Love of a Man with a Wife

you are my wife

Zian quickly finished his work. He wants to go home to the villa, find the woman who has stolen his heart. The shadow of Sheril's face made Zian's heart flutter, what else when remembering her togetherness last night, her face, her lips, her soft and slightly spoiled speech, made Zian more confident in his feelings.

"If only ... " Zian stopped his heart. He does not want to assume something that has become destiny. He considers this his way of life, although this is a mistake he made, but he cannot avoid the reality. Zian who used to love Ririn very much, but in fact, he could love other women besides his wife.

Zian felt a different feeling. He sees sincerity from Sheril's eyes, but he cannot find it from Ririn. Zian married Ririn because of her great and sincere love, as long as she was in a relationship until marriage. In fact, Ririn was increasingly highlighting her original attitude right now, which made Zian feel uneasy. Zian also thinks only he loves his wife, but not Ririn.

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Zian stepped into the villa room. He saw a shadow of his wife in the family dining room.

Secretly he stepped without the sound of his shoes, he approached Sheril who happened to be back at that time again turned her back, whether what Sheril did Zian did not know. Zian instantly closed his wife's eyes from behind with both palms.

"Agh! Who's the prank!" Sheril cried a little surprised. While Zian just smiled knot from behind.

Sheril felt both hands that had licked her, she also smelled the perfume was familiar to her.

"Come who?" Zian whispered to change his voice, he wanted to know how far Sheril knew him as long as he was with her.

"Mas, you're so ignorant" Sheril said. He refused to turn his body.

"Whose mom?" Whisper Zian again, who still keeps Sheril's eyes closed.

"I know it's you, Mas" Sheril said.

Zian hugged Sheril from behind. He kissed Sheri's cheeks many times so anxious.

"Mas, shame! How did anyone see?" Said Sheril feeling uneasy.

"So why? You're my wife, I miss dear," Zian said, propping his chin on Sheril's shoulder, his hands clutching Sheril's waist tightly.

Sheril let go of Zian's hands, then turned her body to look at Zian, she wanted to get angry and pinch the man who had been bothering her. But whether the creature that made Sheril's eyes that had been burning wanted to get angry, now became dim when he looked at Zian's bead eyes. The handsome man, thick-browed, sharp nose, his lips that developed his sweet smile teased Sheril.

"Why? Wanna get mad?" Zian asked gently, rubbing Sheril's sexy lips with his finger.

Sheril hugged Zian tightly.

While Zian widened his sweet lips.

"So embarrassed, this was immediately twisted when I saw this handsome face of mine," Zian sneered at his wife.

Sheril pinched Zian's stomach.

Sheril's face was flushed, she was ashamed of what Zian said just now

"Dear Auu," Zian grimaced as he hugged Sheril. His body instantly trembled as it touched his wife's body. Something had also been straining Zian at this moment. Many times too Zian swallowed his saliva.

"I want to take a shower first" said Zian, letting go of his embrace. Actually, Zian still wants to hug his wife, even more than that, but he avoids his wishes, because he thinks this is not a time that is fast.

"Yes, I prepared the hot water, yes, yes" Sheril said, making Zian look at her while she smiled at her sneaky smile.

"Put in love, ulam arrived," Zian's inner self that had been holding him back.

Sheril looked at Zian strangely.

"Why smile like that?" Sheril asked without understanding the meaning of Zian's smile.

Zian immediately embraced Sheril's hips, while smiling his trademark.

"Special smile for my wife" said Zian covering up her awkwardness.

Sheril simply displayed her smile in response to Zian's remark.

"Mas, I'd like to talk later" Sheril said.

"Yes, it's talking too, right?" Zian said she told Sheri a joke.

"I'm serious, yes you're right this is talking, don't pretend not to understand," said Sheril glanced at Zian at a glance, turning the knob of the room door.

"Yes dear," said Zian, pinching Sheril's nose in a fit of anxiety.

Sheril goes straight into the bathroom to prepare warm water for Zian. She had no idea of her husband's cunning at all.

Zian quickly took off his formal attire, leaving only white shorts. Zian immediately followed Sheril into the bathroom.

Because it is too pokus, Sheril does not know that Zian is already in the same room with him. Surprised by Zian's sudden presence, Sheril accidentally nudges the shower button, making herself wet.

Sheril tries to let go of Zian's embrace, she wants to avoid the shower water that doused her, however, it seems that Zian doesn't want to let go of her just like that.

"Mas! Let go, I don't want to get wet again, I've had a bath!" Sheri.

But Zian even makes the air shower more swift to make them wet.

"Mas! Not that you turned it off even you made it full!" Sheril was a little upset.

"Wet bitch baby, we take another bath" whispered Zian to make Sheril's hair bristles. He felt something in his belly.

Sometimes Zian rubbed his face water that soaked his face. Sheril understood what her husband meant. He can't avoid it anymore either. His body was soaked. Zian immediately pecked his wife's chewy lips. He wanted to finish what he had imagined before returning to the villa.

Sheril is really opium for Zian, he just felt this kind of feeling. Zian did not want to compare his first wife to Sheril, but the reality was very different.

Yes, obviously different, because two brothers who have the same blood flow, not necessarily the same nature and attitude, what else between the nature of two women who do not know each other.

Sheril has accepted her husband, even though she feels comfortable even though she is not sure of the thoughts that still fill her brain.

Sheril looks not powerful anymore due to the actions of Zian who repeatedly prey on him. Zian felt sorry to see Sheril, he immediately cleaned Sheril's body and covered her with a towel after she finished her activities.

"Darling ... What do you want to eat?" Zian asked after they had changed their clothes and sat on the sofa facing the LED TV.

"I was actually cooking, making us dinner" Sheril said.

"Clearly darling?" Said Zian, stroking Sheril's head, then kissing her temple gently.

Sheril nodded her head.

"Before I want to eat out, all we find a comfortable place to talk, he said there is something he wants to talk about, right? But because my wife is cooking, so we eat at home" Zian said, pulling the corners of her lips into a sweet smile.

"Yes, we just eat out" Sheril smiled. He did not want to make Zian disappointed with his unfulfilled wish, as did Zian. Zian did not want Sheril to be discouraged by not appreciating her efforts during her stay in the kitchen.

"Yes, but .. mas is hungry darling," said Zian.

"Yes, I have the food ready now, yes" Sheril said, standing up to leave Zian, but Zian immediately held him, he also stood up to embrace Sheril's shoulder.

They went down to the dining table.

Zian waited for Sheril to prepare her meal.

"This is all you cook, baby?" Ask Zian.

"Yes" said Sheril briefly.

"Well ..you are really a great wife, just this time in a masakin wife like this," said Zian unconsciously.

Sheril turned to look at Zian. While Zian felt stiff.

"That's to say, you're cooking dinner this time, aren't you, baby?" Zian said covering up his words so that Sheril did not feel awkward with his words.

Sheril smiles.

"Often, it's just you who don't know, Mas, because you rarely go home," Sheril said as she was sitting next to Zian.

Deg ....

Zian's heart stopped beating. His face flushed to hear Sheril's speech that knew nothing.

"Mas, let's eat? Don't you want this side dish?" Sheril asked while looking at Zian.

Zian instantly realized from his daydream. He looks clumsy.

"Mas, what's wrong with you? What the hell was that thinking?" Sheril.

"Ah t-no dear, I-I only think about work," said Zian.

Then they ate in silence without making a sound.

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