My Beloved Husband's

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Nothing happened that night, Jordan and Salsa immediately fell asleep from exhaustion.

In the morning, Salsa woke up. He immediately cleaned himself up and tidied his things into a suitcase, they would only stay for one night.

Glimpsed Jordan who is still sound while hugging the bolster. The guy's shirtless, the shirt Jordan wore last night somewhere. Salsa didn't even know when her husband took off his t-shirt.

Feeling uneasy to see Jordan who was not awake, Salsa opened the curtains so that direct sunlight hit Jordan's face. Salsa tactics are pretty good, there is movement from the body of Jordan. Both of his eyes slowly opened.

Gnashing his eyes, Jordan greeted Salsa. “Good Morning My Wife.” Then stretch with both hands.

“Hem,” reply Salsa berdehem.

“What time is it now?” Jordan asked as his eyes opened wide.

“Jam ten.”

“Ah, it's noon apparently.”

“Cepet wake up, I'm hungry.”

Although still sleepy, Jordan forced his body to wake up. Especially the wife to his dear hungry. “Reserve room service if you are hungry.” Jordan gave me advice.

“Ngak, ah. Want to eat soto tripe deket apartment.” Reply Salsa.

“Oh, okay.” Jumping down from bed, “Wait for me to take a shower.” He said as he walked into the bathroom.

Tok tock..

Salsa walked towards the door to see who was coming. Kris, Jordan's assistant, was standing at the door.

“Good morning by noon, miss.” Say hello to Kris as soon as Salsa opens the door.

Salsa nodded, “Nyari Jordan, yes?!”

Kris shook his head, “No, I was told by the big lady to pick up the things to take home, miss.” Answer Kris later.

It turns out that Kris came as mommy Ayu's man.

“Oh, very hot. Login Kris!” Flipped his body and headed towards the suitcase he had just tidied up. “Not much, really. Just one suitcase. Same clothes on for the reception yesterday.” Salsa shows what items need to be brought by Kris.

Kris swiftly took over the goods from Salsa's hands and pulled the suitcase that Salsa had prepared.

“There again, miss?” Ask Chris before he gets out of there.

“Udah, anyway. That's aja.”

“Good, then excuse me, miss.”

“Thanks, yes, Kris.”

“Sama-sama, miss.”

After Kris left, Salsa closed the door. And Jordan came out of the bathroom.

“Who are you talking to, baby?” Apparently Jordan heard Salsa and Kris chat.

“Sama Kris,” Reply Salsa.

Unwilling to get a scolding from Salsa, Jordan was fully dressed when he came out of the bathroom. He just had to dry his hair.

“Ngapain Kris here?”

“Ask mommy Ayu grab suitcase.”

“Oow.” Jordan walked towards the nightstand to pick up his phone and put on his expensive watch. “So, go home now we?” Ask Jordan.

“According to you?” Reply Salsa, “I've been waiting for you from this morning you know.” Gerrymandering annoyed.

“Honey, even though we have not done anything here.” Jordan pouting.

“Ngapa-ngapain her at home aja.” Answer the original Salsa while grabbing her bag sling on the bed and passing away leaving Jordan.

“At home, wahhh, steady!” Jordan's face changed. He can't wait to get home.

They checked out and left the hotel. Because their belongings had already been brought by Kris, Salsa and Jordan just brought the body when leaving the hotel.

Jordan is sweet with the car door open for Salsa. “Thanks.” Salsa Vocabulary.

Jordan turned on his car engine and began to gas, slowly the car left the basement drove through the streets of Jakarta which was quite crowded.

Salsa was unlucky this time. His subscription beef soto stall closes when they get there.

“Yah close.” Salsa.

“Where, want to find somewhere else?” Ask Jordan.

Salsa shook her head. “Males, not necessarily delicious either. We'll go home!” Reply Salsa.

Jordan nodded and ran back his car which had stopped by the side of the road, in front of the soto stall.

“Where to go?” Jordan asked confusedly. They ‘kan have not decided where to stay.

“Ya my apartment, which is deket from here. You mind?”

Jordan nodded quickly. “Not at all. I don't have a problem living anywhere, the important thing is you.” The answer.

“Yakin?”

“Yakin lah.”

“Living under the bridge, want?”

“That can't happen.”

“Iya also sih.”

The first time Jordan stepped on Salsa's apartment with the status of Salsa's husband, the first time also for Salsa to bear the status of wife. The Salsa Apartment is still the same as when Jordan last visited, very neat.

Jordan already considers Salsa's apartment like his own home, as evidenced by the way he directly snatched in and immediately laid himself on the long sofa of the living room.

“What do we eat?” Just ask Jordan plain.

“You pesen aja whatever, near the phone there is a list of restaurants around here that can delivery cepet.” Salsa said as she passed towards her room.

Jordan said she read some neatly arranged restaurant brochures on a small shelf above the nightstand next to the phone. There are many kinds of restaurant brochures. From Indonesian food to western and Asian food.

Jordan was confused to choose what menu? Finally he followed Salsa into the room to ask for an opinion.

“Darling, I'm confused what to eat.” Jordan went into Salsa's room without knocking on her door.

“What's up, up.” Reply Salsa who is busy sorting clothes in the closet.

“Hem.. No food is up,” says Jordan.

“MCd is easy. Disposable food online.” Indeed the easiest meal is to order fried chicken mcd.

“Oke.” Reply while coming out of Salsa's room.

Salsa glanced at her husband and shook her head. “Community to eat,” murmur Salsa.

After changing clothes, Salsa came out of the room using only a knee-length negligee with small and Mustard-colored flowers. Yabg color is very beautiful on the skin, making anyone who wears it will look more radiant. Same when Salsa wears.

Jordan even to the point of looking at the appearance of Salsa is very sexy and seductive according to him.

“His eyes are conditioned dong. Kayak see the victims aja.” Salsa Tegur.

“Seger is really, so want.” Jordan was honest.

“Ntar night.” Reply Salsa. Salsa did not intend to delay their first night. After all, before marriage Salsa had thought about the first night carefully. He won't obstruct Jordan's right to her.

“Serious?” Ask Jordan.

“Two rius.” Reply Salsa.

“Sayangg,” whine Jordan.

“Iya, yes. I thought you were a deceiver.” Reply Salsa quipped.

“Heh, when did I become a deceiver?Never..” Typhoon Jordan.

Salsa grieving, “Amnesia yes you. Want me to remind?”

“Neventless. Next time aja.” Reject Jordan does not want to ruin a happy day by discussing things that can make their relationship stretch.