My Beloved Husband's

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Jordan and Yoga locked themselves in Jordan's study after dinner. While the women relax in the living room.

“Mami, Kia sleepy.” Little boy's great-grandson sitting sweetly on a single sofa.

Jessi responds to her little daughter with a warm look, “Sini deketan mami. Mami puk puk.” Her lamb to Kia. They just happened to be sitting in the opposite place. Jessi sat on the long sofa facing Kia.

Kia got off the sofa and stepped towards Jessi who immediately greeted Jessi by lifting her body and holding her

“Sickness so sleepy huh?” Jessi asked gently while stroking Kia's hair.

The girl nodded innocently. “When aunty Sasa finished?” Kia asked Salsa who was receiving a call from her co-worker.

“Em, maybe in a minute.” Answer Jessi.

“Can't Kia sleep same aunty Sasa, mami?” He asked permission from Jessi.

“Bby.. But, ask to aunty Sasa first yes.” Kia nodded her head again. While chatting— Jessi rubbed gently Kia's head as if menina Bobo was the little girl.

“You slept?” Salsa asked who had just joined the two. He immediately returned to the living room after completing a phone call from his co-worker.

Kia was half asleep. Sometimes opening your eyes sometimes closes your eyes.

“Aunty, Kia can sleep same aunty ‘kan?” Her great-grandson immediately after hearing Salsa's voice. Half the girl's consciousness spoke.

Salsa looked at Jessi who was also looking at her asking for an opinion on Jessi and Jessi nodded.

“Bby dong, babe.” Then crouch right in front of Jessi who holds Kia.

“Assyik.” Kia opened her arms wide hoping that Salsa would take over from her mother's lap.

Salsa happily grabbed Kia's tiny body into her arms and stood up. Kia who was comfortable in Salsa's sling had her head resting on Salsa's shoulder lazily, and was preparing to go to sleep.

“He's again spoiled same lo.” Jessi looked at her little daughter in a salsa sling.

“Biarin, rarely is he the same as me. So it was fitting Jordan ngajak nginep in your home - I immediately agreed.” Reply Salsa while fondling Kia.

“They again chat what the hell, curious.” Jessi's eye-sightedness led to Jordan's tightly shut office door.

Salsa responds to Jessi's words by putting her shoulders together. He was not too curious about Jordan's work, even though Salsa never asked about Jordan's work. Only if Jordan discussed the matter of work before Salsa would she respond to her husband occasionally.

“To know I have no problem whatsoever in the company,” Jessi murmured. Because Jessi is also one of the Pratama Group— shareholders she always knows the development of the company that is now led by Jordan. In addition to shareholders, of course Jessi also has an important person in the company who can provide him with information at any time about the company.

“Maybe a problem in Jordan company own time.” Salsa guessed.

In addition to being responsible for Daddy Raka— Jordan's head office, he is also responsible for his own company that he started since High School.

“Oh, could be anyway. If that I don't know.”

Kia had actually flown into dreamland in the sling of Salsa. The sound of her breath being calm meant that the little girl had fallen asleep.

“We chatted in my room only!” Take Salsa, “Let me put Kia to bed. He is not comfortable when sleeping rich gini.”

“Come.. They seem to work until night.”

***

At 00:00 AM local time, Jordan just walked into his room.

“You haven't slept yet, baby?” Jordan was astonished to see Salsa who was still awake while playing mobile phone with selonjoran legs. Jordan thinks Salsa's asleep.

“I'm waiting for you.” Say Salsa while putting her phone on the nightstand.

“Sorry, many of which we obrolin will be long.” Approaching Salsa grabbed her head and gave a glimpse of Salsa's lips. Then Jordan's eyes glanced at the little boy sleeping on his back next to Salsa, “Bocil come to sleep?” Show Jordan to his nephew.

Salsa nodded, “Iya. You don't mind ‘kan?”

“Decision anyway not just ration I became holiday dong.” Ceplos Jordan who immediately got a hot pinch on his plate.

“Continue being thought of.”

“Aduh, let's spit it out, baby. Want to have your own leak.” Said Jordan who did not seem to want to delay to get a baby.

“Propa. Later also have their own.” Kelakar Salsa's.

“Hem.. We're on our honeymoon!” Jordan's Proposal.

“Don't fret. We've just finished our vacation, time to take another vacation. Couldn't get my salary.” Salsa Grunts.

“Yes too yes.. Yes already, Saturday just a week we honeymoon to the hotel stay cation aja, how?” Of course Jordan will not run out of sense.

Salsa let out a long sigh, “As far as you are.” Pasrah's answer. “Grub your teeth there. I'm already sleepy.” Salsa said he immediately switched the conversation so that Jordan would not just discuss the honeymoon.

“Oke.” He said as he passed towards the bathroom.

Salsa lay down and pulled her blanket on her side facing Kia. Seeing Kia who was sleeping innocently like this made Salsa's heart warm. She could feel a little like being a mother. Will it be when she has her own child that feels like this or even more?

Jordan came back from the bathroom and got into bed. But not for sleep. He lifted Kia's body in the middle of the bed to move it on the edge and placed a roll next to Kia as a protector.

“Why on move?” Tanya Salsa saw her husband busy arranging Kia's body to get the most comfortable position.

“No papa, if you can't get rations I want to hug you last night.” Jordan replied while enveloping Kia. Then he got out of bed and walked around the bed. “Slide, you're in the middle!” Tell it to the wife.

Reluctant to argue Salsa instantly shifted her body to be in the middle. Also, Jordan got into bed and slept next to Salsa.

Salsa cuek and began to sleep with her back to Jordan. Because he wants to take care of Kiara. Salsa was afraid of Kia falling from the bed because the boy was on the sidelines. Jordan has put Kia in safety.

“Honey..” Salsa said as she felt something slip into her pajamas. Jordan's fingers slowly guerrillaize in Salsa pajamas.

“Cuman gini aja can ‘kan, babe?” Tanya Jordan was engrossed in her finger activity. Twisting something like a soft seed with a big mountain inside a Salsa pajama.

“You're naughty, deh.” Salsa catches Jordan's hand about to remove her husband's hand from her pajama blouse. Yet, failed!

“I won't fuck around. This is just aja.” Jordan's words sound convincing. But not with his actions. Jordan's lips played around Salsa's neck area after successfully brushing Salsa's hair. I don't know what's going to happen next.