Mr. Mrs And. Trina

My knees weren't like this.

Riki looked at Cicil who was cool on the phone, no matter who. It's been almost an hour, Cicil called. Riki's curiosity is passionate about what his wife is talking about.

The curious Riki started walking and sat down behind Cicil. His hand quickly slipped on Cicil's stomach which had begun to bulge at the age of seven pregnancy.

“Whose phone did you call?” riki asked as he wrapped his face between the recesses of Cicil's smooth neck, tickling him with the tip of his nose.

“Shortly, how was it?” ask Cicil on the caller. “Iya, continues. Can't be Tisa, if you say it to the stock owner. We lose, we're not a private airline, not a state. Want your company boycotted?”

Cicil tried to get away from Riki, his head could not focus if there was a husband around him. Her thoughts could be leaping into an erotic fantasy that could heat up the atmosphere of the day, which was already hot.

“Neng, ih ..” Riki sat down with annoyance because it was not hounded by Cicil. Apparently, not digubris it hurts well, only now Riki feels it. It was Cicil who Riki always refused.

Cicil turned around with a smile and raised his hand, giving a waiting sign to her husband who had pursed his lips. His big cat suddenly wants to be spoiled when his company shares are down due to Tisa's mistake.

“No way to Tisa, you are wrong. It's fatal, handle everything today. Tomorrow I go there, I just don't go in for three days if you've done it. Ask Rully to take care of everything. Inget Tisa if you take another wrong step, I do not hesitate to fire you.” Cicil said as he picked up the glass on the shelf.

Cicil quickly looked for banana-flavored milk from the refrigerator. For some reason since pregnant Cicil likes something yellow. Well, like this banana-flavored milk.

Riki looked at Geulis who was cool asleep in her special sleeping temple. “It's good to be you, Geulis. Want to eat and eat, want to sleep and sleep. I'm a cat what's yah?”

“Cannot Tisa.” There was a cry from Cicil who was upset by the weightless arguments from Tisa. “Jeez, shut up you in the office. I'm going there now. You can give me the wrong file!?”

Cicil turned off his phone and drank up. It looks like his vacation was disrupted because the intelligence of Tisa who gave the wrong file made the contract canceled and his company's shares fell twenty points on the IDX (Indonesian Stock Exchange). Cicil was furious not confused with this secretarial behavior.

“Aa, I'm going to the office first, I want to take care of something. Tisa really makes things,” said Cicil as he took off one by one his clothes in front of Riki who was still sitting on the sofa.

Riki could only stare at the makeup of his wife's tub with her stomach bulging. However, it still looks sexy and seductive. “Emang what is it?”

“Can make a tantrum,” said Cicil while putting all his clothes in the laundry basket and started wearing clothes to the office. “Jeez why his clothes do not fit,” squealed Cicil annoyed.

Riki immediately boasted his smile, the sight of Cicil who was angry when wearing any clothes belonging to him had become Riki's daily food. Riki could listen to Cicil chattering about a narrow shirt for an hour nonstop.

“This also does not fit, jeez last month is still fit. I went to the office wearing what clothes!?” peekik Cicil was upset while throwing a baby blue blouse to any place.

“Aa I don't have a shirt,” isak Cicil on Riki.

Riki could only massage his chest, it felt like Riki wanted to scream. Don't have any clothes? The wardrobe is almost all Cicil clothes, the clothes section is only two levels and the cicil section is all up to the hangers of drawers, side cabinets and hangers right and left.

“Why, Neng?” ask Riki pretending not to understand the situation.

“I don't have clothes, this is how I went to the office?” whinek Cicil while staring at Riki.

“Neng, it's all clothes. That's tea shirt, all clothes. You thought it was all.” Riki pointed at the row and stacked Cicil clothes that are various colors and variations. “Not shirt?”

Cicil immediately blurted his lips, “hua .. You are naughty, I need a shirt. It doesn't fit everything.”

“Everything? Have you tried everything?” tanga Riki was curious about the word everything.

“Udah,” lies Cicil while staring at the bead of Riki's eyes. Riki instantly replied to him by raising one of his eyebrows. Riki's eyes look as if saying you can't stop lying to my wife.

“Bener?” riki asked while crouching in front of Cicil and pulling Cicil's hair.

“Okay, not all of them. But, I need clothes to make to the office.” Cicil relented, indeed he had not tried all his clothes and sorted out which clothes could still be worn and which were not.

“Pake rice sack giman—“

“Ngaco you, all in bikini. Definitely fit because just same top under doang,” cut Cicil.

“Hahaha, I've used this aja.” Riki takes a random blouse of green toscha in Cicil's wardrobe. “This same.”

Cicil instantly received the blouse and cloth pants from Riki. “OK, if not load fix I do not have a shirt.”

“Where are you?”

“You are not being ushered in? Horrified Aa see you belly already distended drive car.”

Cicil's eyes immediately sparkled, quickly Cicil put on his clothes and took out a casual outfit for his clothes instead. “Ayo.”

Riki was shocked when Cicil had already put on his clothes quickly. “Cepet highly?”

“Yes, I'm happy to go with you. Come on, let's get to the office. Finish everything, keep...”.

“Keep what?” ask Riki curiously.

Cicil just laughed and smiled filled with suspicious looks for Riki.

“What do you want, Neng?” ask Riki.

“What to try?” cicil asked while pulling the collar of the shirt that Riki made out of his clothes.

“Neng, Aa feel bad this knee.” Riki said honestly, ever since hearing Cicil's conversation with Nama and Laura, Riki's heart was always. Why else this wife, don't tell Cicil want to do a transfusion of white blood on a helicopter.

“How good are your knees? Bentar.” Cicil said as he walked towards the kitchen. Cicil quickly took one box of milk specifically for oesteoporosis and walked back towards Riki.

“This.”

“Apaan?” riki asked confusedly while receiving milk.

“Drink not oesteoporosis,” kekeh Cicil while ago.

“Gosh, woi brash wife, who makes Aa gini's knee well you.” Riki said as he chased after Cicil who was already walking in the hallway.

“Masa,” cried Cicil as he turned around and smiled at Riki.

“You made Aa's knee vibrate. Hey, here you are wife,” shouted Riki while catching Cicil.

“Hahaha .. if Aa objected Aa Cicil's knee made a shake. Well, just let Cicil not make Aa's knee shake again.”

“So you want to shake whose knee?” ask Riki.

“Yah, car—“

“I killed his man. Udahlah, mending Aa aja that you torture until Aa's knee wobbles.”

“Yes, I want to torture Aa. Because I crave something that will use a lot of knee work,” said Cicil while blinking one eye at Riki.

“Iya, what?” asked Riki curious, maybe it's time he drank this oesteoporosis milk.

Cicil smiled as he whispered something into Riki's ear and upon hearing the request from his wife. Riki could only be suffocated in shock.

“What!?”

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