Marrying a Rich Bum

WHO TOLD ME TO MARRY ME!

Behind the door, Bima smiled. He walked away quietly, towards the kitchen. Bima stirred up the contents of the refrigerator, took some cooking ingredients and washed them, then started cutting them small.

Bima lit the stove, shuffled the eggs and put them in a steaming pan with melted butter in it. The smell of fried eggs and butter filled the house.

Inside the room, Mariana wrestles with a hungry named monster who wraths in her stomach, while her ego wants to stay afloat to not come out. Mariana was getting irritated because she knew Bima must have deliberately cooked her favorite egg soup to lure her out. Mariana snorted, covering her entire body and head using a blanket.

"Luck!!" mariana shouted, as her thick blanket was unable to cope with the smell of the sharp egg soup piercing her nose and had already awakened the monster in her stomach.

Mariana got up, washed her face to refresh her mind and went downstairs. With a rough step Mariana walked into the kitchen. Inside, he saw Bima sitting at the dinner table, facing a bowl of egg soup that was still steaming. The table in front of him was empty, leaving no other bowls for Mariana. Mariana's eyes shifted onto the stove, but she also did not find any leftover soup inside the pot on the stove.

"Do you cook for yourself?" ask Mariana ketus. Bima turned her head, acting surprised to see Mariana already standing at the kitchen door.

"Oh, you want to, Mariana?" ask Bima with a surprise that seems once made up. "I'm sorry, I think you're still angry" he continued.

Mariana turned around, but before Mariana's feet stepped, Bima had already blocked her arm. Without waiting for a reaction, Bima held Mariana, took her to the dining table, and sat Mariana on her lap.

"What the hell are you doing!" sewot Marianas.

"Since when have I ever cooked for myself, my beautiful wife." Bima said flatly, looking at Mariana with a sharp gaze.

Mariana snorted, getting down from Bima's lap, but Bima blocked her chest hard.

"Well.." sizzle Mariana reflex.

When Mariana's rancid lips opened, Bima snatched them swiftly.

"Bb-im-eah...." Mariana whimpering.

Bima did not care about Mariana's moans. He clenched his wife's lips deeply, leaving the pregnant woman out of breath.

"Mr..h!" Mariana pushed Bima's body away.

"Why?" bima asked calmly, as if she had done nothing.

"You are!" Mariana slapped Bima's cheek gently.

"Again. Louder. Let it be more delicious," challenge Bima, staring pervertedly at Mariana.

"Oh, let me go." Mariana again pushed Bima's body that had moved closer.

"Why. Don't you like it, honey?" bima asked gently stroking the most sensitive part of Mariana's body. Mariana wriggled, pulling Bima's hand from her back.

"I'm hungry, don't you know?" mariana Whine.

"I never forbid you to eat."

"But you didn't make me soup." Mariana glanced at the soup bowl on the table."

"That's yours," replied Bima calmly.

"Then where's yours?"

"I didn't make it."

"Why? Aren't you eating?"

"Eat."

"Eat what?" mariana asked frowning. That's when Bima again grabbed the red lips of Mariana.

"I eat lips that are always pouting and throbbing just this!" Bima hissed, biting Mariana's lower lip while talking.

"Well!" Mariana grimaced, pulling Mariana's lips away, her left hand holding the woman's nape.

"Let go!" mariana said indistinctly, between Bima's deep kisses.

"Male!" Mariana pushed Bima rough. "How do I eat when you eat my lips. This baby is hungry and needs to eat!" Mariana pointed at her stomach just as she pointed at it, that damn stomach rang kruuuukkk.

Bima smiled obliquely, turning Mariana's body over her lap to face the table, then pulling the soup bench closer to Mariana.

"Eat."

"You?"

"I'll play."

"Just boy. Move over!"

"Don't protest too much!" hiss Bima, clutching the chest of Mariana.

"Byeah!" Mariana shouted softly.

"Eat!" bima Command.

"I want to eat something quiet."

"Eat the quiet, and ignore me."

"Where can," protested Mariana.

"Eat!"

"You rule like a mad boss!"

Then at the speed of light Mariana devoured the already warm egg soup before her.

"Slowly. Later you choke," Whispered Bima behind her, her arms twisting at Mariana's waist.

Mariana continued to eat quickly, ignoring Bima's warning.

"Dance...."

Mariana doesn't care.

"What do you want. Why eat like a person who hasn't eaten for a month."

