Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!

Unsensitive

"You take a break, I know you're tired." persuaded Alkan.

The dimpled man took off the flat shoes worn by Cia, Alkan immediately led Cia down from the top of the guarantee. Leaving Crystal and Galaska there, Alkan had already asked the two of them for permission to take Cia to the room.

Because the dress that Cia was wearing was quite troublesome, Yasmine swiftly helped lift it. While Alkan led his wife slowly, Alkan was afraid that Cia would stumble over something.

"Thank you Yas" said Cia sincerely.

"Same Sister Cici, I laughed first huh. Dahh, happy bumil break." Yasmine replied cheerfully.

The girl was really very smart in hiding her current feelings, it managed to make Cia and the others do not know what Yasmine is currently feeling.

"How many days is Yasmine getting married?" ask her husband.

"About 4 days, all their marriage requirements are complete. Looks like Yasmine's future bully has an insider while taking care of all her marriage requirements. Because according to Mas, if one of the bride-to-be is a foreigner, it will take a lot of time to take care of everything." explained Alkan.

Cia stared unblinkingly at her husband, it was true what Alkan said. The model songong is not an Indonesian citizen, Elvier is a citizen of the United Arab Emirates, in Dubai to be more precise.

The model, who has a super expensive rental price, only takes a breath, eats, bathes and sleeps in the country, and Cia can only pray for Yasmine and her future husband, may they both be happy.

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Cia continued to stare at her innocent stomach in the mirror, the woman's smile continued to expand. Currently she only wears bras and half-thigh hotpants, while Alkan still cleans her body in the bathroom. Time has shown at 21:35 pm, quite late for Cia.

Clack

Cia turned her head when she heard the bathroom door open, her eyes not blinking when she saw Alkan's current look. The dimpled man only wore a blue towel that coiled around his waist, while rubbing his wet hair using a small towel.

Slowly Alkan eroded the distance on Cia, his two dark brown eyes staring at his wife's current appearance.

"Why not wear clothes? later you catch a cold." said softly Alkan.

So soft makes Cia unable to blink both eyes, why God is so good when creating her husband. Is it possible that when the angels share a handsome face and a gentle nature at the command of God, Alkan comes forward.

Will the inhabitants of heaven be as handsome as her husband, or even more than this. Unknowingly Cia's smile rose, one hand outstretched touching the jaw containing Alkan.

Alkan returned Cia's gaze no less soft, even the dimple of the man's cheek was increasingly visible when Alkan widened his smile.

"Mass?" call Cia slowly.

"Hm,"

Cia did not reply, her two eyes were still busy diving into the gentle and beautiful netra of the husband. Even consciously or not the fingers of the fingers lentiknya just along every curve of Alkan's body, ranging from the chest to the muscular stomach of the husband who had begun to fade, because of his actions.

"There is no intention to look at them" said Cia spoiled.

He carried one of Alkan's hands towards his stomach, without even a hint of turning his gaze away.

"You are tired, dear." said Alkan understandingly.

"Rest yes, let's massage his legs. You must have a sore leg, because you kept standing earlier." he continued.

Alkan gently led Cia to the bed, slowly carrying one of his wife's legs over her lap. Slowly the dimpled man massaged Cia's legs, while the young pregnant woman had not reacted.

"Cici wants to sleep," he said arriving.

The woman put Alkan's hands on her feet, even Cia immediately pulled the blanket to cover her body up to the chest.

Alkan smiled amusedly at Cia sulking, even the Father of Penghulu dimpled to look shook his head slowly.

"Break up, I'll put some clothes on."

Cup

One kiss Alkan gave on Cia's forehead, after which Alkan immediately got up and walked towards the walk in closet.

While Cia grimaced with anxiety towards her husband's sturdy broad back, it was not just a kiss she wanted, but more than that.

"You ah, all men are never sensitive!" muttered annoyed Cia.

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