Leaning My Naughty

The failed morning romance

“Maybe by praising her beautiful, take her to dinner first, shop for the items she likes, then take her so gently.”

“I have praised him, taken him gently and teased, whatever I give him. But he still rejected me.”

“Patience, Young Master. Maybe Miss is tired and very sleepy. Didn't you guys just arrive this afternoon, how about tomorrow morning the Young Master asked for it. Maybe after waking up, Miss will be fresher and willing.” explained Mr. Hamdan.

Satria seemed to think. “Wah, that's a great idea too, sir. In that case, I should go back to the hotel now, then sleep, in order to be able to ask for it in the morning.” Satria smiled to herself imagining her wish.

He rushed to drink and eat, then left with Mr. Hamdan. The middle-aged father smiled to see his Young Master back in excitement

'May it work, Young Master.' he whispered inwardly. It's not good to talk directly about something like that.

Upon his return to the hotel, he had seen the Nurbaya soundly asleep with her legs wide open filling more than half of the king bed, the shirt unfolded to the center with a smooth snoring in order.

'The music is right, said Mr. Hamdan, you are really sleepy and exhausted, aren't you? All right, we'll do it in the morning.' he thought, then kissed Nurbaya's cheek.

“My dear wife, you always flirt with my faith, just sleep so seductively like this. I'm already impatient.” Satria stroked the exposed waist and stomach.

“You, sleep well once, huh? Look, how cute you are when you sleep like this, so calm without rebelling.” Rubbing Nurbaya's face, looking at her gently and affectionately.

“Alright, it's time for me to sleep.” he said. He tidied up Nurbaya's messy sleep, covered her and got into the blanket, tightly hugging her body.

“Basic, kebo. If you have slept like this, in nothing-in not wake-up. Cup!” He kissed the lips of Nurbaya.

“Happy tomorrow morning, let's have a beautiful morning.” Smiling with excitement.

“Later in the morning, you must serve me, dear. Now I let you sleep well.” Cheeked at Nurbaya, then closed her eyes.

Cip! Cip! Cip! The sound of birds chirping, the heat of the sun was already stinging, Satria frowned, moving her hands to feel the mattress beside her, which felt just a bolster covered with a pillow.

He saw the clock on the nightstand, he gasped, “Sial! Ah, I'm late waking up!”

He got up and walked to the bathroom. “I'll catch you here,” Open the bathroom door. “My darling, you're in da..” Satria did not finish her words.

“Where is that ungodly wife?” He stroked his temple, his head felt throbbing.

He walked outside, opening the door a little. He peeked, popping his head behind the door, circulating his gaze. “Where are they?” He did not see his two bodyguards.

Two people from a rather distant corner were eating a snack, hurried to their feet and caught up with Satria who was seen peering.

“Good morning by noon, Young Master.” said a well-built man who had arrived before him.

“Ya, morning. Who?”

“I'm a replacement bodyguard, Young Master. Baron and Jaka are out.” details.

“Oh,” Nodding. “Ya already.” He shook his hand and went back into the room.

He picked up the phone on the nightstand, called Baron. “Where are you?”

“Ka... we, ka..” he said stammered and directly in cut Satria.

“You where?” he returned in a high voice.

“Sorry, Young Master. Earlier, Miss asked us to escort her shopping, she said Young Master wants to eat something, teta.”.

“Stupid basis! Find him bye!” hardik Satria cut the explanation of the two guards.

The bodyguard was stunned to look at the screen of his mobile phone, how could Satria find out if they lost Nurbaya, but they had not completed the explanation. The baron breathed.

“How, Bang?” ask Jaka.

“Basic useless bodyguard, keeping one woman alone is not becus! Aaaaaaah!!! My morning romance failed!” yell Satria.

“Based on the ungodly wife, I want her, instead she runs away! Just watch out for you Nurbaya, tonight you will not forgive me, I will give you punishment.”

Satria rushed to take a shower and prepared.

“How is this Bang? Is Young Master very angry?” Jaka bit his nails, as he still had not found the Nurbaya.

“Stupid! Of course, let's look for Young Miss until we meet, don't make Young Master even more angry.”

“Bang.” call Jaka.

“Hm?” The baron looked over without stopping his steps.

“Evenings... Didn't you say they did a good night? Is our Young Master so manly that Young Miss ran away this early in the morning?” asked Jaka innocently.

“Sssstt!” He put an index finger on his lips. “What are you saying? Why are you so insolent? Don't you want to live again? Do not let any ears hear, we can stay the name if it says disrespectful so about the family Damrah.”

“Sorry, sorry Bang. I wouldn't dare say that again.”

“Yes already, let's find Miss until we meet!” bring Baron.

Baron and Jaka had circled around several times going down the same street, going into several shops, while Nurbaya was chuckling to see them above from a distance.

“Hehehehe, what a pity you guys.” he said, He casually enjoys chocolate ice cream and vanilla alone.

“Yes, what a pity they are, yes.” Someone replied.

“Iya.” replied Nurbaya nods still enjoying ice cream without turning to the source of the sound.

“Enak?” tanyakanya.

“Sure.” Nurbaya again.

Satria's thumb and index finger immediately lifted Nurbaya's chin. “True, I'll taste it.” Satria directly devoured Nurbaya's lips in front of the crowd.

Nurbaya's eyes were perfectly rounded, how could Satria find her and stand beside her. Now what is this bad boy doing?

“Not anywhere else what?”

“Got polite so people.”

“So's room, if you're sang*”

Some sharp mouths spray those who kiss. Satria does not care, he is now being possessed by a sense of annoyance at his ungodly wife.

Nurbaya pushed Satria's body strong, but could not, he beat her, Satria instead caught the hand and still continued to kiss Nurbaya's lips.

“It's sweet, I still want it. Let's get out of here.”

“I don't want to, I still want to shop.”

Satria smiled, “Alright, if you don't want to go, I'll do it here.” He brought his face closer to Nurbaya's.

“All right, all right, let's go.” said Nurbaya, her hands clenched fists in annoyance.

Satria pulls Nurbaya's hand, takes her to the parking lot. There is Mr. Hamdan. He shook his hand. The middle-aged man immediately went away, while the other bodyguards monitored from a distance.

Satria opened the car door. “Log in!” his orders were cold with a sharp eye.