My Fierce Boss's

Maaf

The sound of the door creaking rang out as Fairel opened the door of his room which turned out to be unlocked from inside. Then he slowly went inside without making a sound. He saw the wife who was asleep on their bed. The state of the room is a little dark, there is only light from the sleeping lights on the nightstand, while the room lights are not turned on.

The clock had already shown at 3am and the man had just arrived from outside. Not wanting his wife to smell the fishy stench of blood stains attached to his body, Fairel decided to clean up first. Yes, the man decided to take a cold shower to refresh his body.

It was not until 10 minutes later that the man had finished cleaning his body and was also tidy with sleeping clothes. With a slow motion Fairel walked towards the mattress and sat on the edge of the mattress right next to the wife sound asleep.

When he wanted to rub his wife's head, suddenly the woman turned her back to Fairel. The man did not give up, he tried to reach for the wife's body. However, just as his hand was about to touch his wife's shoulder, the woman shifted her body away. Fairel suspected that his wife was not asleep, but awake but with her eyes closed.

"Not sleeping, hm?" asked Fairel softly.

Dena did not answer and was still silent. He is still overwhelmed by his emotions. Anger and disappointment that made him reluctant to speak.

Not getting a response from his wife, Fairel breathed heavily. He had expected the incident would affect his wife.

"I'm laying here, right?" fairel asked for permission. Because Dena was still silent, Fairel took the initiative to lie down next to his wife.

Long enough Fairel lay on his back then he finally tilted his body and without the aba directly pulled the body of the wife closer towards him.

Fairel felt that Dena's body stiffened as she hugged him. Fairel who understood that instantly hid his head in the niche of his wife's neck.

A warm gust of Fairel's breath hit his wife's neck. If you can be honest, currently Dena made goosebumps at once amused. However, his anger and disappointment were too domineering.

"I just finished taking a shower, yangg." said Fairel slowly.

"It's so cold to take a shower at night, let alone use cold water."

"Oh yeah, just before I came home I brought you some food. Your favorite food, I keep it in the fridge so tomorrow it can be heated."

Dena was still silent. The tension in his body began to slowly dissipate and relax as Fairel hugged him warmly. Not to mention that the man did not provide any distance between them. His right hand was coiled in his wife's flat stomach.

Fairel crushes her face into the niche of her neck and occasionally sniffs it.

"sorry. I made you wait a long time. But on the way home, there was a bit of a problem."

"You can be angry because I'm wrong here."

For a moment the silence came. Fairel no longer spoke, however, she only muttered indistinctly and then followed by her warm breath began to be regular. The man may have fallen asleep because he was tired. Tired of drowsiness and also tired because the energy is drained.

Long enough Dena felt a sense of silence, the embrace on her body did not even slacken at all. Even getting tighter makes it difficult to move. With full struggle finally Dena can be free from the snare of her husband.

The woman turned her body to look at her husband's face. Shocked for sure when Dena stared at Fairel's bruised face in some parts. One of them is clearly visible on the corner of his lips even in a dim state.

Slowly, Dena's clenched hand touched the wound on her husband's face. The man did not wake up, but rather grimaced slightly as Dena unintentionally pressed down on his wound slowly.

Dena longed to ask, but, she paled because she saw the look of a tired face on her husband's face. It seemed so obvious that it made Dena feel pity. Although he was still angry, however, Dena really did not have the heart to see it. I don't know what happened before.

Dena finally decided to go back to sleep. She fell asleep facing her husband. Dena stared fixedly at that handsome face before finally her eyes closed and began to enter the dreamland.

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As the morning sunlight penetrates the room window through the open gaps of the curtains. Looks like a man who is still sound asleep without feeling disturbed when the morning sunlight hit part of his face.

Not long after that the door opened. It shows a woman still wearing her nightgown.

It was Dena. The woman had just finished cooking in the kitchen for breakfast. Actually today Dena deliberately wanted to take a vacation and leave her job to her secretary, the husband. But, seeing the condition of the man that was not possible made Dena undo her intentions. It's okay, maybe later he will leave a bit unfortunate.

In such a bright condition, Dena could see the condition of her husband. Starting from the battered face and also the injured arm has begun to dry up. Last night Dena who could not help her curiosity finally checked her husband's body and found that there was a wound on the man's arm. Dena also took the initiative to treat before the wound caused an infection.

Long Dena looked at the man until she finally did not realize that slowly her husband's eyes began to open.

The first sight Fairel saw was the face of his wife. Although Dena had not had time to take a bath, but she had washed her face and brushed her teeth.

"Wake up?" asked Fairel hoarsely.

Dena regained her senses and immediately put on her flat face. "I should be that!" reply Dena a little tart.

Fairel just smiled looking at her. That meant his wife's anger had already begun to subside. The man tried to get up, however, not yet fully he moved suddenly the pain came that made him instantly grimace.

"Eh! Where's that sick??" ask Dena to panic. She hurried to check on her husband. Starting from checking his arm to feeling his face.

Fairel was still silent as she endured her pain. Then he looked at his wife's face and put on his smile.

"Here the sick" said Fairel, pulling his wife's hand and pointing it at her lower body.

Dena squealed a little and reflexively hit her softly. Instantly Fairel grimaced in pain as his lower body received a pityful blow from his wife's hand.

"Don't get hit, yangg. Grieved." ringis Fairel closed his eyes.

"Eh! Sorry." sorry Dena subconsciously stroked it slowly.

"Don't elus. This hurts more." Fairel immediately distanced his wife's hand because she was afraid of obscenity. Understandably, normal men are generally often active in the morning.

"Eh?!" dena's face flushed with embarrassment. That's his reflex response.

Fairel who felt like being pampered just changed his position and lay on his wife's thigh and buried his face in the flat stomach.

"Aren't you angry anymore?" ask Fairel.

"Not if you can explain why this, this, and this could exist." Dena pointed one by one the wounds on Fairel's face and the scratches on her arm.

"Later on, I'm still sleepy. Don't go to the office today? Temenin I sleep." said Fairel increasingly tightened his arms.

"If I don't go to the office, who goes to the office? Ye? How could you go to the office in this state."

"Work from home. Yes yes yes?" persuade Fairel to display a pleading expression.

"Ck! Yes yes." the final Dena relented.

"Yes. Thanks, Honey." Fairel further buried his face in the flat stomach of his wife.

"Wake up first. Let's have breakfast." take Dena.

Without caring about the pain in his body, Fairel even toppled their bodies and now he has overstretched his wife's body.

"Wouldn't this breakfast be?" ask Fairel.

"No yeah! Wait for you to heal first." refuse Dena shook her head.

Hearing that Fairel even smiled smirk. "Who is the one who asked for your consent?" said the man grinning to make Dena immediately shudder in horror to see it.

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