
"Anyway, I don't want to know, you're not babu here, so clean-up business and for example someone asked, even if they misunderstood who you are, thought you were maid, say, tell me you're Arya's wife, okay, Dear!" Arya said once more.
But, Ajeng who is clearly accustomed to the words helpers admitted difficulties, he never competed like a big host, whatever he would do.
The problem is that all the Aryan family get together, know for themselves they have facial qualities that are close to jewels and diamonds, can not be compared with Ajeng, likely many will mistake.
"Mass-out"
"You're crazy, I don't accept it!" Arya turned around to back him.
Ajeng stepped closer, being a wife was not like when she was alone, free to do anything, here she also had to keep her husband's good name, which she did also with her husband's permission, and here she also had to keep her husband's good name, don't let Arya get upset.
"If you don't obey me, don't talk to me, just say it!"
Hilo,
"Don't do that, you can't talk to a chicken, just talk to you now!" Ajeng hugged Arya from behind, she stuck her cheek on that back. "Ajeng nurut with you, yes, later will join with others, do not hold his job maid, Mas."
"No, you like to lie!"
"No, this time I really did. I don't want to waste time serving you, you want to be far away, so let's just take care of this, I just check like a mother," explained Ajeng.
A slightly heavy sigh was heard, Arya pulled and moved Ajeng's position to the front, covered with a shiny face because he liked the heat in the chicken coop, then looked down and put their lips together.
Whatever is in Ajeng like a diamond for him, after all, now Ajeng diligently brushes his teeth and gives his body perfume, Arya more attached.
Can Arya listen to his wife's loud heartbeat, every kiss will be the same as this, pounding, Ajeng like running race even though they have often spent the night together.
"Arya, which one is this, to meet!" the sound of Mrs Ratih knocking on the door. "If you have, bring it down!"
Arya took off her lips, one corner of her lips lifted, while Ajeng lowered his head to hide her discolored cheeks.
Bugh!
"Dude!"
"You if marahan that makes me afraid," I Ajeng.
"Fear why?"
"Fear you stay, do these Ajeng like to volunteer, later you will continue to live Ajeng."
"No, wek!" Arya stuck out her tongue. "His son just playing live, who found you like diamonds, do not want me, until dead yes the same me!"
"Heheheheh, don't get angry anymore, do you?" Ajeng stared at the bead teasing Arya.
Arya shook her head, she never got angry with Ajeng, just like this was indeed the way she told her super wife a lot of whims and ideas.
If not balanced with Aryan models like this, he will continue to feel inferior and worthy of distinction. Meanwhile, there is no such thing, Ajeng is the wife of Arya, the position is the same and does not need to be humble, or until there is a degrading, even if it is his own relatives.
"Mas, he said, come on out, come on!"
"Lo wear that dress, pretty."
"Heeeem, try Ajeng do not come months, how many rounds to pay for the compliment, huh?"
Arya chuckles, she hugs for a while before freeing Ajeng meet all the big Arya family, there is a sense of unwillingness, the sweet clothes want him only Arya to see, adore in every night there is.
"Dear, inget ya!" Arya glanced cynically.
"Yes, Mas, promise."
***
Heavy, today he had to leave Ajeng in order to take care of the future he would be proud of.
Her dream of having children with Ajeng requires her to undergo the operation, all the items she will bring have been prepared, although she knows Ajeng must also divide time in the consul's bureau.
"I don't want to go, I still want to go."
If calculated, soon the period is finished, but Arya is not at home.
"Kangens? Willa?"
"Who doesn't miss her husband, wife obviously misses. Ajeng is not willing if you stay, but if you don't live there, how can Ajeng have children, so have to fight first, yes?"
"Tumben pinter."
Ajeng himself is heavy because he has not decided whether to give Arya a surprise or not there, he feels the money is less, Arya money he must save, want it to continue to peak, he wants to always be there.
Never Ajeng to hug Arya this close, more often Arya who hugged first.
"Dear, you cry?"
"No, just want to grow."
"Eheheeh," Arya laughed, she lifted up and sat Ajeng on her lap. "Birds shake tight a little bit, no problem, he's strong!"
"You're!"
"Dear, that's real crying, hayo!" hate Arya when she sees Ajeng crying even though it's dealing with her. "No, I don't like it before I go see you cry, no fun!"
Ajeng hide his face, he yes mixed it feels, fear also Arya kecolongan meet the same model with Ellin, there will be a second volume Ellin, obviously the person there can not be compared with the mediocre Ajeng.
The shadow left by the husband like soap operas began to fill his head, he repeatedly dodged, but still appeared and mastered his mind.
"Dear, udaaaaaah .. do I have lo?"
Ajeng shook his head, he looked down at Arya's groin which was expanding tight, then he rubbed, obviously Arya immediately groaned.
"He's not going to find another highway, is he?"
Arya's eyes open, she looks at his wife.
"No, Dear. It won't." Arya doesn't face Ajeng. "Lo cry because I'm afraid I'm playing girls there?"
Ajeng nodded, his lips trembled back, he never felt this scared as he was with anyone, quite ignorant of how his parents were, he did not want any major problems concerning Arya there.
"Well if you're worried, hem?" Arya chased the eyeballs that kept dodging it. "Gue loves you, believe me, right Dear?"
Ajeng nodded again.
"Okay, if you believe me, it won't happen like a git-"
"When someone traps you how? Kan, already the trend is Mas Arya, love what sleeping pills are, keep you playing with girls." Ajeng's lips quiver again.
"Dear, there will be my whipped bird in a pepes model buntel, as well as eggs, no one will want to trap, look at the males. Unless, if you are there, do not need the help of a doctor to change the bandage, you open the bandage lid, free you want apain nih heirloom!"
"Pepes?" Focus on there. "Birds pepes, bird eggs?