Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 3
The couple had just waded the beauty of the peak of romance. Still with a gasp of breath, Wira punched Naina with a wet kiss, almost all over her beautiful face exhausted serving her passion.
“Thanks, Darling. Love you all the time,” whispered Wira is still not willing to take off her unification after the heat struggle is so tempestuous. Smiling gazed in admiration the drooping bodies helplessly after the battle they had just fought.
The tiny body that was still in his cage, bathed in sweat and sweat. So shiny when highlighted the sheen of room lights, smooth white porcelain tub. The scenery that makes the Hero tempted at all times. Naina always looks voluptuous with a plain body without a thread, so resigned under her power.
“Honey, you tired?” ask Wira, carve the curves of Naina's face with the index tip.
“Honey,” greeted Wira with his potent accent, seeing Naina not returning her love statement. Those beautiful eyes were closed with a stingy breath, exhausted after blending love.
“Hmm,” muttered Naina, smiling so pretty.
“Sleep,” Whispered Wira, peeking into Naina's left and right cheeks. Then take off the unification slowly.
His wife's slow cry sounded as the intimacy ended. The hero is not hearty, his wife is too tired. She can only pull a blanket to cover Naina's beautiful body and sleep next to the beautiful woman who filled her bed for five years.
His smile returned, when staring at the twin mounds that were chewy and so tempting, full of reddish signs of his work.
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Naina awakens as the clock on the wall shows at 05:00 a.m. Groping slowly, gathering his wandering life during sleep. Both corners of the lips were pulled upwards when they found the sleeping Hero hugging him. So close that the skin of the body was attached, even Naina could feel a regular puff of her husband's breath that hit her skin.
Slowly, moving the arm around her, Naina immediately went to the bathroom, turning on the hot water to clean herself up. Her body was still sticky in sweat, even the masculine scent of her husband mixed into her skin.
After taking a shower, Naina immediately changed into a regular T-shirt and material shorts. She had to prepare breakfast for her husband before leaving for the office. In their house there is indeed Mbok Sumi, but for cooking work, Nainalah takes care of everything. Her husband was already riddled with his handmade food. In fact, even when Naina is busy with her buttons, she still has to prepare food for her husband.
Out of the room with her hair smashed, Naina rushed towards the kitchen. This morning's menu is a special fried rice omelet. As usual, once out Naina has been greeted with a happy smile Mbok Sumi.
“For Mbok, all the ingredients are ready?” ask Naina.
“Already Bu.” The middle-aged housekeeper walked away from where he stood. Giving space for his employer to take over all the materials he had cut.
“Bu, yesterday's cooking is still a lot of leftovers. What to heat?” ask Mbok Sumi. The middle-aged woman chose to wash the dishes, while glancing at Naina who started heating the oil in the frying pan, preparing to make an omelet.
“Still good?” naina asked, without taking her eyes off the hot frying pan in front of her.
“Still, Bu.”
“If Mbok Sumi wants, can be heated. I'm going to Mas Wira's office today to bring lunch, so I won't have lunch at home.”
“Mothers not to the boutique?” mbok Sumi asked. It's not usually the employer's not going to the boutique.
“Go a minute, Mom. After that want to go to the office of Mas Wira, maybe he would come home to stop by Mama's house with Mas Wira,” explained Naina.
“So we don't have lunch and dinner at home?" naina again.
Mbok Sumi nodded. This time his gaze was unintentionally fixed on the neck of his master's level which was smooth with reddish marks. Seeing that alone, Mbok Sumi knows how friendly the relationship between his two employers. Not infrequently, accidentally saw the two kissing in one corner of this house, which finally made himself ashamed.
“Morning, Nainaku,” greeting Wira, suddenly hugging his wife from behind. Kiss after kiss has hit a fresh face without a sweep of make-up.
“Ah, My Lady! Just startle me,” protest Naina. The sodet in her hand slipped off, wiping off the kiss marks of her husband that soaked almost the entire area of her face.
“Why not wake Mas?” asked Wira, tightening the entanglement in his wife's stomach. The handsome man had already taken the sodet out of Naina's hands, helping to flip the eggs over her face.
“Mas seems exhausted. Nai could not bear to wake you, Mas,” explained Naina, rubbing the left hand of the Hero who was still at home hugging him.
“This is it, Nai,” said Wira, lifting the egg and putting it on the plate that Naina was holding.
“Come, we continue. As usual, I cooked, Nai who put all the ingredients in,” said Wira blinked her eyes, looking at Naina who turned to look at her.
Naina immediately put a little butter into the frying pan. “Mas please hug her not too tight,” protest Naina, when she has trouble moving because of the actions of the hand of the Hero who wrapped around her waist.
“Sst, don't be noisy, Mistress. It's a romantic name,” said Wira still holding sodet in his right hand. Prepare to stir the material that his wife put into the frying pan.
“Slow-slow, Darling. It's mostly. Difficult to stir it,” protested Wira, when Naina put the cut vegetables.
“Let's also wither, Mas.”
“Ya has helped hold the paper. It's hard, honey, so shift. My left hand does not want to move, he is comfortable in his nest,” Wira orders again. Still not willing to take off his embrace on the wife, on the contrary, the more mischievous hand slipped into the loose T-shirt that Naina was wearing and crept up.
“Honey, don't be like this,” complained Naina. When her husband's concentration began to divide. The right hand is busy stirring the fried rice, the left hand of Wira is getting naughty, exploring her favorite area.
“Jeez, Nai. You are not wearing a bra,” said Wira, cupping one of his wife's twin mounds.
“Mas, already. Later the fried rice is burnt,” protest Naina, who almost went crazy because of the action of Wira. His breath began to hunt, closing his eyes as the handsome man standing behind him began to explore his twin hills, which became one of the wonders of the world, according to Wira.
Naina was still trying to tidy up her uncovered jersey, her breathing stinged. He had forgotten his fried rice. Wiralah who finished cooking the fried rice until cooked. Naina had already drifted into the air with just a replay of the nosy hand of the Wira, her eyes closed enjoying the sensation of her husband's treatment.
As the sound of the stove turned off, Naina opened her eyes.
“Mbok Sumi!” wira shouted to the maid in a loud voice. The man knew that the old woman was hiding not too far away from them.
“Ya, Sir.” Hurry Mbok Sumi approached, bowing and smacking a smile.
“Please tidy everything up. Move the fried rice to the plate. Tata to the table!” the order of the Hero, pecking at the head of his wife.
“Get to sling, Nai!” heroes Command. In an instant, Naina had already jumped up, with both legs wrapped around her husband's hips and both hands clenched around the woman's neck.
“My cute koala baby,” said Wira carrying his wife back to the room, while kissing Naina's thin lips like opium for him.
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