I Became the President's Wife!

Paris

Along the way, Azka is constantly bombarded by silly questions that are constantly asked.

Although all the questions he asked were materialistic, but somehow Reya's expression was like a child offered candy. Azka could only answer yes to all the questions she asked.

azka also knew that Reya was not greedy at all.

They boarded the plane from Qatar airways, Transit for an hour in Doha, and will land at 20:59 local time.

Azka glanced at Reya, who was asleep next to her. Obviously his wife was exhausted, seventeen hours of travel could certainly make a petite woman like Reya fall.

Grokkk

Azka who was still staring at Reya instantly raised her eyebrows, Reya snore that hard? is the sleeping position uncomfortable?

Slowly, Azka fixed the position of his head. Regular breathing was enough to explain that Reya's position was now more comfortable than before.

Not until five minutes, Reya's head had already returned to its previous position. Azka sighed and re-fixed her wife's head ten minutes later, Reya's head returned to its original position.

Haaaahh....

long time annoyed too....

Azka pulled Reya's head, then leaned her on Azka's shoulder. Reya who felt comfortable was clinging more and more towards Azka. Azka smiled slightly and hugged Reya.

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Reya's eyelashes trembled, slowly she opened her eyes. Spreading his gaze around, Reya just remembered that he was on the plane.

Reya turns and finds Azka working on something on her laptop. Reya yawned again while rubbing her eyes, then raised her head which was still propping up on the man's shoulder.

"He... Sory ya ka, pegel no?" ask Reya.

"No" he answered briefly without bothering to turn his head.

"If Pegel says nothing, let me take a massage" said Reya. the woman began to fold the blanket she had been wearing.

Azka closed her eyes and massaged her forehead, "Don't carelessly massage the adult male if you don't know the consequences, Reya" muttered Azka.

"Huh?what's?" Reya did not hear what Azka said. Azka just shook her head and ruffled Reya's hair.

Reya looked strangely at Azka, why does this man like to make his hair fall apart? Reya shook her shoulders and opened a book containing the tourist destination paris in front of her.

Wuhhh! eifel tower, Eiffel tower, Notre-Dame de Paris, Arc de Triomphe, Champ-elysees, Palace de Versailles, then....

"Where are you going first?" azka's sudden voice appeared near her ears, startling Reya. Spontaneous Reya turned towards Azka and found the man's face very close to her Face.

"Yesum! Azka" Reya stroked her chest.

"Why?" tanya Azka plain. Reya gave a rough breath. "Azka, your face is too close" exasperated Reya.

Azka smirked, "Certainly?" The man drew his face closer to Reya, while Reya rewinded his head away from Azka's face. Unfortunately the woman eventually remained cornered, given her position next to the window.

"Azka!" Reya held Azka's chest with both hands. Azka finally stopped judging Reya and laughed amusedly.

"Azka, that's not funny" Reya scolded. "Yes sorry" Azka said as she tried to ease her laughter.

Reya snorted in annoyance. Until now Reya still does not understand the sense of humor of this man who has the status of his husband. He often looks very cold, always looks like it is not easy to approach. Something that Reya thinks is funny often does not make her laugh.But now I understand, Azka considers funny something that makes her hang. Her core one, this man is cruel.

uh, take a lot?

Reya folded her hands, "What's up"

Azka frowned, "Anged?"

Reya Mendegus, "No"

"Kok rich people angry?" ask Azka again. Reya more upset. This is the person, is it clear Reya angry, use in question?

Reya just stood still and stared out the window of the plane, staring at the blue clouds with white clouds.

Azka was confused, was Reya really angry or not? It has been ten minutes Reya stared out continuously, hemm maybe the meaning of her was really angry.

but the question is, how to make Reya not angry anymore at Azka?

Azka fixed her position, "Did I joke her over?"

Reya was still silent, Azka sighed, "Sorry"

Reya glanced at Little Azka then looked back at the window. "Yes"

How come Reya feels guilty now? Reya so confused himself. what because he had never seen any president apologize so easily? is that why Reya wants to cry now?

Reya glanced back at Azka who was beside her, and it turned out that Azka was also staring at her. Reya was shocked and immediately turned back to look at the window.This is why it is like a high school boy who again stole a glance? Ken Reya is twenty-seven years old!

Reya sighed and finally looked back at Azka. "Yes, I'm also too much" Reya said in the end.

Silent for quite a while, Reya was busy reading the catalogue she had just held. Thinking about thinking he had time to go anywhere.

"So where are you going?" ask Azka.

"Famous tourist attractions" replied Reya relaxed. Honestly, Reya has never been to Paris, but she often researches about paris for her novel setting. He also had hoped for a vacation to paris with bagasas if they were married later..

is it good again?! Reya shook her head dispelling her thoughts. Reya was angry at herself, as she was finally still thinking about the bagas until now.

Though clearly the man next to her is much better than the cheating man. Reya sees Azka who is now busy reading the catalogue that Reya holds.

Azka is more handsome and masculine than bagas, and obviously richer.that's all, the rest Reya barely knows what about Azka. actually, Reya used to feel that she knew at least a lot of things about the bagas, but eventually Reya realized that she also did not know what about the man.

Well, bagas again!

Reya massaged her head and allotted the contents of her head that had to be washed. Azka is aware of Reya's behavior, "Dizziness ?" ask her.

Reya just nodded. "Sleep again" Azka said and immediately enveloped Reya.

"I just woke up" Reya said.

"Sleep, there's still three hours before landing" he said.

Inevitably Reya so nodded obeying Azka's words. Reya tries to close her eyes, but her mind continues to trickle down to her who turns out to be still thinking about the person she should have forgotten.

Heart.oh heart..move on dong, please....