Jum Wo Ai Ni

Lorises

Nurul was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Juminten enjoyed the news broadcast while munching on boiled yams. Women who usually like to be busy in the kitchen are now rarely there. Instead of cooking Juminten prefers to spend its time relaxing.

The sweet woman was cosplaying herself to be a sloth that was super lazy, even to just take a bath Juminten had to be told by Dylan.

Viewers as you can see, some of these buses have taken employees out of the factory during business hours. Are they all in PHK, as is the news? unfortunately, none of them answered when we asked questions about it.

"That's the factory where Dylan's company is producing," muttered Juminten with a mouth full of yams.

The black-fingered eyes narrowed, noticing the reporter who was interviewing an employee who worked at the factory. However, the employee did not want to answer the question asked by the reporter, he just answered not knowing.

"Did anything happen to Dylan's company?" Juminten asked himself.

Juminten's eyes widened when he saw the husband who was in the television show. Not about anything good, Juminten's husband just got out of the car, he was seen running to the office because he was hunted by reporters who kept asking about the bankruptcy issue of his company.

"What are you doing?" the baritone voice made Juminten turn.

Dylan, the man had already returned home from the office in a shabby state, his handsome face looking very tired. Like the new macul from the rice field, only the difference is he is clean and does not bring the hoe home.

"Let's see you're being tempted" Juminten replied with a mouthful of yams. He turned his face back to the television.

Dylan smiled wryly at the footage of himself that the reporter had been chasing this morning.

"Don't forget to take a shower!" dylan shouted as he passed.

"God males!" juminten replied with a shout.

"You Squid, I don't want my bed to stink because of you!"

"I don't want to sleep with you either!"

"Mandy!"

"Relieve it!"

"Basic Squid!"

"Basic Dodol!"

Nurul could only shake to see the two masters yelling at each other, even though their distance was not too far away.

The atmosphere of the house was indeed quite crowded these few days, more precisely about this week. Juminten becomes a super lazy woman to take care of herself.

Dylan who incidentally likes to clean is always fighting with his wife when the night is approaching, and it looks like tonight will also be the same. Because until now Juminten has not moved from the front of the television.

Dylan laid his body beside Juminten. Tonight the war did not happen because Juminten was ready to clean up.

"Tumben was clean" said Dylan, with his arms stretched out, clutching his wife's waist.

"Forced by Mbak Nurul, in the same bath he was," said Juminten without turning his head.

"Rem ... Good then, I will raise Nurul's salary if I can make you take regular baths. You're weird anyway, take a bath at forced everything?"

Dylan flicked his wife's hair, then placed his chin on Juminten's shoulder.

"Have you seen the news?" ask Dylan.

"It."

"How do you think?"

"Wherever what?"

"Yes, how are you?"

"You ask which news? I saw a lot of news today? About the cobra snake entering under the mattress, or begal motor earlier. Ah, I know you would want to ask about the muting kutang that was pounded by the citizens right. That's if it's not wrong the place is not far from here, serem ya-"

Dylan closed Juminten's mouth with his hands, so that the wife would stop.

"Why is it closed?! I'm not done talking!" juminten protests, after successfully releasing Dylan's hand.

"Jeez Squid, I don't care about cobra snakes, begal motor, let alone maling kutang!" shouted Dylan annoyed, he felt his blood pressure suddenly rise to the top.

"Lha continues?" juminten asked with a innocent face without sin.

Dylan took a deep breath.

"News about me, about my company," he said softly, with eyes that looked soft.

"O, that. Don't know, how are you? it's you who have the company" replied Juminten relaxed like on the beach. Totally beyond Dylan's expectations.

"When I'm really broke how?" this time Dylan asked seriously, his gaze locking onto Juminten's eyes.

"Not how."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm fucking sorry." Juminten was about to turn his back on Dylan, but was restrained by the man.

"Why what?" juminten asked with bulging eyes, there was an uneasy feeling seeing Dylan's face adorned with a wide smile that was suspicious.

"Request me!"

After a week of fasting because Juminten kekeh did not shower and chose to sleep in the next room, now finally the banana ambon can meet the sheath.

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Three days since the news of the bankruptcy of Dylan's company became a trending topic on social media, although the news is still confusing because there is no one who agreed, but not also denied.

They seem to let the nitizens speculate as they please, whether true or not. However, people already believed that the giant company led by Dylan began to collapse.

This weekend Dylan took Jessica for a walk, and as usual the woman would choose an unusual place. A place where he could spend his wife's money.

"Honey, I want this dong," he whined while writhing spoiled in Dylan's arms.

A Kremes brand bag came out the latest, became the target of Jessica this time.

"Other times, dear, the company is in need of large funds now. So I can't carelessly waste money," Dylan subtly refused, hoping that his lover could understand.

Although Raka and the Mama often say something bad about Jessicca. Dylan did not believe it for granted, despite a speck of doubt on Jessica, but Dylan still believed. Jessica is not what they say she is.

"What did you say!? carelessly wasting money?!" Jessica let go of the hand, snorting mischievously.

"So you think I've been buying things for nothing, so!" jolt Jessica with a grunt.

"You know what my job is. Model Dylan model! I can't use an item more than once, it can ruin my reputation if it's like that!"

"Dear I know, calm down. I'll buy this if the company's finances are restored," Dylan clasped the lover's hand.

"Yes, we'll go home then. Why go for a walk if you don't buy anything," he said in a sharp tone.

"Ok, but before we go home we eat first yes," asked Dylan, answered a nod by Jessica.

Dylan smiled, his premonition right. Jessica was willing to understand her situation now. He also did not ask for a break up like Raka said.