Marrying my best friend's sister

So Model Held

Arka pacing back and forth like an iron, "You sit master, drink your coffee first." hail one of the takers.

"How can I calm down, while what is it."

Ah Arka becomes upset on her own, due to Icha's request when the relationship does not want to be published, or she will be exposed to problems regarding the contract with her agency.

"Are you Miss Icha's lover, sir?" ask again.

"No,"

"Then?"

"I'm her bodyguard, you know if her parents say that shooting sessions don't hold the model's body."

"But this is what the master of acting is like." refuted a picture taker by holding back his laughter, perhaps inwardly wanting to laugh loudly, where there is a bodyguard with a ridiculous character like Arka.

"This is how I hold such a hold, ah how do I make a report to both parents if this is so." annoyed Arka tricked the people there.

"It's just taking pictures of you, not doing ni no ni nu."

"What are you talking about?" his eyes turned intimidating.

"Well, no sir, it's fine to only stay one session."

Trying to calm Arka down, but the effort did not result. Icha even made it dizzy, where this is a contract signature before he married Arka.

Finally the model went from there upset, and left a message to Icha if taking a sane bodyguard, do not make him dizzy like this, more precisely make a mess.

"So how?" ask the producer for the picture.

"I'll take his place." chirped Arka suddenly.

"Whatt?" Icha turned to her husband who did not want to be published.

The debate again occurred, finally rather than long affairs Icha obey the will of the Arka.

"Your husband seems to be blindly jealous" Megan whispered to Icha giggling amusedly.

"Ssttt don't laugh at him, or he'll get out his horn." Icha replied in a whisper.

Arka tidied up the suit she had just worn, her hair had even just been restrained by a stylish professional hair.

"Can we start now?" ask the producer for the picture.

"Well you can sir." replied Icha lazy, the intention of the heart to take pictures with her idol even changed photos with her husband.

"Why do my hands feel cold like this, even though the photo with him." muttered Icha holding his own hand.

"You know, this is more like a praweding photo session." whispered Arka slowly when she was standing before her wife.

"You have to ask."

"We're not happy, I'm your model partner?" tanya Arka squinted her eyes.

"Huh ti.no no, that's not it, you don't misunderstand." replied Icha immediately stricken by panic.

"Alright how this can be started." asked Arka to the producer with a voice that sounded excited.

"Well, are you ready, sir?"

"You don't see if I'm this neat." when Arka tidied up his suit once again, the solid black suit that Hero was supposed to wear turned attached to the body of Arka, the size was so fitting in Arka athletic body, Arka, though this is measured using the body of the Hero idol of his wife.

"Well close the body of Miss Icha and her opponent, look at each other and half hug each other." the stylist is doing his job.

Icha and Arka followed suit, then continued with a slight advance of her face to look like kissing. "You heard that, baby."

"Don't look for opportunities in narrowness, shyness to know." whispered Icha ngedumel.

But Arka completely ignored Icha's words just now, her face approached and was taken shooting, lastly advancing her lips and****** for a moment.

Icha was so unaccepting, hitting Arka's chest softly, between annoyance and embarrassment. "Are you ashamed to have a husband like me?"

"Hmm?"

"Now say?" tanya Arka whispered again, but the crew members thought that they were discussing something.

"Hey you guys focus on taking pictures first, if you want to date later."

After approximately two hours of shooting, of course they are cymistri, it is true husband and wife, so that the image captured so normal, and the plan will be displayed on the wall of the central jewelry owner company.

Icha and Arka asked permission not to attend the lunch held by the crew, because he was upset and badmood today, everything was not as he wanted.

"Let me guess, are you mad for not meeting your idol?"

"What the hell are you, ahh I'm so upset." threw a brutal pillow at Arka.

"Why the hell are you, I'm upset pissed off." Icha can no longer say the word.

"Now you're there go, out I want to be alone."

I don't know, he still wants to be free like before, wherever no one forbids him and no one prevents, dictates this and so.

Arka was still in his place, he no longer spoke, watching his wife who was upset spill his anger.

Know that when a woman is angry it does not fit between her lips and her actions, her lips are angry telling her to leave, but if left to go, it will also be more angry.

Arka was silent in her place, then after a while Icha spilled her sorrow, Arka pulled Icha in her arms.

It is undeniable, indeed this is all outside of Icha's plan, to make him annoyed endless.

"Angrily already?" asked Arka, but Icha's face was still buried in his arms.

"Not to be answered if you don't want to speak yet,"

"Sleep, you must be very tired, when you wake up I'll take you somewhere,"

"I'll continue my work if you sleep." Arka felt so guilty that his wife was upset and angry.

As soon as Icha fell asleep, Arka was working on something in front of her laptop, and was heard calling someone to ask her to send flowers and chocolates and her favorite ice cream, incidentally, the hotel where he stayed even though in many snacks there is also a refrigerator and a private kitchen.

It has been an hour longer Icha was asleep, even to miss his lunch, now Arka closed his laptop back and got up from his seat, walked to the refrigerator, it turns out there are a variety of snacks, and there is a, drinks and fresh vegetables, not to forget also meat.

Arka does something in the kitchen there, coinciding when completing the cooking activities, Arka turned her head and it turns out Icha has been awakened.

"You awake, baby?" said Arka still using Apron attached to his body.

"Hem."

"What cooking?" it feels like Icha's mouth is already itchy if not talking to the husband who often makes her upset this late.

"Wake up and see for yourself,"

Icha got up, then approached the dining table that had served various foods there.

"Eittysss there wash your face and hands first." Arka held the hand of Icha who almost took the food with her hand, not any intention of just tasting a little.

"Ck, very stingy." whereas Icha himself also already knew if Arka cooked it for him.

"Well, it looks like I haven't eaten you in a long time since I was in London."

After Icha sat her body on one of the chairs, then took the plate and directly devoured it.

"In London?"

"Eh uhmmm." Icha answered still with a full mouth, because the Arka cuisine is so very fitting on his tongue.