Beautiful Psychiatric Transmigration

Wild Cat

The driver who picked up was ready with some Bodyguard.

Mr. J and Renata went straight to the resort to stay the night. Grandpa Ashton's choice of resort is indeed the best place besides its services, a strategic place to enjoy the beautiful country B is the attraction of this romantic resort.

Both arrived at eight o'clock in the evening.

Red rose petals were scattered and a pair of goose-shaped towels lay in the middle of the bed.

"Well, funny!" peekkik Renata as she grabbed one of the goose-shaped towels and hugged him.

Mr. J shook his head to look at Renata's behavior. It seemed like he had to get used to his noisy wife. Then the handsome man stepped up to sit himself on the sofa, watching the Bodyguards who were crafting their suitcases.

"That's so lovely!" Renata screamed again as she opened the door leading to the balcony.

Renata can feel the cool air with a breeze that makes it feel at home for a long time. Can be seen clearly the beauty of the beach to the sound of waves that are still heard clearly, the location of their rooms is really strategic.

Country B is famous for the beauty of island clusters, the sea, and the beauty of attractive coral reefs and underwater life wrapped in a background of stunning clear water. Do not forget also the beach is free from the sound of motor traffic with a calm island atmosphere.

It is a perfect place to have a romantic honeymoon.

It didn't take long for the Bodyguards to complete their tasks.

"You can go" said Mr. J. later.

"Good, Sir."

After that, only Master J and Renata were in the room.

Why am I being so stubborn?

Thought Mr. J because the heartbeat started to be unstable. He's not a stupid guy who doesn't know what a newlywed couple will do on the first night. That's what makes him awkward and confused about what to do.

Why is he the one who beats like this? Shouldn't this feeling be felt by women?

"He doesn't love me, of course he must feel ordinary" murmured Mr. J speculated himself.

Mr. J bit his thumb, imagining the incident while on the plane. Then the ears turn red. At that time he was too carried away. Mr. J is also convinced that Renata is also the same as himself. They just get carried away.

Should he talk about this with his wife?

Renata was willing to call him 'honey', but not necessarily willing to touch him on the first night. Both of them were married, but not for love.

Renata's voice that somehow said what averted Mr. J's mind for a moment.

"It's up to you to do what," replied the real Mr. J who did not hear clearly what Renata had said.

Then Mr. J drifted back into his mind.

However, if they did not do 'it' the wife would not be able to conceive the heir of the Tjong family. Come on, a baby can't come by itself or get it from a stork from a chimney!

Back to the agreed agreement.

Inevitably Renata must indeed conceive the heir of the Tjong family so that their initial lies are not discovered.

While in the bathroom, where Renata is.

"Oh, how's this? I forgot to bring my nightgown."

It looks like Renata is panicking.

She told her husband to shower first. However, because he was in a hurry to not feel at home with his sticky state, he forgot to bring clothes that were still in the suitcase.

"Renata, you are really careless," grumbled Renata cursing to himself.

Looks like he's gonna have to ask Mr. J to get some clothes. But what about the underwear?

Renata's face flushed instantly.

"Oh, that's so embarrassing!"

Did she ask for her suitcase downstairs to the bathroom? But it will feel strange if the suitcase is taken to the bathroom.

Did he come out with a towel?

But...

"Tempting your own husband is okay."

Then a ignorant grin rose on the girl's lips.

And sure enough, Renata decided to go out using only a towel.

Cclek

The sound from the open bathroom door made Mr. J pensive on the sofa.

The man looked and was immediately surprised not to play when he saw Renata coming out from behind the door, even to drop the phone he was holding.

Saliva with difficulty because the wife looks very tempting faith.

How can Renata get out of the bathroom using only a thin towel that covers the chest to mid thigh?

"Why are you only wearing a towel?" Mr. J asked with an irregular breath. He even tried not to nosebleed.

Renata grinned without any guilt, "I forgot to bring clothes to the bathroom."

Argh... This wild cat! inner Lord J shouted out in ruffian.

Mr. J's view is now different, it feels like he lunged at his wife. However, he tried to maintain sanity.

Then the man picked up his phone that had fallen to the point that its lower part had a crack. Then rise with the eyeballs moving staring in the other direction, as much as possible to divert the gaze from the mad body of the wife.

"Where are you going?" Renata asked as he approached Mr. J who indicated the movement wanted to leave.

"Stop in your place!" exclaim Mr. J by gesturing the hand outstretched forward.

Renata stopped for a moment. Her pretty face is wrinkled confused aka pretending to be confused.

"Why, anyway?"

"Oh, Jesus! You still asking?"

Mr. J said with a slight loud exclaim, there was a huff in the tone. His head was looking to the side, still trying to keep his eyes on.

"Do you have no shame! You can only wear a towel in front of a man!" sentak Mr. J.

"But you are my husband" Renata replied with a smile. Assume that the husband is too old-fashioned in this business.

"But still it can't be like that!"'

"Oh, can't you, huh?" Renata said innocently.

In the heart of Renata was so happy because it had succeeded in tempting the husband who was clearly seen as a drunkenness. Renata is so fucking jail.

"No! I'm going out, put on your clothes. After that we have to talk."

After saying that, Mr. J turned around to leave the room.

Blams

Along with the sound of a room door being closed Renata speechless on the spot. Renata's mouth when it was just agape, but then only a small laugh that enlivened the room.

"Why did he come out? I can dress in the bathroom."

Then Renata began to move towards the suitcases lying beside the bed.

It took Renata quite a long time to find her nightgown, because it was not she herself who put her clothes into the suitcase, it seemed like the servants were doing it.

Then the ignorant grin rose again on the lips of the marble.

I don't know what Renata is planning this time.

_To Be Continued_