Husband's girlfriend!

Dead Flea

Nilam was relaxed, acting as if accepting that he was sincere Indra would share with Marissa. One night at dinner, Indra apparently brought Marissa to eat together in their dining room. Nilam had just come down when his servant called, telling his employer that Indra had come back with Marissa.

"Lam, I'm taking Marissa to dinner tonight. You don't mind, do you?" tanya Indra is sickening.

Nilam came down, he just got home from the salon. Her look was so fresh, her hair had just been in a wavy shape because just a moment ago, Nilam had a meeting with a famous producer along with Yuki. Of course Indra did not know that, Nilam did not want to tell him.

As Nilam came down from the stairs, Indra looked at him with an adoring look. That made Marissa upset. It so pinched again Indra's waist to make the man scream in pain.

"So your eyes, Ndra! Soon she's not just your wife, but me!" marissa's snort was unsettled, while Nilam only chuckled at the sight.

The fragrance of Nilam's body just came out, as he passed by two illicit couples who were already sitting on his dining table. The aroma of vanilla, a characteristic feature of Nilam Asmarani. Indra again swallowed his hard-earned salivary as Nilam sat quietly in front of them.

"Eat, I deliberately asked auntie to cook a good meal, I'm sure you don't cook." Nilam pointed at Marissa with his wiggly finger.

Marissa looked at him hatefully, Nilam likes that. He became more and more excited about playing the role.

"The plan is, I'll sleep here tonight too." Marissa said, Nilam laughed again. She shook her head.

"Marissa, you're going to be his wife soon, too, but that doesn't mean you can just as easily get in and out of this house. I'm still entitled to Indra, so before you marry her, don't ever expect to sleep here. If you eat yes. I feel sorry for you, afraid you'll starve."

Marissa glared at him, she clasped Indra's arm, asking Indra to defend her.

"Nilam's right, Ris. I wouldn't feel good about the neighbors of this complex if you'd been sleeping here. Be patient until we get married. Not long."

Sick of Nilam hearing it, but in still trying to calm down also casually faced these two shameless humans in front of him.

Nilam ate quietly. The waiter poured drinks for Nilam, serving Nilam took side dishes but not with the two people in front of him. That made Marissa even more upset.

"Pour for Indra, you must learn to be a good wife." Patchouli the blessing with a sweet smile, Marissa clucked bitterly.

"It would not be fair, Lam, if you only ordered the servant to serve you. Aren't I your husband too, and Marissa will soon be your honeymoon? She's pregnant with my son too, doesn't that mean she's going to be your son too?"

Hmh! Nilam almost puked at the words of that son of a bitch! He just shook his head inexhaustibly with Indra's statement just now. Pede once felt that Nilam sincerely will actually have honey.

"It is precisely because she is pregnant that she has to learn many things. Right, Bi?" Nilam turned to his servant who immediately gave a thumbs up sign in agreement.

"So tonight I can't sleep here, Ndra?"

"Don't argue, Marissa. The neighbors here are all like CCTV. They will definitely report you to RT if you dare to stay the night before the wedding between you and Indra."

Nilam looked at the satisfied face of the pias Marissa who was still made haughty in front of him. However, he ended up no longer whining but instead, he asked Indra to come with him. Nilam let it be but strongly believes that Indra will surely come to him tonight.

As he continued to eat, Nilam's phone rang. From an unknown number. Nilam so frowned. He never gave his number to anyone. However, he was finally picked up by the phone call.

"Hallo, Nilam is here." Nilam started the first conversation.

"Hallo darling, it's Tommy."

Patchouli was silent for a moment.

What the fuck is this guy calling me all? Wear it again.

But Nilam had a better idea. Tommy called in time.

"Oh, Tommy, I'll call you back, yeah, I'm home."

Indra's face instantly turned red. He's jealous. Nilam watched her slowly and gently hung up after a short conversation with Tommy.

"Who, Lam?!" ask her a little bit.

"Slow, Ndra." Nilam said casually then took a sip of his drink.

Indra looked at Nilam sharply. While Nilam himself enjoyed the look of jealousy of the man who was still her husband status.

"Alright, just continue eating you guys. I want to rest, my schedule is getting tight. And you," point Nilam at Marissa. "Don't forget to go home, the limit is only until nine o'clock."

"You!" Marissa stood up, about to attack Nilam who immediately raised her hand.

"Wow wow, don't be like that in people's homes, you can be reported for unpleasant deeds. Remember, you're not married to Indra yet, there's no right here." Nilam then lowered his hand and moved towards the stairs. The path is graceful and elegant with a round and beautiful butt that is bent as if mocking the overheated Marissa in her place now.

Indra himself just froze, he did not expect, Nilam can change so quickly. Beyond his expectations.