Miss Yeti is No Ordinary PSK

Bee And Boo

Mr. Johan's apartment, neatly and cleanly arranged. It seems, there is no dust attached to all the furniture.

In fact, it could be, if there are ants walking on the floor or furniture belonging to Mr. Johan, will slip the clean hornet.

Very thorough and perfect.

Yati looked at all with amazed eyes. "If I stay here, do I have to do all this work? how is it possible, and this exceeds the vacuum cleaner," asked Yati inwardly.

"Is this how Mr Johan is doing? or just to welcome me?" Yati asked herself again.

"Bee, come on," call Mr. Johan to Yati.

Mr. Johan was indeed Yati, seeing Yati who was not moving from the front door. Yati just silently stared and did not say anything either.

"Bee," call Mr. Johan once more, holding Yati's hand. Kissing the back of her hand, and this made Yati come to her senses from her daydream.

"Mr Johan call me?" ask Yati confused. He felt that Mr Johan had not mentioned his name. He didn't hear at all.

"I call you Bee. It's from French, and it means the same thing as honey. But Bee is more than honey, because bee is a producer of honey. Her bees, and I thought, You are not only Yeti honey, but bees, who will give sweet honey in every day that we will live later. Right, Yati, Bee me?"

Yati smiled at the words of her husband, Mr. Johan. She was flattered by the way she described her feelings as well as her figure in her husband's eyes.

"Oh so so yes Mr. Hehehe, then, Yati wants to call Boo. Is it the same with Bee? And now those words are just like the call to Baby. Dear."

Mr. Johan smiled at Yati's reply. She did not expect that Yati could also catch her wish that quickly. And Yati can easily describe a word 'honey' that is currently trending.

Although in fact, the words for this dear installment are no stranger to European countries there.

"Boo, the American. Why does it refer to Europe? Isn't it there in America, the call for the beloved is also a lot?" asked Yati, who was curious about what her husband was thinking.

"I am an American. But my father, who is of European blood, is French. While mama, mixed blood between Europe and Japan."

Mr. Johan explained about his background as well as his descendants.

Yati nodded in understanding with the story of Mr. Johan, who is now her husband.

"Pantes alone, Boo there's a little to his Japan huh, hehehe..." Yati said what she was thinking at the moment.

"Have come bee. We'll take a sip of 'honey' if you keep talking" said Mr Johan, pulling Yati's hand gently towards the sink, not far from the entrance.

Yati only complied when invited by Mr. Johan. He follows his steps, as well as his instructions, which prompts Yati to wash her hands and face in the sink.

That's what Mr. Johan did first.

"I don't want to directly 'touch you' if it's new from outside. Out there, there are so many viruses and bacteria and germs, that we don't know where to hide. Especially in our hands, which often hold something. I also do not want to, make love with a partner who still uses makeup. Because the chemicals commonly used for makeup, can enter the mouth if you are kissing. And I don't like it."

Yati squinted her eyes, hearing the words and explanations of her husband, Mr. Johan.

Usually, the men, will like a beautiful woman, even if it is with the help of makeup when making love, or just kissing. And Mr. Johan, this husband, asked her to be 'plain' without any makeup in the least.

"Bee, you don't have to worry. This only applies if we are both in bed" Johan said, explaining to Yati, his wife.

Mr. Johan was worried, seeing Yati who was silent and just looking at her, without saying anything.

"Do you understand Bee?" asked Mr. Johan again, while hugging Yati, who was now smiling, because he realized from his daydream about the request from her husband earlier.

"Yes Boo. I understand and understand. Moreover, this is also for our own health. Yati won't refuse."

Mr. Johan kissed Yati's lips straight away. He was grateful, because his wife was able to understand his habits and behavior, which may be slightly different from the man who had been in daily life Yati.

"Are you ready Bee?"

"Yes, I'm ready Boo."

Mr. Johan, smiling at the answer from his wife. In high spirits, Mr. Johan carried his wife's body into his room.

The two of them, did what the newlyweds used to do.

Although in fact, the two of them were not actual married couples. But that's the marriage bond that they both agreed on together with an employment contract agreement.

*****

In the middle of the night, Yati awoke from her sleep, and felt shocked by what she felt at this moment.

He felt that there was a huge hand weighing down his body.

When he regained consciousness, he smiled faintly. It turned out, it was the hand of her own husband, Mr. Johan, who was hugging her.

As Yati moved to shift her sleeping position, her husband's hand further tightened her embrace.

"Where are you going Bee?" ask Mr. Johan, to Yati. But his eyes are still perfectly closed.

"You go to Boo's bathroom. It feels so sticky. Cups!"

Yati, peeping her husband's lips at a glance, then asked Mr. Johan to let go of his embrace, so that he could go to the bathroom.

Because he got a kiss on the lips, Mr. Johan opened his eyes and looked at his wife.

"The clean Bee. Later we 'play' more than that," said Mr. Johan, who saw Yati stepping into the bathroom.

Yati just smiled at her husband's words. He felt grateful, because Mr. Johan treated himself gently and lovingly.

Just like Mr. Andre, who used to be close to him.

Unlike the cases that occur in friends, who sometimes get abusive husbands and treat them with not 'worthy' first, before in the end 'love' as well.

This is what Yati was very worried about, for several days, before signing her marriage contract.