Married Young to a CEO

Oma's sick?

"Darling, you know why I'm coming with you?" devid asked, taking a quick glance at his beautiful wife. Who lay on the couch.

"Because you don't want to lose me" Salsa replied confidently.

"No!"

Salsa sat up, pursing her lips. He sharpened his gaze straight into Devid's eyes.

"Oos.. So don't want to get close to me. You go there!" decak upset Salsa, turned his face away. His two arms were short-sighted staring in annoyance at Salsa.

Devid chuckles small. "Don't get angry first. I'm not done talking." said Devid. "And I just said that you and I are like birds without wings. Can't go far."

Salsa blushed in shame. His face was flushed like a boiled crab in his making. With his hands did not feel began to reach back his clothes and put everything in the closet.

After finishing the messy house. Even messier than the old Salsa house. Just this time he also saw Devid sweating. He even seems to be working hard to help her.

Salsa was silent, observing Devid's every move. Until he wiped the sweat hatched on his forehead with the back of his hand.

Salsa took a handkerchief in her bag. Walk closer. "Honey.. Stop, Deh!" salsa said, wiping away the sweat that had started soaking her face and almost dripping down from her neck.

Devid holds Salsa's hand. "Thank you!" said Devid, grabbing the nape of Salsa. Gently peeked at his wife's forehead.

"Don't kiss carelessly later if Gio finds out. We are ashamed too"

Devid looked to the right and left, "No Gio? He's probably in his room again. Or maybe he's sleeping too.

"Slasa, anything can happen later."

Salsa looked quickly. "What do you mean?" salsa was confused. His hands were still busy tidying up the items that were still messy.

"We can live a simple life like this" said Devid, throwing his body on the couch. His gaze was fixed on the wall clock in front of him. The clock's on at 11 p.m.

"I should have asked? Can you live hard?" salsa asked, sitting next to Devid.Reported with a hug on his shoulder. With his head resting on Devid's field chest.

"This, it's night. Are you not sleeping?" devid said, his finger was busy playing with his hair.

"But my stuff hasn't been done yet,"

"Forget it, tomorrow we go on again," Devid smiled, to their two eyes slaing fixed. Devid's hand grabbed Salsa's hand, holding her. Then pull it close.

"Why are you nervous?" devid asked, holding onto Salsa's two cheeks. Their breaths are racing against each other very quickly.

Salsa smiled faintly, raising her hand. Put on Devid's two cheeks. "I'm not nervous right now. But I see you feel that way.. Wanted to keep laughing." said Salsa, pinching Devid's nose.

Their lips were getting closer, almost a kiss landed. However, it stopped when he heard the sound of the phone ringing. Salsa covered Devid's lips. Picked his lips as white as he played his eyebrows up and down.

"Hold it!" salsa.

Devid sighed in annoyance. "Who the hell, just bother."

"Nyebelin, huh?" salsa Goda is thin.

"Yes.. Must be from your stash."

Salsa frowned. Closing Devid's mouth with one of his index fingers. "Never talk like that at all.."

"Why?"

"Because every speech can be a prayer. So be careful in talking about ugliness for our family."

Salsa rested her head again on the chest of Devid's field, with her hands holding her phone.to her two eyes can not be seen staring at the screen of the phone which is listed as 'Alan'. Devid who knew just kept silent, looked at him. His palms would not stop gently rubbing Salsa's hair.

"Looks like he's gonna ask you something?" goda Devid's.

"Nothing?" salsa asked, raising her body firmly, looking at Devid. He wouldn't take a phone call from anyone without her permission. Because Devid's jealousy is bigger than hers. Even Devid keeps misunderstanding her. Salsa does not want, if the misunderstanding will be repeated again and again. Just one time and don't repeat.

"As for you, I don't want to ban you much either."

"No! I don't want to if not without your permission." Salsa shook her head. "I want to be the best wife for you. According to what the husband says, serve the husband, and always maintain your dignity as a husband."

Salsa put her phone back on top and let it keep ringing incessantly. Devid holds Salsa's forehead. "You're not sick, are you?" ask Devid suspiciously.

Salsa brushed off Devid's hand. "Son, Iah! what is it that I'm sick of?"

David furrowed his brows, observing every face of Salsa.

"Why did you suddenly become a submissive wife."

"Because I don't want to lose you," Salsa tightly hugged Devid's body, submerging his body in the chest of his field. In reply with a warm hug from Devid's body.

"Thank you, baby!" said Devid, hugging while gently kissing the tip of Salsa's head.

"Lift the phone, who knows it's important" Devid said.

"But some of you are okay?"

"No! There's no way I'm jealous of my sister" explained Devid.

Salsa stared at the cell phone at the table that had stopped pushing. He breathed in annoyed. "Ah.. It doesn't seem like Alan's soul mate is raising his phone call." murmured Salsa.

"Quick call back!"

Salsa pursed her lips. "Yes.. Dehs.. Yes." said Salsa annoyed. He grabbed his phone on the table. Trying to dial Alan's number back. Before long, Alan was so quick to pick up his phone call.

"Salsa, why did you lift trlfon once!" alan asked annoyed. He did not stop growling hard.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so worried?" salsa was confused.

"Ommas... Oma, Brother..Sa.." said Alan, his body trembling instantly as if his voice was tightly locked.

"What's Alan... oma why?" Devid took over Salsa's phone. And began to speak up to raise his voice.

"Sister.. Oh, um.."

"What's the big oma?" sidelines quickly Devid without reproach Alan to talk.

"Oma, sick!" alan muttered, sighing. It was as if he had just breathed a few minutes already almost made him unable to return. His chest was so claustrophobic it wanted to utter frankly.

"Why did you say when I left for Melbourne?"

"If I have a doubt from the beginning I have also told you, brother!" cry Alan. "Oma drop again when she finds out you've been to Melbourne without telling her first."

"You brought Oma here. I'll take care of him here with Salsa.

"Start! Just jerk! Didn't oma just call me?" I suspect Salsa.

"Yes indeed. After that, oma ate. And somehow it's drop."

"Udahlah.. Kamh spoke unclear. Because we are different now. I don't want to know. You call the doctor immediately. After that, order a plane between the oma here." said Devid tenpa sela, and immediately closed the phone.

"Darling... Justjust..." Salsa, who still wants to ask again, tries to prevent Devid from turning off his phone. But it's too late.