Mariana put a spoon in a bowl that has been toilet, drink a glass of water, then turn to face Bima.

"We finish it up!" said cold.

"Of course you've started!" After saying so, Marina scooped Bima's face with both hands and began***** Bima's lips brutally.

Bima smiled, held Mariana's butt with both arms and carried her into the room.

Mariana opened her eyes feeling a touch of lebut on her cheek. Glare made him blink, then hid his face in Bima's armpit.

"Wake, Mariana. It's morning."

"What time is this?" ask Mariana from inside the armpit of Bima.

"Are you still tired?" Bima asked, ignoring Mariana's question.

"Little bit. What time is it?"

"Hour nine. If you're still tired, I can talk to my friend to back out after lunch."

"Meeting?" mariana asked confusedly.

"An hour you are asked to come to the company to arrange the first steps of opening a branch."

"Oh my God!" Mariana sat down with a ceoat, staring in shock at Bima who was still asleep. "Why can I forget."

"I'm reminding you," said Bima calmly.

"You're messing up my break!" Mariana glared at Bima.

"Why me?" Bima rewinds her head, pressing on the pillow where she sleeps.

"Of course you are. Who else would you like," sewot Mariana, glancing down the bottom of Bima's body.

"Don't look there, he can feel it and usually in the morning hours like this his sensitivity increases many times over."

Buk up!

"Auch!" Bima immediately curled up to hold the bottom that hit a slap.

"Dead, right?"

Bima shook her head. "It's life, honey."

"Siram only uses ice water! It's noon." Mariana got off the bed, walked to the bathroom.

Bima chased after him, entering first into the bathroom.

"Pop...!" mariana shouted furiously. Bima did not care, in the bathroom, Bima turned on the water tap and then took a quiet shower.

Twenty knits later, Bima came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel to cover the bottom. Water dripped from her wet hair and the upper part of her body also still left splotches of bath water.

Mariana looked at Bima from inside the mirror, gulping.

"I prepared warm water. Careful slip." Bima returned Mariana's gaze from behind the mirror, nodding.

Mariana stretched out in her chair, staring at Bima's body with a thumping chest.

"My company."

Bima frowned.

"I'm afraid of slipping. How about I fall." Mariana stood up, grasping Bima's arm spoiled.

"Mariana, you have to work."

"Just take a bath not for half an hour, right," she said, her lips began to pout.

"I didn't promise."

"But you promised to tell your friend to back off after lunch" he said mischievously.

"He's the boss, not me, Mariana."

"But you're his friend."

"I can ask, but not promise he will grant it" Bima said flatly.

"Then hurry up, young man. Don't buy time!" Mariana glared ferociously, one hand slipping into the edge of Bima's towel and dragging her into the bathroom.

"You are terrible!" Bima chuckles.

"Mishave married me!"

An hour later, Mariana's car was parked in front of the new building which they will use as an FMCG branch office, MBC to be led by Mariana.

"A very luxurious building," Mariana muttered, as she stepped inside the building.

The young security guard in all-black clothes greeted Mariana, bowing, a bit too deep for Mariana. Mariana stared wrongly.

"Mrs Mariana?" ask the security guard politely. Mariana nodded, smiling politely.

"Please go to the sixth floor. Mr. Marco is waiting in the meeting room."

"Has Mr Sandi come?" ask Mariana worriedly.

The guard glanced at Bima at a glance, then shook his head. "There is only Mr. Marco and Mr. Daniel inside, madam. And Mr. Marco did not say that there would be anyone else coming besides you" the guard replied politely, then glanced back at Bima. Mariana frowned, looking towards Bima. The man was nonchalantly watching the interior of the magnificent room around him.

"He. He won't be in the meeting room. He's just a man...."

"It's okay, Madam. No problem," said the satpan with the text name that reads Ponari, cutting Mariana's explanation.

"Lord Bima is allowed to enter even if he wants to accompany Madam Fi in the meeting room. Mr. Marco said the guests he was waiting for were Mrs Mariana and Mr. Marco. Please, Madam, Sir. You can take the VIP guest lift." The guard pointed at the elevator with a confused and frightened face.

"But my husband...."

"Alright, Mariana. They've been waiting for you. Come on." Bima pulled Mariana's arm towards the elevator.

After the two disappeared inside the elevator, the guard breathed a sigh of relief. He subconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead using a uniform arm.