My Extroverted Wife

Ah a minute

"Tiyara you don't usually like this, why do you look so exhausted today?" he asked himself.

"Is he okay?." muttered Jasson and walked up the stairs to his wife's room.

He slowly opened the door and was unknown to anyone. His eyes immediately swept across the room and saw Tiyara staring out the window. "What does it feel like to be carried to sleep?, I think I really never felt it" Tiyara said with a memory recall that might be good.

"Ah yes never, Eh but why did I ask Jasson to hold me?" he asked with a confused face.

"Ah for a moment, Why did I become like this?, What did I think of to be a little sad like this?, The matter of the person who steals is already dealt with, Money?, money?, I'm not poor enough to be sad for money, then what am I sad about?." asked Tiyara with what she thought.

"Heh, strange woman." Jasson muttered with a smile when she could hear the voice.

"Could it be that the killers of father and uncle had not been solved until I became like this?" asked Tiyara. Jasson immediately put on his flat face and stared ahead.

"Not that, so what?" asked Tiyara to herself.

"Father's murder?, his father also died because he was killed?." muttered Jasson with a confused face.

"Ah had better try to invite him to talk than he would be crazy for thinking about what he was thinking." he muttered and walked closer to the woman who was sitting relaxed.

"So...."

"Thinking what?" asked Jasson with his flat face and sat down beside the woman.

"Think about what I'm thinking" replied Tiyara honestly with a face still confused because it had not solved what she was thinking.

"Heh, how can you think what you're thinking?" asked Jasson with a sweet smile.

Tiyara fell silent and stared fixedly at her new man for the first time smiling sincerely at him. "You are handsome, God is too perfect when he created you" Tiyara said, holding the man's cheeks.

"Look, big eyes, big nose, slightly thin lips, Ah not a little thick and pliable eyelashes, Really good looking." tiyara said by holding one by one that she mentioned earlier while smiling widely.

Jasson was silent when getting touch after touch given by the woman and stared fixedly at her face as well. "When you look at me do you remember someone?" Tiyara asked with a fixed look at the man.

"No." Jasson immediately turned his gaze back to stare out the window.

"Good." replied Tiyara who sat back down as before.

"Jasson, do you want to carry me as I asked?" asked Tiyara, who wanted to be carried back.

Jasson looked at the woman. A sincere look full of desire could very well be seen by him. "But a minute because....."

"Yes" replied Tiyara who immediately crept around her husband's neck. Jasson did not forbid it and gently rubbed the woman's back.

"It's very comfortable." whispered Tiyara with a happy face and slowly closed her eyes.

"Have you slept?" said Jasson, removing the hair that prevented him from seeing his wife's face.

"So soon as you go to sleep, is it really tired?" asked Jasson who came back closer to the bed.

Very slowly and with a heart he laid the little body on the bed. "Taking care of a big company is not easy, it's worth it you're really exhausted" Jasson said with a smile looking at the sleeping woman.

"Sleep well my woman." she whispered and kissed the woman's head.

"I'll go back to my room" he said, wiping his head and coming out of the room down the stairs back to his room.

The next two days.

"This dress I've never worn anywhere, so to attend a party with my beloved man I have to look beautiful and wear a beautiful dress as well." tiyara said with a smile and immediately changed her clothes with her prepared dress.

"Today the bodyguard only got a rag tear at the scene and it indicates that the investigation was not well investigated" said Tiyara who had a little trouble pulling buttons on his back.

"It's so hard." said Tiyara who kept trying but couldn't.

"If it's like this, you're forced to ask people for help" he said and walked out of his room.

"Auntie." called Tiyara as she opened the door and saw the waiter pass in front of her.

"Yes madam, I am." said the waiter, stopping his footsteps and turning toward Tiyara.

"Tiyara was having trouble raising the buttons of this shirt, Could you please Tiyara?" asked Tiyara in her gentle tone.

"Ah yes ma'am, I can." replied the waiter. Tiyara smiled and instantly turned her body back to the servant.

"Tiyara....."

Jasson's footsteps stopped as well as his words when he saw his woman's back that was wide open in front of him. "Eh?" said the waiter as he looked at the scar on Tiyara's back.

"Sorry madam, why is your back?" asked the waiter who stopped his hand and touched the scar.

"Ah is okay bi, Is it done?" asked Tiyara.

"Ah briefly madam." said the waiter and raised the button.

"It's over, madam" said the waiter, moving away from Tiyara.

"Isn't it presumptuous enough to touch the employer's body?." asked Jasson with his flat face making the waiter immediately look at him as well as Tiyara.