Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!
For Our Future
Alkan was seen composing his laptop, the cheeked man's forehead slightly wrinkled when he saw the graph on the flat screen.
One of his hands stretched out to grab Cia's saffron tea cup, but both of his eyes continued to be directed at one point.
"Mass?" the spoiled call of a woman, made Alkan turn his head.
Both corners of his lips lifted when he saw his beloved Cimut approaching, even Alkan waved a hand asking for Cia to come closer.
"Was it cooked?" ask Alkan gently.
One hand stretched out to rub the back of the wife's hand, while her two dark brown eyes continued to stare at Cia's tired face.
"Come, eat first. Matiin his laptop, the feeling from earlier playing laptop continues." said Cia.
The beautiful woman's face looks cloudy, Cia a little annoyed because at holidays like this alone Alkan still compartmentalizes his cellphone and laptop. Though Cia wants Alkan's time fully only belongs to him, during weekends like this.
"In the meantime, Mas is still monitoring the sale of the same grain of cocoa beans sent by Mr. Dartim" said soft Alkan.
The cheeked man tried to give understanding to his beloved Cimut, even his two hands Alkan had grasped tightly the palm of his wife.
While Cia looked at Alkan in disbelief, her two clear ash-gray neutrals soared quickly hearing the husband's words.
"Earth? Mas Al has rice fields? what else is the rice business?" cecar Cia curious.
Both of her eyes turned on the laptop screen owned by her husband, Cia stared at the chart that was not understood by her at all.
"What line is this?" cia asked, one of her hands pointing at the flat screen.
Even Cia narrowed her eyes in order to see clearly.
"That's a graph of our grain sales," said soft Alkan.
One hand grabbed the wife's waist, so that Cia could sit on her lap. While one of Alkan's idle hands looks to compartmentalize the mouse.
Cia who did not like to waste the opportunity, immediately hugged her husband's neck tightly. Even with anxiety Cia continues to put a kiss on the cheek of the husband.
"Mas Al's grain business?" ask Cia again.
He really doesn't understand completely, Cia knows what the grain is but doesn't know where Alkan got it.
"It can be said that," said Alkan calmly.
His one hand that was coiled around Cia's slender waist was getting hardened, even comfortably Alkan leaning against his wife's chest.
"Whose face does he have?" ask Cia confused.
The two female neutrals stared at her husband's face, even with anxiety Cia grabbed Alkan's face with both hands. Until the faces of the two faced each other without the slightest barrier.
"Our own" said Alkan.
While Cia was still speechless, even when Alkan bit her into a fit of anxiety, Cia's pretty brain wandered freely.
"Look, this is for the future of you and our children. Mas does not have a company like most people, but Mas has rice fields and chocolate plantations. Alhamdullilah, this can suffice our lives in the future, Mother's treatment, our children's school later." explained Alkan.
Both of his eyes turned back to Cia who was still sculpting, Alkan smiled widely to show his dimples when he saw the two beautiful Cia's eyes glazed.
"Why are you, Cimut?" ask Alkan gently, even the Mr. Penghulu rubbed slowly one of his wife's chubby cheeks.
Instead of answering, Cia hugged her husband's neck again. Cia gave a lot of kisses all over her man's face.
Cia looked so aggressive, even without hesitation she kissed her husband's lips gently and demanded. The two drifted deeper, Alkan was more tempted to ask for more when one of Cia's hands, already guerrilla in the chest area.
Their friendly and sweet kisses deepened and deepened again, Alkan's two hands already clutching Cia's possessive body. Likewise with Grecia, the woman buried her ten fingers in the hair of the husband.
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The sound of knocking on the door did not make their activities disturbed in the slightest.
Till...
"Cici, get your husband to eat first!" the sound of the cry of Mother Marwah, making the link of the lips of both of them detached.
Alkan and Cia exchanged glances, then as quickly as possible the two away, neither Alkan nor Cia would let the Mother shout for the umpteenth time.
"I-iya Bun, Mas Alnya still playing laptop." said Cia, the short-spirited woman immediately out of the room, but before Cia really away he still took the time to steal a kiss on Alkan's lips.
"Later we continue again, now fill the gasoline first." said jahil Cia, even with flirtatious she squealed at her husband.
Alkan let out a rough sigh, with the dimpled man cradling his head at his desk.
**OTHOR ALSO LIKES BULUNG LOH MAS AL
HOLLA MET MORNING EPRIBADEH
MONDAY, HOW ARE YOU
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SEE YOU NEXT PART MUUUAACCHH**
