MY 250 MILLION PEARLS

35. You're Beautiful...Oh Happy

Instinct leads Hana to turn the body completely to face Luke. Farah turned away, making room for Luke to come closer.

Luke himself did not hide the confusion. His gaze explored Hana's figure radically from the top of the head, down, then back up again. He looked at his wife's woman.

Maybe for almost 1 year of their married life, it was only on this occasion that the man felt his throat dry up to see Hana, the heat bubbling along his veins.

Especially staring at the breast area of his wife, part number 2 favorite, notched beautifully sheltered in a blue dress while on the top wide open.

The reaction is filled with admiration that is able to shake the face of the wife, the reaction is reasonable, the wife is different and this difference is too significant in Luke's eyes. In addition to dressing up completely in unusual circumstances that is pregnant, pregnant, the results of Farah's cold hand makeup can not be denied very impressive.

Like an artistic masterpiece, Hana is displayed beautifully in front of the eyes. The hungry eyes of a Luke. Lately more and more hunger for Hannah.

"I'm the one who put it on." The man's voice then said, Hana knows what that sentence means.

Apparently her husband can guess what Hana is going to do next.

"Worn from home? Not after you get there?" ask the woman.

Luke stepped forward. Hana held her breath. Farah paid no attention to the two.

"Used from now on," Luke said, having come before Hannah. Then with a slight bow he whispered slowly near the woman's ear. "By the way.you're not like you."

The face of the wife who was then only a few centimeters away from her face met with red. Luke looked at the woman's eyes, looking at her, and found a sign that she could catch the meaning of her words.

The man stepped back. "Where is he?"

Hana sipped some saliva for a moment. "Dii.mirror table drawer. Wait I'll get it."

Gently Luke held the elbow of the woman who was about to move. "Let's go, I'll take it."

"Ehm-ehm, then." sounds demented Farah interjected, ". I ask you to excuse me first, Mr. Luke, Ms. Hana. Sorry, I'm gonna use the bathroom."

Then at the same time the couple in front of him turned his head and gave a speech.

"Yes, ma'am Fa. Please-please."

Deliberately separating, Luke smiles inwardly at Farah while walking to the mirror table after Farah passes.

2 Years younger than her age, Farah is a similar figure to her late sister's image. Sometimes it can be crowded childish, at other times it can also present itself very mature. But maybe because he only knew each other, since then he has not found the impression of Farah in facing Hana.

Just finding that dark blue velvet box inside the top drawer of the dresser, still looks as beautiful as buying it first. It contains Akoya's pearl gold necklace... The man grabbed it.

"I want to see this from now on your neck," the man flipped on Hana. "It's okay, isn't it?"

"Hm-mh it's okay," Hana nodded. "Because I will be with you... Don't be afraid to wear it from home?" The woman covered a wry smile. Luke smiled back.

"Yes. And again we drive our own car, Hana. Ryben car glass is very black. So it'll be safe."

Lukas believes Hana is still worried about this necklace is afraid of being grabbed by people. But the man was more convinced that Hana knew the price of her necklace was expensive but did not know how expensive it was.

"You haven't changed clothes." The wife said so when Luke took his place behind him to put the necklace on.

"After this. I won't be getting ready for long."

The golden necklace with white pearl pendant was finished looped around Hana's neck. But the woman could feel Luke not getting up from where the man was standing.

Even without looking to make sure Hana knows what is happening to her husband.

"Can..I spin?" ask the woman.

"It is only like this that I myself allow to do," murmured Luke. "Because I don't want to ruin your makeup..." He kissed again, more gently... Hana started to crumble... The back of the neck to the earlobe is one of the most sensitive parts for him. It reacts easily when touched.

Especially if the touch is in the form of a kiss for the sake of a light kiss from the lips of the husband.

"After event... Before you get to that point.you really shouldn't have to bother me."

Hana's words made her husband laugh. He also established his foundation. Steadily consent.

"alright. I'm according to."

Replace Hana with a little laugh. No more asking for approval when moving back right.

"By the way, how am I now? My looks... This salted hair, powder, lipstick, etc...what-all already looks pretty okay?" Hana's left index finger moved with childish pointing.

"Very," Luke smiled as he nodded once. "You're beautiful" she said. Honest and sincere. And the more perfect beauty that he is seeing this if Hana just take off all the coatings on him even to this false eyelash.

'Cantiiik?....Oh happy...' Because, this is Luke who said. Not just to entertain, Hana realized very well. Her husband's earnestness as if implied already wanted to reach Hana's lips as still as the part continued to openly talk. Seen from the clinging of the part was approached by the husband. But because the lips are bright red lipstick is also forbidden to be bullied, Luke finally chose to bite his own lower lip...

Hana grinned, "Thank you."

Lukas scratched the tip of his nose. Successfully control and dismiss passion. "You wait, I want to get ready now."

"Yes. I want to talk to Farah again. Waiting for you to be done."

"Hm."

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Located in the Gatot Subroto area, the magnificent meeting building named B.K is the venue for the wedding reception which will be attended by Lukas and Hana.

Their presence was both greeted kindly and formally by the guests in the front lobby, among the invited guests who continued to arrive.

It is fitting that Lukas has long discussed in detail the plan to attend the reception that carries this modern international concept. Apparently in addition to a la royal wedding that lasted lively, crowded invitations to reach 1000 guests, Hana not only saw the luxury here and there on the building, decoration or whatever is served, Hana not only see the luxury here and there in the building, but also his own people. Very elite top class.

The average looks super elegant and glamorous.

No wonder Hana 'required' Luke appears sexy in a dress that is no less top class. Here is the inclusion of the pearl necklace. Hana personally finally felt satisfied and unapologetic to have presented herself all-out from home. So that the distended stomach was not a barrier he can still look cool rivaling other female guests.

"You nervous?" The faithful Luke accompanied by Hannah tried to question her as such.

"Any, not at all," Hana shook her head, firming her arms around Luke's elbow. "At least not," she looked at the man's face.

"Good... Stay that way."

"definitely. I don't want to disappoint you. Just tell me what you think I need to do... I because I first attended an event like this so kind of groggy too. Still to be guided. Aye, right?"

Lukas laughs. Wanting to interrupt what he needed Hana to do now was just one, kissing her. Pampering it. Because it turns out that the review of the red lipstick on Hana's lips, wildly more than able to stimulate Luke's imagination to tighten his thinking power. Whole himself. Wanting once again to be admired, admired again, by the tiny part of the legit ranum on Hana's face.

If Hana who first submitted a call to make love, sure he would not think 2x to welcome. Cancel goes to this reception event; instead of showing off that beautiful pearl-like dress to the public eye he will just show off Hana for himself alone. In front of his eyes. On their beds.

The effect of his wife having returned to the old version of herself. The effect of the wife's attitude is a little changed? Or just a regular effect, just because the last few months he missed making love.

"Sir Hana!"

"God!... Lho? Koq mbak Tiara??"

"Taraaam...kaget huh? Wonder if I could be here?"