Lovely Love

Loyalty Love

Gerdy's daily income is actually quite decent. Many people are interested in his services. In fact, there are mothers subscribe to take their children to school, pay monthly.

Rich man's son is weird. He felt cooler riding the Moge than driving in a fancy car with an old driver. If you tell a story, it must be about Jakarta in the past, the origin of the memorial. Bored. The origin of the papi alone, he did not want to know.

Moreover, Gerdy's looks were not like a delinquent, friendly, polite, sympathetic, and one more; very handsome. No wonder most customers are women aged thirty and under. When shopping, it doesn't look like a maid and a motorcycle taxi driver.

Sexy girls feel like a romantic couple in Bollywood movies. After all, the motor can sneak nimbly in the traffic crowd, faster to the destination.

But living in a big city is expensive. Just get a little big income, prices soar, as if to drive away the little guy from his glory. It's never safe to go after a rice pot.

Gerdy must pay taxes on a group of thugs who control his area of operations. He could have defeated them. Once they took out the martial arts, they must have been battered. But he didn't want to take the risk. They were a lot of conspirators, even carrying the flag of the organization.

Jakarta cannot be faced alone. They are brave because of their many friends. If anything happens to him, the wife's child languishes, loses the head of the family. He doesn't want to defend his ego. Sillier.

Nadine herself is quite a big salary. Sometimes you get a bonus if you exceed the sales target. But the spending is also big. He needs to keep the appearance to keep it attractive to maintain the image of service, and it takes a budget not a little. Not yet the cost of Idyla and the cost of a baby sitter.

Mimin salaries and daily needs are adjusted to their income. The income of the store is not contested specifically for Prilly tuition fees and saved if there are advantages. Well, Gerdy's income to cover kitchen shopping alone isn't enough.

Gerdy is trying to increase revenue. Daytime around in elite housing and shops to be a motorcycle taxi driver. Later that night so the logger dropped the stuff on the project. The group of thugs gave way.

Because the freight truck does not necessarily come, he often comes home late. Like that night.

Gerdy came home very late. Dusty dirty clothes. Body is covered in sweat. The face looks tired. The rock truck came very late. Some of them have gone home. He had to help to finish quickly. Pretty good money to unload. Nadine tears to see him.

"Don't cry" said Gerdy, comforting his wife with a warm kiss. "Don't till I rob a bank for wanting to wipe away your tears."

Nadine looked at haru. "What do you work for? Why is your body so dirty?"

"His name is the project logger" Gerdy's smile faintly. "If you want to be clean, be a painter."

"Don't force yourself. It'll hurt."

"I need money." Gerdy weakly threw the body on the bed. Let his wife undress and dry the sweat. "At the moment, only my energy is sold."

"Our needs are fulfilled" comforted Nadine softly. "What kind of life do you want?"

"I want to see you happy."

"I'm happy to have a responsible husband" whispered the melodious Nadine. "We already have something that people don't necessarily have. Our love is richer than anyone."

Love's. Nadine always held that symphony. Because of the loyalty of his wife, their household was awake.

Despite having children, it is not difficult for Nadine to turn to other men. Who has a brighter future, and is able to realize all his dreams.

Gerdy often caught men amazed to see his wife. As a man, he knew what rays of light were hidden behind his gaze. The eyes of a passionate man.

The eyes seemed to regret why women as beautiful as Nadine wanted to greet the motorcycle taxi, the project logger, men do not have caste. Though he can get ojek manager, project manager. This fact sometimes sliced Gerdy's heart.

He could not offer what should be offered to his wife. Nadine did not get happiness comparable to the majesty of her love. He deserves a colorful life.

The perfect woman like Nadine deserves to live in a magnificent house surrounded by many servants, up and down luxury sedans, not out sweat because it is busy helping Mimin in the kitchen.

So Gerdy does not blame when his car entered the workshop for routine service, Nadine escorted home a perlente man with a luxury sedan, whereas usually take a taxi or ask to pick up Prilly using a motorbike.

"My role," said Nadine after the sedan left. "Director of marketing."

Without saying anything, Gerdy helped his wife carry a bag of groceries. They walk into the house.

Seeing her husband shut up, Nadine turned her head and asked, "Anged?"

"I definitely didn't tell the man to stop by when he was angry" Gerdy replied casually. "And surely ask who these groceries are."

"That's it, I'm fine."

"You need to know."

"Make what?"

"Because you're my husband."

"Tikus got knows I'm your husband."

Gerdy put the grocery bag in the baby's closet. All of those groceries were Idyla's necessities. At the small table there was a glass of warm tea and a few pieces of egg martabak provided for his wife. While her son was sleeping in the cot.

If his wife comes home late, Gerdy comes home fast, doesn't go to projects, afraid his son fuss over being babysitters all day.

Nadine just let her husband take off her high heels and clothes, saying, "You guys check there's no cheating marks."

"I don't have to take off all your clothes to find out, let alone smell your intimate organs" Gerdy said, insinuating his wife who often does the deed.

"Oh, yes. I forgot my husband was an experience. He can tell the wife's infidelity from the treatment of her. No need to check his secret organs."

"Start off."

"You're not jealous I'm coming home with her?" nadine Fishing. "That director is younger than my husband? He's the nephew of the supermarket owner."

"That means something to you?"

Nadine smiled seductively. "Jealous sign of love. You're familiar with baby sitters I'm jealous."

"Have a beautiful wife when jealousy eats the heart. I can't work, escort you every day."

"I like it, though. So I can also keep an eye on my husband."

"So the private driver means?"

"It just so happens that next month my service car goes down, there is a vacancy, a private driver and husband," joked Nadine. "Work time, you're riding in my car. Time off, you're riding me."

"I love the job today."

"Aren't you worried that I'll cheat on you with a private driver?"

"I'm afraid no one wants to be your driver, for fear of falling in love with the boss."

Although Gerdy gave her freedom, Nadine never returned home with another man to keep her husband's feelings. Many coworkers are ready to take you. There are even customers who openly invite cheating, but also. He remains in the steadfastness of his love.

Nadine knew her husband wasn't just trusting. She feels lost as husband. Feeling not entitled to regulate. So Nadine should know herself.

He never felt big heads even though his income was much greater. The household pillar. He had never felt magnified because his standing was more honorable. She still appreciates her husband's position.

He knew Gerdy was disappointed with the life he lived. She hopes her husband soon finds a job that makes her confident looking to tomorrow. She was worried that her husband was frustrated because his obsession was not fulfilled.

She would rather her husband go back to his magnificent palace and live with another woman!

Gerdy was misrepresented. He said with great contempt, "If you feel that the young director can make you happy, then I am leaving this very second. I would never go home to the palace without my son and wife, and the opportunity was closed. One day maybe my only child will be able to go home because I'm gone."

Finally, Nadine did not dare to bring up the life of the sultan he left behind, even though just joking.

However, however robust they are to live the household ark, however strong they are to cover the bubbles of blurring feelings, new problems arise as well. This time it came from their son, Idyla!