Husband's girlfriend!

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Lightning strikes, rain falls. It's seven o'clock in the night, Indra just got home. Nilam actually pity, especially there is no food on the table for the man who is still her husband. Marissa is really unreliable as a wife. Cooking for her husband.

"Gosh, is there no food in this house?" exclamation Indra.

"Buy it, honey. I'm actually lethargic, you'll know for yourself I'm pregnant. Can't be tired." Marissa's voice sounded.

Nilam was still listening from above. Unlike him first, every Indra home there is always food served at the dining table, until it is cold untouched because Indra came home too late.

Nilam was also a little careless, Marissa always used her pregnancy to refuse homework. In fact, not good what Nilam, he still let the food stock ingredients in the refrigerator so that the woman could easily cook for Indra.

"I don't eat from the outside, Marissa. When you didn't think you'd cook for me. It's a simple trick." Indra's voice rang out again, he protested.

"You're what the hell, Ndra. I told you I was tired. I'm pregnant again!"

Patchouli head bobble, pity baby in the stomach is always slandered by his lazy mother. Cooking for a while won't make a miscarriage!

"Pregnancy is no reason for us to laze around, Marissa. You have to learn a lot of things. I'm being kind to you, Ndra. Sit down, or change your clothes first. I'll cook for you."

Nilam finally goes to the kitchen, with sexy lingerie that makes Indra swallow her saliva with difficulty. Now he was sure the hungry was no longer his stomach, but something down there.

Marissa clucked, she sat at the dinner table waiting for Indra.

"You're tired, you're sleeping" Nilam kicked out.

"Like me, where I'm going."

"Can't you cook?" ask Nilam astonished while cutting vegetables for him to make soup. It just so happened that there was chicken breast and some button mushrooms in his fridge.

"No chance, I used to be busy working. You know for yourself, I'm a career woman" said Marissa arrogantly.

"Oh, now maybe you should learn a lot. There's no way Indra you'll let her eat out."

"Later Indra and I will also have a personal servant!" sahut Marissa ketus.

Nilam laughed when he heard it. He was now busy with stoves and groceries. Indra himself has changed clothes, apparently also just finished bathing. Indra's gaze was fixed on Nilam who was increasingly beautiful to the eye. Especially with that sexy lingerie.

He immediately turned his attention to Marissa when she saw him. Indra is now busy with mobile phones but occasionally will glance at Nilam which becomes more tempting.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the cooking was finished. He immediately served it to Indra.

"You want to too?" ask Nilam to Marissa.

The woman looked prestigious, she did not answer. Nilam smiled back.

"I will follow later, Lam," Indra said without being arrested. Marissa's eyes glared at hearing that. Nilam deliberately did not respond, but he did not want Indra in his room anymore.

"What the hell, Ndra?! I'm pregnant again, need you! Don't want to be left behind!" sergeant Marissa quick.

"I must be fair, Ris. How many nights have you been with me."

"Here you go, it's not good to argue in front of the food. You'll go with him, Ndra. I'd rather sleep alone." Nilam replied lazily and then walked away.

There was no reply from Indra, the man was now busying himself with his food. Nilam gawked for a while, seeing Marissa who was moving towards where she was cooking earlier. Then pour the soup into the bowl.

"Basic prestige!" hiss Nilam then closed the door.

At night when the time was ten o'clock at night, Nilam heard the door of his room being knocked. She thought it was an aunt.

"Honey, I miss you so much" whispered Indra.

Nilam looked at him for a moment and took a deep breath.

"Keep, would you like some rations?" ask Nilam while leaning on the door leaf that has not been fully opened. Nilam's challenging chest cleavage made Indra powerless to approach him immediately. But just a step away, Marissa's voice from below was already heard very noisy.

"Geez!" decak Indra is upset.

"There, I don't want tonight to be spent arguing with your wife. Besides, I'm so damn, Ndra."

"Lam, I'm a real miss. Every time I'm with him, you're always imagined" Indra lamented.

"Before, never remembered me when you were wrestling with him. Nevermind." Nilam closed the door, upsetting Indra half to death.

He broke his hair riled, Marissa's voice that cried out from earlier added to his frustration tonight. He misses Nilam but Marissa constantly wants to stick to him.

Nilam himself went back to sleep soundly, not forgetting to lock the door. A message came into his phone.

Have a good night, my dear.

Tommy sent me that sweet message. Nilam smiled slightly, only retorting briefly.

You also.

Then followed by a reply emoticon kiss that made Nilam grunt sebal towards his own phone. He didn't reply, choosing to sleep comfortably tonight. His life is getting more organized now, the broken heart has started to return as usual.