Renata was about to thank him, a Bodyguard approached and said their plane was ready.

"Come, the plane is ready," said Mr. J immediately walking in front, leaving Renata a few steps behind.

Grandpa Ashton's private jet is amazingly luxurious. Renata to his amazement. Indeed this is not the first time for him to ride a private jet, but still Renata is amazed by the luxury emblazoned on every inch of the plane.

The best marble floors and carpets, a beautiful blend with a variety of crystals around. Start lights, flower vases, and drinking utensils such as wine bottles and glasses. This aircraft has various luxurious facilities in it such as, a bedroom with a comfortable soft mattress, a bathroom with a large shower, a dining room, even a home theater to relax.

"Even this is more luxurious than a five-star hotel," amazed Renata while walking around the cabin of the plane.

Renata smiled followed by a small laugh. She didn't care about her husband's scorn. Now he's too happy.

"What's this?" asked Renata after receiving the paper bag given by Mr. J. Then immediately see the contents, a dress and slip on shoes that are still wrapped neatly.

"Something more comfortable to wear than a wedding dress. After that rest because the trip will take about an hour and a half," said Mr. J.

Renata's face looked up, looking at the husband who was looking at him flat with a very handsome face. Renata could not stand the sweet treatment he constantly received.

Renata pulled the collar of the shirt Mr. J was wearing until her husband looked down, and gave a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you."

Then Renata immediately turned around to head for the bathroom, leaving the stiff Lord J in place.

Mr. J held his cheek, still he could feel the tenderness of Renata's lips that were imprinted there. Then he held his left chest. Because seconds later, he felt that his heart was pounding. This was always present when he was with Renata.

**

After cleaning herself and changing clothes, Renata put herself to bed. Finally he can rest after the busy wedding party, especially resting while enjoying the atmosphere on the clouds.

Forgetting for a moment the various problems in her life, Renata closed her eyes and slept with a regular breath.

Just when Renata closed his eyes, Mr. J who had also changed into a baby blue shirt came, his legs clad in beige trousers stepped slowly closer and ended up sitting on the edge of the bed. He saw the sleeping face of his wife who looked so peaceful.

The handsome men's fingers slowly touched Renata's sleeping face. From the eyes, down to the tiny but pointed nose, then down to the lips of peaches that feel like jelly. Renata looks tired and slumbering until not disturbed touch.

Long enough the man stared at Renata's sleeping face. Reviewing their first meeting got to this stage. All that is worth of each other's benefits and interests then means to be a sacred bond.

Jefra Tjong who does not believe in love because of bad past memories somehow cannot control her feelings. He was afraid that his feelings would flourish and would stab him worse. There would be pain that he would feel if the girl went away from him one day. She doesn't want to end up being like her mother.

"No, realize. You mustn't fall in love with her, Jefra Tjong," said Mr. J as if talking to himself, his hands roughing his black hair.

The next second his head felt dizzy and his innermost heart was congested. Without the man realizing it, his previous unremembered memories defied what he had said just now.

"Did I have a brain disease?" Mr. J really does not understand why his head is often suddenly dizzy like this.

"Huh? Who has brain disease?" renata asked with a slight screech, the girl finally woke up. Maybe because I was disturbed to hear Mr. J's agonizing moans.

Renata was shocked when she saw her husband beating his own head. With a quick movement Renata down from the bed and immediately crouched in front of Mr. J who was still in a position to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Stop. Don't hit your head, honey."

Renata said softly while holding both hands of Mr. J.

_To Be Continued_