Mr. Arya's Small Wife

chapter 26

Arya brought her face closer to Alira, because there was no rejection Arya so much bolder, but it had to fail again because the door of the room was knocked back, but it had to fail again, who else would dare knock on the door of his private room if not his fucking assistant.

''Haaiisss who else now.'' Aryan Grower.

Arya got up and opened the door with her rogue face.

''Boss, his face is very sad.''

''What's up ?'' Arya asked coldly.

''It's time to go home, Loe didn't come home.?''

''Haisss, that's who you want to askin.?'' Arya memijit his temple, feeling frustrated ternya question weightless that has disrupted his activities. .

''What a question do you hope for, right.?'' Indra was confused but his head was crazily looking inside.

Arya was still standing at the door of the room until Alira finally came to them.

''Udah when he came home yes.'' Ask Alira.

the two turned towards the voice.

''Yes, sweet lady, I just want to ask if you will come home, but your husband even angry unclear, or maybe you guys again.....'' Indra linked her index finger in front of her two, and shut her mouth in disbelief with what she thought.

Arya was increasingly upset to see the behavior of her assistant and best friend. Arya took Alira's hand and got out of there. When he left the company, all eyes were on Alira, because the gossip circulating on social media is increasingly clear with added spice from the staff in the room Arya earlier.

Alira walks casually in a hand-held by her husband, Alira is very boda towards all eyes that are fixed on her.

Arriving at the car, Indra opens the back door for the Boss and his wife, but Arya refuses her.

''You go home by yourself, I'll drive.'' Arya opens the front door for Alira.

''Cie Cie who is in love again, what myself is no longer in need.'' Indra makes sad.

Arya just punched her best friend and turned to enter the steering door.

''Broe..'' Call Indra again, when Arya is about to enter.

''Paan ?''

''Loe.....👉👈'' Indra codes on Arya.

''No chance yet.'' Ketus Aryans

''Well, son of a cabik gitu loe winarin, broe-broe..''

''Then loe don't disturb him.''

''Well, when do I disturb her.?''

''Tadi.''

''Huh... So really you guys again that's it, Hahah hah Sorry, 🙏''

''Udah, I want to go home and continue at home, so that no demons disturb.''

''Satan, am I a demon ?''

''What else if not the devil. What usually bothers people is its name.''

''Bangs*t loe, '' Indra almost threw her shoes in Arya's face, because of her self-actualization.

Arya immediately got into the car laughing out loud, because the satisfaction had made her best friend was emotional. Alira saw her husband who kept laughing was confused by himself.

Feeling constantly stared at by his wife, Arya stopped her laughter and turned to her.

''Why ''Why ?'' Arya's confused.

''Om which is why ?''

''Nothing, just funny Indra.''

''Hmm''

Arya drove her car very slowly, because the road was jammed, so many vehicles passed by because it is currently the right time to go home from work.

Alira just keeps seeing people riding motorcycles out there.

''They are romantic.'' Alira said suddenly when she saw a couple who were boning with his motor sport and joking while laughing on the motorcycle that was stuck in traffic.

''In the car can also be romantic kok Arya showed their finger link.

''If you ride a motorcycle, you can hug all the way.''

''At home you can hug me as much as you can.''

Alira did not answer, just kept seeing the couple.

''You want to ride a motorcycle like that?'' Ask Arya again.

Alira quickly nodded her head, Arya swallowed her siliva with difficulty when she saw Alira nodding enthusiastically.

Arya became cold sweat, because she never rode a motorcycle though.

''How can I take Alira boncergan ride a motorcycle, I just never ride the thing that is said to be romantic. Do not-don't children at his age do like dating ala-ala kayak so yes.'' Arya.

An atmosphere of silence ensued there, both of them dissolved in their minds, until finally they arrived in front of the magnificent Missions.

Arriving inside the house, Alira quickly runs into the kitchen and looks for Mun's bik.

''Bik Mun's...'' Call Lira.

''Miss, I'm here''

''Bik, tell omlet ya for me, nati tokong anterin to the room too, I'm hungry bik, all day in his office Om Arya but not fed anything.'' Alira was singing her mouth.

''Yes Non, immediately bibik bring it up..''

''Thank you bik, Lira take a shower first.''

Alira walks cheerfully up the elevator to her room on the third floor.

Alira is currently bathing, while Arya is smoking a cigarette in her room rooftop, Arya occasionally likes to smoke smoky objects, although not often and not dependent. Only when gathering with his friends alone, or again join alone.

Geck...Geck... The sound of knocking on the door of the room was heard all the way to the look of Arya sitting.

''Bik, who asked.'' When Arya opens the door, Mun's bik brings a tray of omlets and juice to it.

''Miss Lira asked, she said she was hungry, because the young master did not feed her all day at the office.'' Bik Mun smiled

''He said it was bik.'' Arya scratched her eyes.

Bik Mun just nodded and gave up the tray to Arya.

''I'm sorry sir''

''Hmm''

Arya placed the food on the table of the lounge chairs in the rooftop.

Alira finished bathing and came out to look her husband was relaxing and occasionally tasting omlet had his wife, the omlet was like calling for a touch by Arya.

''It's eaten anyway, it's not got a Lira.'' Lira came out with a towel in her hand while drying her wet hair, Alira as usual when at home always wears a super sexsi sleepwear that is able to shake the faith of the adam if he sees it.

''A little doang.'' Kilah Aryans.

''If you want you can make two.''

''If two are not good, one is good for two.''

''Alesan.''

Arya pulled his wife to sit and eat, don't keep blabbing behind her.

Tbc.....

Don't forget to leave your tracks, bestie

Like, comment, subscribe and vote

Thanks 🙏

Greetings from author Jhuwee dealova 😘

Your support is encouraging for the author to keep writing. 🫰🫰