Meletoy Husband, Mighty Wife

Chap 22's

"First, I want the therapy to continue."

Hanin's eyes gnawed, though,

"Which therapy?"

Henri was silent for a moment. Her heart touched Hanin's lips.

"Physical contact therapy..." He gently rubbed his wife's lips, and the hand came down slowly.

"Aahh, that..." Hanin turned her face away from the awkwardness she felt."That, it didn't work out so well. I was thinking of another way. Take it easy, if you have the resolve it will be healed."

"I don't want this way..."

"But this doesn't work..." Murmured Hanin tried to lure Henri though honestly, she knew enough, her husband reacted.

"Who says it doesn't work..."

Hani looked at it for a moment.

"So it worked?"

"I think it worked out with you."

Hanin laughed without a sound.

"really..." Henry raised two fingers. Hanin looked at Henri with a different look.

'where is the direction of his eyes? It's impossible on these lips, right? Does he really want her? Is he really normal? I know that night, he reacted.' Hanin shifted his gaze. Because realize which way Henri's eyes look most beautiful. He really feels awkward now.

"O yes, you were very good at that time. How about you try cooking for me?"

"Are you trying to shift the topic?"

Hanin chuckled up from his seat. "Sit's been sitting here too long. Let's cook chef Henri."

Henri stood up and walked out of the pool."Remember promise. Accept my request."

Henri walked first with a mischievous smile and a raised finger and he wiggled.

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"Hmmm... Seems right. Henri's healed." Mama Tantri muttered that had noticed the couple, who were now moving into the house.

"Let it be ma."

Mama Tantri ignored her husband, she chose to approach grandmother.

"Miss, what do you think?"

"It's good if he's cured."

"It's nice. Hopefully they can quickly give us grandchildren."

"Mama, don't mostly mark. It'll hurt, if it's altitude."

"No." Mama Tantri approached her husband and originally sat on the lap of the husband."Because of me, it's gonna fall on your lap."

"Mama, stop, shame on grandma."

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In the kitchen, in the,

Hanin sat down to watch her busy husband perform his cooking. Occasionally, Henri turned his head and glanced at Hanin, then threw his smile.

"Wuuaahhh, I just found out, if cooking can be done in many styles." Hanin shook his head to see Henri's actions that continued to show off his abilities.

"This is called lasagna."

"I know."

"Oh yeah? Ever eaten it?"

"Oooohh... But, you must have never tried anything as special."

Henri scoops the lasagna and feeds it to Hanin. Hanin opened his mouth and devoured the lasagna which Henri thrust out.

"Hmmm .. This is so good."

Henri smiled confidently and arrogantly.

"I want to try the seafood." Hanin pointed at the sweet acid on the table.

Henri fed her again.

"How's it?"

"If this? It would be nice if you cooked every day."

"Okey."

"You agree?"

"Heem...."

Hanin's face twinkled and a long smile flashed in his mouth.

"Don't stop the therapy." Henri murmured while rubbing Hanin's dirty lips by the sweet sour sauce.

Hanin's lips stretched out, without waiting for an answer or response, Henri quickly bawled at the lips.

'These are open again, as good as entering.' said Henri in his heart.

Hanin closed her eyes, responding to the gentle touch of the husband. The girl moved her jaw following the kissing groove of Henri.

"Hanin, tonight we, do. Yea?"

Hanin pricked with a face that blushed in embarrassment. "Do what?"

Henri only coded with his eyes.

"What if you don't wake up?"

Henri pulls Hanin's hand, touches his groin, then moves on to his pithon ready to peck.

Hanin's eyes widened slightly.

"I think, if you do, it'll work."

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That night, Henri sat quietly on the edge of his bed. He continued to rub the pillow that had been neatly rubbed tidying the sepray that was already very neat. The nervousness kept on attacking him. He repeatedly looked at the bathroom door where Hanin had last entered to clean up the change of clothes.

Henri's heart was pounding strongly.

"Why is he so long ago." He muttered with nervous feeling.

Henri continued to try to calm his heartbeat that continued to pound strongly. He was afraid if his clothes were torn because of the strength of the heart beating.

Henri held onto his chest trying to calm himself down.

"Let's remember Henri, why are you so nervous?"

His mind was traveling everywhere. Imagine Hanin wearing the crowbar she bought at the mall with Catty. That beautiful white face was already flushed and embarrassed.

Chequek, czech,

The sound of the bathroom door opening. Henri's heart was pounding stronger, all the oxygen seemed to go somewhere until his chest narrowed and needed intake.

"Oh my God, why is this?"

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