Jum Wo Ai Ni

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The night is quite long for the newlyweds, only three months they sailed the household ark.

Juminten was still curled up in a blanket, while her husband was tidy and ready to go to work.

"don't you wake up?" dylan asked as he tidied up his tie, the man stared at the lump of blankets containing the shirtless woman.

"Ehm .. males, still sleepy," replied Juminten softly in a hoarse voice.

"Give up, I work first! don't forget to take a shower" Dylan said as he stepped out of the room.

"Yes! bawel," said Juminten annoyed.

After Dylan came out of Juminten's room trying to gather his consciousness. He could no longer sleep after leaving, but he was still very much asleep. But it's useless because there's no more Dylan there.

The woman got up, slowly she lowered one by one her bare feet, not just the legs. Juminten's body was also plain without thread, he let the blanket that covered his plain body sag just like that.

He walked with a shunt to the bathroom, although very lazy to take a shower. But the sticky feeling after being in the sweat with the husband, made Juminten feel uncomfortable.

"Sir, what's the news about Dylan's company?" juminten asked before bribing the racing lontong into his mouth.

Nurul's hand that had been wiping the table stopped, he turned to his young master who was enjoying the breakfast of bad luck.

"It looks like the real Non, because yesterday I accidentally heard Young Master on the phone. Sir is angry with the person on his phone, he said Mr. a big loss because of the person. What I heard was so Non," Nurul replied at length.

Juminten mangosteen heard Nurul's reply. He also enjoyed his lontong racing. Nurul looked at her young Miss in surprise, there was not the slightest trace of worry on her pretty face after hearing her reply.

"Why did Mba Nurul see me like that?"

"Eh, not Non. I just want to ask, what will you do in masakin noon?" kilah Nurul fast.

Juminten just smiled, he put his spoon on an empty plate. The woman got up and walked towards Nurul.

"No, ma'am, I'll be out soon. Maybe it's a little late in the afternoon so later lunch will not eat at home" replied Juminten as he walked past Nurul.

"Where is the madam going?"

"Meeting, Ma'am. I want to get ready first."

Nurul looked at Juminten's back who was climbing the stairs, though not looking anxious. But the woman looked different, like she was thinking about something. Nurul, who served as Mayleen's spy, immediately reported the current atmosphere of the house.

The blue sky was almost completely swallowed by the darkness, Dylan had just arrived and parked his car in the garage. The narrow-eyed man had just got out of the car, when the wife entered when Juminten came.

"Where are you from?!" ask Dylan with a pout.

"From the same meeting," replied Juminten casually, he just waltzed.

Dylan who was furious pulled Juminten Juminten's hand tightly, until the woman turned around and faced him.

"Remember, you're still my wife you're going to go where, see who's the same, there's got to be permission from me, okay!" Dylan said in an elevated voice.

Juminten stared confusedly at the tired face of his man, he took a deep breath then exhaled slowly. Trying not to get emotional.

"I sent you a short message this morning, didn't you read it?"

"Try checking your phone first. Come on in, you must be tired. I'm a coffee bikini." Juminten grabbed Dylan's hand, then pulled it slowly.

Dylan followed in the steps of his wife.

"Sit. I'm going to the kitchen for a second." Dylan nodded, he landed his butt on the living room couch.

Juminten brought along the coffee he had just finished making, hoping that the black drink could slightly make Dylan feel better. She knew her husband must be tired, after a long day of work.

"Here's your coffee, I'm gonna take a shower. It's all right, I'm staying?" Juminten put a cup of coffee that is still steaming on the table.

"Tumben there is the intention of bathing yourself, has it healed you?" dylan asked back with a quip.

Juminten's lips pursed, hearing the scathing innuendo of the squinty man. The little woman also went away with a deliberate step in the beat.

"Sumi, I just opened the phone. I'm sorry I didn't read your message, I've been in silent fashion all day!" dylan exclaimed at the wife who had not gone far.

"Hem, it's okay." Juminten continued his steps that had stopped.

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In the morning, say hello, time to get back to work. Juminten again struggled in the kitchen, after fighting the lazy air with full struggle.

Dylan pulled out a chair and then ripped his butt off. His two eyebrows fused to see the food presented before him.

"Sumi, is there nothing else?" his question to the wife who had just come from the kitchen brought a vegetable soup that was still steaming.

"Why? it's delicious. The cooking is easy not to use for long," replied Juminten while spooning white rice for the husband.

Dylan could only let out a long sigh, already since three days ago. Juminten only serves tempeh and fried tofu, only the clear vegetables are different. Not that Dylan doesn't want to, but it doesn't have to be every day either.

"If you really don't want to cook, just tell Nurul to come to work here again." Dylan received a plate that was offered by Juminten, a plate that had been filled with rice with his friends.

Juminten she did not respond to her husband's remarks. Indeed, ever since he met his friend on that day, Juminten decided to lay off Nurul for a while. Let him do the homework like he used to.

"Udah quickly finish your food, later it's late for work."

After finishing his breakfast, Dylan immediately rushed off to the office as there was a meeting with an important client this morning. Juminten was preparing to leave, using a motorcycle matik wedding gift from the in-laws.

No more chauffeurs or housekeepers, the big house was back only Dylan and Juminten.

It did not take long for Juminten to get to where he was headed, after parking his bike in a special area. The woman, who was wearing jeans and a red-collared T-shirt, walked quickly into a building.

"I'm sorry, I'm waiting for my husband to go to work first" he told a man, who was none other than Heru.

"It's okay, you're not late, it's just fitting. Hehehehe .. enter yuk." Juminten gave a small nod, he followed the steps of Heru who had preceded him.

They stopped, then a large room.

"How do you like it here?" asked Heru while smiling sweetly typical of him.

"Like it, thank you."