My Fierce Wife's

My Fierce Wife's
Move-in preparation



Happy reading ...


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Yola, who saw Roy was no longer in front of her, followed her husband to the kitchen. Looks like Roy is struggling with kitchen tools. The man looked a little handsome in Yola's eyes, especially as Roy rolled up his shirt sleeves.


“Do you still want to stand there?” roy asked Yola.


The woman immediately approached Roy after waking up from the strange daydream. Yola immediately helped pick up a knife to cut the vegetables. Meanwhile, Roy was cutting meat with his agile movements.


“Are you used to cooking?” yola asked suddenly because she saw her husband's cooking skills were not too bad.


“Are you underestimating me?” instead of answering, Roy asked his wife.


“No, it's just that you look bad when cooking,” Yola replied with origin. Though the woman was wrong to see the glances of her husband's eyes, especially the man looks very handsome and seductive.


Roy who heard the answer of the wife, now frowned and wondered ‘if I was not cool when cooking’, that's how it is.


“I have to find a way to stay cool and handsome while cooking,” Roy muttered quietly, until Yola could not hear the muttering of her husband.


“Do I look ugly? I don't think that's possible,” Roy said with a full-face lookout.


“Did you always have confidence like that?” yola asked in annoyance, seeing the attractiveness of her husband.


“Of course,” replied Roy casually. Yola let out a long sigh while rolling her eyeballs lazily.


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The night has come. Dinner has been a little family since last night. Yola, Roy, and Mr. Jackson are gathering in the living room to discuss Roy's plans.


“Son, what do you want to talk to dad about?” ask Mr. Jackson in curiosity.


“Dad, regarding my current job is getting closer in time. I want to get my dad to move into my apartment. There you can also open classes for children. For my own apartment, it is enough for our current residence,” said Roy hopeful, so that the in-laws would come to his apartment.


Mr. Jackson, who heard this, was a little surprised by the sudden appearance of his son-in-law. Actually, he had expected this to happen. However, to come to his daughter-in-law's house, he had to think back.


This simple house is the only memory with his wife, his mother Yola. If he leaves, this house will not be taken care of and he will disturb his daughter's new life.


“Dad knows this is best for you. You can move, but I'm not going with you. This house I will not leave. Roy, I know you're the man in charge. Please take care of him like I take care of him,” said Mr. Jackson gently while smiling warmly at the couple.


“Dad, I'll never leave dad. If father doesn't leave. So, I also will not leave here,” said Yola firmly, making Mr. Jackson look at Yola sharply for his attitude.


“Yola, you've become a wife. You should have obeyed your husband. Comewith her. Father will be fine,” said Mr. Jackson who is no less strict with his daughter.


“Dad, if Yola can't come, I understand. I will not insist and will follow my wife's wishes. If father doesn't come. Then I will not be able to separate you two,” Roy said resignedly.


“No Roy. You don't say that. Yola should have followed you, not me. Yola, you go with Roy. You can also visit me with your husband if you have time. Believe me, I'll be fine,” said Mr. Jackson trying to convince Yola, that he would be fine.


“But dad ...,” said Yola while lowering her head.


“So have you agreed to come with your husband?” ask Mr. Jackson reassuringly.


“Iya, dad. I promise, I will visit you often. I must have missed you so much,” Yola said languidly.


“Yola, are you really ready?” roy asked as he looked at the woman in disbelief.


“Hmm,” answer Yola briefly.


“So, when will you move?” ask Mr. Jackson in curiosity.


“Tomorrow, father,” replied Roy who made Yola immediately round her eyes perfectly, when he heard the answer from her husband.


‘Tomorrow? Not that too fast’ Inner Yola grumbled.


“Alright, if that is your decision. I can only pray, may you always be together and happy. You better get ready soon then rest for departure tomorrow morning. Dad will go to the room to go rest first,” said Mr. Jackson immediately got up and left Roy and Yola.


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Now, Yola was preparing some of her clothes in a suitcase. He did not bring all his clothes, so that he did not need to bring any more clothes when he wanted to visit his father's house.


Roy, the handsome man did not move in the slightest from the bed, while continuing to pay attention to Yola without wanting to help the woman. Roy chuckled in anxiety, as he saw Yola pursing her lips in annoyance.


“Are you laughing at me?” yola asked as she raised her sharp gaze towards Roy. Making the handsome man instantly speechless close his lips.


“Do you feel offended?” roy asked with a seductive look, while getting up to approach Yola.


“What's still a long time?” roy hugged Yola from behind. Yola, who had a sudden attack from her husband, was immediately shocked and dismissed the man.


“Hurry help me,” said Yola with ketus.


“Alright, but what's my payment after I help you?” ask Roy full probing. Making Yola round her eyes perfectly, and prepare to spurt out flames of anger from feeling annoyed.


“Eh! Alright, alright. I will help you with pleasure,” said Roy immediately interrupted. He was afraid that Yola would get angry and would not give him a ration. In fact, he had just enjoyed the beauty of the heaven of the world.


Yola just kept quiet while continuing to clean up the contents of her closet which was very messy. Roy tidied up the contents of the suitcase and did not move much. The man knew that if Yola just switched the subject.


“Honey, everything is done,” said Roy calling his wife. Yola turned and was silent for a moment.


‘Quickly also the man was working on it,’ Inner Yola snorted in annoyance.


“Can I rest?” asked Roy in a tired tone. Of course it makes Yola feel very guilty, because it has let her husband tired. For Roy, the job was nothing.


Thank ye.


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