Get off the bed

Chapter 106's

A few weeks later, ah no, it might have been a few months.

Now, Jihan has completely clarified the departure of the mother.

There was even a lot of good news that he had recently received. First, about Selena who is already pregnant. Second, about Jasmine who turned out to be pregnant anyway.

As promised, the age of the content of Selena and Jasmin is the same, 5 weeks.

"Why smile?" arick asked, he had just come out of the bathroom and found the wife sitting on the bed side with a smile on her face, staring at the screen of the phone that was on.

Hearing the voice, Jihan immediately raised her face and looked towards the husband.

Instantly, his face was blushing, even unconsciously he swallowed his own saliva with great difficulty.

He saw Arick who only used a towel, wrapped around the perfect, but did not cover all the body.

The chest of the field is open, complete with several points of water that are still attached.

"Mas, I told you, don't use that towel, just use the kimono towel," explained Jihan nervously.

Seeing that, now it was Arick's turn to smile. Funnier.

"Ji, I don't usually use that. It's easier to put on this towel" Arick said solemnly and Jihan turned her face away.

I don't know, every time I see that body there's a weird swish all over it. It was as if his blood was flowing more profusely, hot.

"It's a change of clothes" explained Jihan, her left hand pointing at the small pile of clothes on the bed, while her face still turned in another direction.

Seeing that, Arick bit his own lower lip, holding back his laughter from breaking.

"Ji, when I took a shower, I sprained my hand, I couldn't wear my own clothes" Arick said, lying to get more attention from his wife.

Hearing that, Jihan hurriedly got up and touched the hand of the husband, left and right in turn.

"Where is sick? this or this? how could Mas, here sit," replied Jihan worried, he just pulled the husband to sit on the bed.

But instead of complying, Arick held his body and pulled Jihan into the deck.

It feels hard but comfortable.

Jihan's face was getting flushed, I swear to whatever she was now very nervous.

Seeing that, Arick could no longer hold back his laughter. He chuckled then hugged Jiham's body tightly.

Hearing the husband's laughter, Jihan suddenly became upset. She knew her husband had just played himself.

"Oh, ngeselin!" moaning Jihan, he hit that chest slowly.

Still with his coolness, Arick made some distance, but both of his hands still hugged Jihan's waist tightly.

"You are still ashamed to see my body. We often see each other. Ah no-no, even we have often shared sweat," said Arick teasingly and increasingly make Jihan like a boiled crab, a blushing face that can no longer be prevented.

"Ih, pervert," replied Jihan who again hit the chest of Arick's field. He pouted and turned his face back. Shame, because his face was so hot.

"In that case, I will get you used to this body" explained Arick with a grin and a cold voice.

The sound that made the feathers of Jihan stand upright at that instant.

Without warning, Arick then pushed Jihan's body to lie on the bed. Directly oppressed without the need for permission.

The two looked at each other, clingy. It is as if reading each other's hearts.

"The wife's husband is the clothes for her partner" said Arick gently, the warm breath sweeping across Jihan's face below.

Jihan was silent, hypnotized and unable to speak. Many meanings of the sentence spoken by her husband, but one that she understood. That between her and Arick is a couple. There was nothing they could cover from the two.

Boldly, Jihan hung both of her hands around her neck, pulled her closer and reached out to her lips.

Meyesapnya deep, channeling all love.

With a smile, Arick replied. A rude reply he had never done. Surprisingly, Jihan was getting worse when the husband sipped her so hard.