Marrying my best friend's sister

The Heart of Gundah Icha

"I'm serious too" said Arka.

Icha fell silent, thinking about the photo Arka in Hana's phone. I don't know her thoughts are mixed, she suspects that Hana has a crush on her husband.

It's a shame that their marriage is a secret. That's because he is still under contract with the K-pop idol agency.

"Why? is there anything else that bothers you?" ask Arka. Still in the same position.

Icha shook her head, but her bead had lied to Arka.

"Unfortunately you are not good at lying miss" said Arka, showering his wife with kisses on her smooth cheeks and sometimes on his wife's sweet lips.

"Tell me what makes you so unsettled" Arka said, calling Icha.

Icha was still silent, not wanting to make a sound, even his mouth was still tightly clenched, his gaze he threw out in all directions. To get rid of his nervousness.

"Darling, listen well."

"I'm your husband, I don't think there are any secrets between us, your problems are my problems, and mine are my own problems."

"What does that mean?" tanya Icha, ventured to look at her husband.

"Because I am the head of his family, I should have given my wife the best protection."

"It's so sweet" said Icha, pulling the corner of her lips, making her smile in a knot.

"Don't switch the conversation."

"Let's say it honestly, or I'll find out for myself."

Icha shook her head, then smiled knotfully, "No dear, I'm just sad, if I go to a concert around the world, I'll leave you alone, and we'll be far apart."

"I feel like a bad wife" Icha reasoned. To cover up the pain in his heart.

Arka nodded in agreement, but at all he still did not believe his wife's words, visible from the bead of his eyes, if this wife had lied. It was covering his true heart.

"All right, I'll keep you company." said Arka looks real.

"Dear you're crazy."

"That's impossible, you have to work, don't follow me, later what about your work?"

"What about the thousands of your employees whose lives hang their bosses from the jobs they work, while the boss does not work and instead follows his wife where." Icha scolded, straightened his back.

"Hemmm is my wife angry?" ask Arka.

"Don't bully me I seriously know."

"I'm serious too." replied Arka, looking relaxed, raising her next to her eyebrows.

"Darling, I'm so upset with you." cried Icha, hitting Arka's chest brutally.

The next second her face was buried in her husband's chest, crying bated. "Don't hold it, if you want to cry cry cry."

"I'm not crying, I'm upset" Icha denied. But make the shirt worn Arka wet because of tears.

Arka was silent for a moment, letting his wife spill her emotions, Arka also had no intention to ask his wife. Let Icha be honest with her.

But he has quietly contacted Frans, to find out what really happened to his wife. Why his wife can be this sad.

Though he knew all this time, Icha rarely cried, what else is the matter of trivial things. As you know Arka heavy things Icha does not cry.

"There's a new limited edition output bag, don't you want it?" ask Arka. Currently his smart phone is opening the picture of the bag of the world famous fashion brand.

There was still no response from Icha, "Look at this, you can choose two or three, for your latest collection, don't you want to see it?" ask Arka again.

Hearing this made Icha wipe his tears rough, his snot that came out he wiped with a clean Arka shirt.

"It's a shame you're so dirty" said Arka disgusted.

"Wild, do you feel disgusted, if I feel disgusted I will go back to my room now, and we do not have to meet first" said Icha origin.

Icha was just about to come down from her husband's lap, go out of the room. But Arka managed to prevent it. "Don't don't, who says so, I don't say disgust." replied Arka restraining Icha's movement.

Then Arka is seen reaching for something on the table. Taking a tissue and wiping his wife's snot, gently rubbing Icha's tear residue water.

"My wife is very beautiful, but it would be better if not this dirty" said Arka heart.

Icha throttled, pursing her lips. Making Arka anxious to devour him right now. "Ehhh ehhh wait what do you want?" said Icha holding her husband.

"You kissed my wife, what else she wanted."

"Not yet, what did you propose to me?" tanya Icha still remembers her husband's offer a few minutes ago.

"Ck, just remember you" said Arka while thrusting her phone towards Icha.

"Wauuu is a good all, I want to choose this model, this and this,"

"I like everything, I don't have this color yet, I think I should buy this color, because my clothes are this color there are no pairs of bags like this" Icha said excitedly.

"It's a shame I've chosen three" said Icha, still explaining her face to Arka.

"Then?"

"That's okay, can't I add two more?" ask Icha. Her face turned cute, her eyes were puppy eyes.

"Of course, what the hell doesn't make my wife happy." An answer that makes Icha fresh again.

"Oh my dear, my love, you are very good understanding, basically the husband that all women expect." said Icha, then kissed the face of her husband with a tubi. Until making Arka difficult to take a breath.

"It seems I have to work hard to make my wife happy."

"Why?"

"So my wife could go shopping every day for bags, and give me a kiss every day" Arka said.

Last kiss, make Arka unable to stand, and devour the chewy object, then*********** gently. Browsing contents. There was nothing he missed.

Icha who was originally going to protest and pull, her nape was already held first by the hands of her husband.

Over time to make Icha washed away, Arka hands guide Icha's hand and then draped to his neck.

Icha's noisy voice turned into a decapitation sound and the hunting breath of the two turned into a passionate desire, asking for each other.

Subconsciously, Icha changed her sitting position to face her husband. Then continue his activities. "Darling I want to." Arka's hoarse voice whispered in Icha's ear.

Icha nodded her head weakly, her entire brain already overpowered the desire that was becoming more and more so. Arka stood up and raised his wife's slender body, a sense of tightness down there had filled the pants he was wearing.

"This time I will make you unable to walk dear" whispered the naughty Arka.

"Make it baby, I don't think I'll believe what you say?" reply Icha, laugh mischievously.