Introduction to Box Millionaire

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Once at home, he immediately changed his clothes in a few moments. Micah held his head, in pain and confused as to why he could be treated in the hospital. It was as if he lost the memory of the tragedy that befell him last time.

"Why are you, someone's sick?"

"Mas, it's true that I was sick from fainting from exhaustion in the office, I don't remember. Aaacch."

"Don't be forced, dear, enough to remember the painful. There's more important, you have to think of a heart, a happy soul."

Micah sat down, then remembered Hari's body piece. Micah took off three buttons on her husband's shirt, saying. "Mas, what's this wound? Please don't lie!"

"It's while the mas is riding because it's not a heart, a small collision. You don't have to worry."

"Mas, don't lie! Are you lying about going to an Australian meeting, but having treatment?"

Hari hugged Micah, looking worried Micah. Where he does not want the good man in front of him has serious injuries. Moreover, the more days her husband's face looks fresh, or youthful.

"I told you, it's not serious. There's something more serious, than our current relationship."

"Mas, I changed the bandages?" nod by Hari with a smile.

"Mas Hari, why until now I can not go to the office in several countries, I want to join."

"It's not yet time, after all in all men's offices. I don't want anyone to bother you, Micah."

Holding your breath, again always rejected. Micah wanted to know what her husband was creating, so all the men were working.

Moments later Micah changed the bandage, the bluish-red bruise grinning Micah. Slowly with the heart, he opened and affixed pain relief drugs sprinkled with red medicine. Then close the wound. Micah's hand was held with a smile. There was a sense of worry for Micah, nervousness mixed with cold sweat, when the wind and lightning made the balcony window curtain swept by the wind.

Micah immediately may reflexively close the curtain, while Hari smiles, knowing if Micah is nervous, when they are alone.

"Mas, I'll close it first."

"Heuumphin.."

The cold cut open Micah's pore skin. Self-conscious, eager to ask the last time if mas Hari saw him meet Dani, and he was injured in an accident saw him, or mas Hari had misunderstood, or, the one where Micah hid himself was an accident by his crazy ex Lena of the treasure. But the man had come to stand very close and clung to Micah's back, holding his fingers to close the balcony curtain together.

Eeehmp! Like this, help Micah baby! The murmuring murmur of Hari, silenced the crumbling Micah wanting to ask.

Then Day nervously saw Micah, he walked towards the other door.

Micah looked at her, as Hari opened the door slowly and gently. The thing he could not possibly fear was, where he stared at the sky of the doop room like a single man.

Micah tried to stare at the whole room, kitchen and living room to relax with many ideas.

"What did you see?"

"Mas. If I change the color and all the stuff. Do you mind?" ask Micah.

Day only got a smile, and made her heart melt. A tightness in the wound that hurts so much, it's resistant. Making herself hold back, as she stared at Micah's soothing beautiful face. Honestly he didn't want to make Micah think about him at the moment.

In the eyes of the smile of the man in front of him. Whether Micah was conscious or semi-conscious, he felt the figure of the man he loved. That soft smile, similar to Dani who first welcomed herself and became friends just like college.

'Jeez Micah! Don't be like this, don't let her face be present. Remember in front of you is a better day than the past.

"Micha. Our wedding has been in for a year, but I'm sorry I rarely accompany you. Are you happy?"

Micah approaching the Day. In his mind it was Mas Hari who was talking, but somehow he seemed to see Dani. Micah opened his eyes. Trying to realize not to change the chaotic atmosphere.

"Mas. I've never been a little hurt or sick. If it's you." said Micah.

In the inner Micah. He was very sad and confused about his feelings. If he met Hari, he really wanted to stay long staring and nearby. But his attitude, he was very disappointed and all that he got from the figure of Mas Hari who was very good to him, it's just that the man in front of him is like opening a drug smuggling business, narcotics, where Micah is not allowed to participate, unlike Siren who can always come at any time by the heir of the hartanto.

"May I never hurt you. If I'm wrong, tell us to finish!" whispered Micah.

"Are you teasing me. Micah baby?"

Eeehm.. Micah closed his lips, trying to open his heart even though the man was rarely close by his side. Even so, Hari was entitled to her. It is time for him to fulfill his duty.

As the day slowly drew closer to Micah who was standing, Micah's feet pegged on the sofa and sat down. Shirt studs Day, it's been open perfectly since when I don't know. Micah, with the sting of her husband's deep eyes, was washed away when his waist was reached and sat on his lap.

"Mas, we ...Uhm."

The day had stiffened, holding on to Micah who had been sitting on top of his vortex, this old man made Micah shocked, as On was like a giant eggplant preparing to penetrate into his heart. His rage had been closed and clinging to each other, half open, Micah closed his eyes and saw Day getting closer and tighter getting deeper and deeper into playing the tongue. Micah who sat on Hari's lap rippled as the firm hand touched her sensitive direction.

I don't know why the husband is this old, it does not appear wrinkled skin, and the skin looks like a baby. Or Micah alone who rarely paid attention to her husband, or he just realized her husband is not old very old.

But someone just rang the doorbell of his house.

Ting Nong's!

Hari and Micah opened their eyes, and Hari's hands were clenched, as if annoyed.

"Mas, I'll see who's coming?" micah nervously looked for a hair tie, and tidied up her exposed clothes.

"Stay here, baby! Let the mas see, if it's Eri. His salary will be gone a year this very second."

Gleuuk!!

Micah quietly, he was looking for a TV remote and one of his hands touched his lips, biting his lower lip, the vivid memory of it felt a moment ago, what they had just done. And looking at her husband's gait, it doesn't look like he's forty-eight. Somehow he increasingly wanted to fight Lena, to make sure Hartanto Day remains his own.

The kreeek!

Day, open the door and stare hard. While Micah was staring at Hari's cell phone, where an email contained writing, the herbal system.

Tbc.