My husband is CEO

Part 30 – Devan Vs Johan

Today Devan is off because of Sunday. They just relax at home, with their minds floating to infinity.

"Mas... What if the Johan comes here because I didn't find him?" ask Hayu, sitting next to the husband.

"Leave it! He'll be dealing with me. Don't he think I'm afraid of him" said Devan coldly, with his eagle eyes.

Hayu nodded in understanding. He rarely sees Devan's side like this he thinks it's creepy.

'He's creepy if angry, ' Inner Hayu.

Just what was said with Hayu, the crazy man came with his arrogant style.

Geck! Geck!

"Wood! Darling!"

The screams made Devan's ears hurt. Wanting to hit Johan in the face, he just had to hold on.

"Open the door" Devan said, leaving Hayu confused.

'So he said he wanted to face me, now tell me. The basic man, Hayu grumbled in his heart.

"So he said you want to face how the hell, Mas," whined Hayu, with a face bete.

"Isa... Yes already. Yes," said Hayu when he saw Devan's gaze.

Chequek!

"What the hell is it, Jo! No need to shout unclear," said Hayu, with bete.

"Hey, where are you! I waited for you for an hour and you didn't come not knowing we promised, what?" ask Johan, repet.

"I don't want to."

"Don't want you to say, huh!" Sharp-pawed Hayu, Hayu could only gulp his saliva roughly.

Hopefully people do not ngusir us, ' Inner Hayu anxious.

"Yes, I don't want to."

Johan who was on the black tried to grab Hayu's hand, but before that happened. Devan quickly held Johan's hand and pushed him down.

"Akhc! Siala--" Johan seems shocked by Devan's presence, however he thinks Devan is leaving.

"What do you want to do with my wife!" Devan looked at Johan.

Johan looked scared, but he did not want to be cornered by someone like Devan, who was poor and pretentious.

'Damn it! I won't shut up.'

"Ck! You think I'm afraid of you, huh!" Johan tried as hard as he could to make that sound.

"Oh, yes," Devan replied lightly, looking down at Johan. 'Sok brave, even though his legs were shaking, ' Devan's mind, held back his laughter.

Devan took a step forward, right in front of Johan. The man looked small in front of Devan who was tall and athletic.

"What are you doing away from me!" shouted Johan.

'Actually what Devan wants to do anyway,' Inner Hayu is curious.

Devan pulled Johan's collar and said. "Don't fuck with me, if you still want your hand! And remember I was a good boxer!" Devan's threat suddenly scared Johan and ran away.

"Look at you!"

Hayu. "Have you? You want to talk about your past!" pekik Hayu, among happy also restless.

Devan. "I just scared him. He needs to be taught a lesson" Devan cuek said.

Hayu breathed a sigh of relief. 'Entag why, I don't want Devan to remember his past, ' Hayu's inner self.

'What if your memory comes back, you'll forget me, Mass...' Hayu looked at the husband's back.

"I wish we could always be together. Forever," murmured Hayu.

"here."

Hayu fell silent. In here? What does that mean!

'Where are you?' batin Hayu hesitantly.

Then, Devan patted the mattress next to him.

"Here, sleep," Devan invited, making Hayu look down embarrassed.

He's crazy, yeah! Don't say noontime wants that...'

Hayu approached slowly and laid her body next to Devan.

It's awkward!

Of course, he doesn't know what to do. Will he just lie stiff with nothing. Is it just him who thinks dirty.

Greb!

Hayu glared as Devan's big hand hugged her.

"Ma-Ma..."

"Be quiet. I'm tired, we'll just go to sleep" said Devan, hugging Hayu tightly.

Drowned his head in the neck of his wife.

'So comfortable. If you know this comfortable, from a long time I should have done.'

'Akh... He was handsome once if like this, Hayu's inner, glanced at Devan silently.

"It's like a dream to have a husband as handsome as him," Hayu muttered involuntarily. Makes Devan smile.

"You're lucky" said Devan, to Hayu's surprise. Her cheeks flushed with shame, caught praising the Husband.

"Shut up." Hayu hugged Devan tightly until unexpectedly Devan's head was sinking between the mountain of the Wife.

'Jeez... O God, strengthen my faith. She's really...' Devan prayed in his heart to withstand the crazy turmoil within him. He still can't do it anymore.

They fell asleep, until late afternoon. Comfort makes them happy. Azan ashar's voice woke him to sleep. Hayu looked down at her husband's sleeping face.

He was very handsome while sleeping. His face was like a statue, Hayu's inner, amazed.

Unknowingly his hand traced every curve of Devan's face. Starting from his hair, he rubbed slowly. "Hair is even finer than mine," Hayu murmured in admiration.

His hand went down to Devan's thick and neat eyebrows, coming down again to his nose.

What nose is this? Very sharp, I don't even have a nose, ' Hayu's mind does not accept.

Then, when his hand will involuntarily go down to Devan's lips. Devan wakes up and holds Hayu's hand.

"If you go forward again you will regret it" Devan said, with his eyes closed. Make Hayu's body stand.

"Well!"

"Ma-Mas Devan!" Pekik Hayu shocked. Directly withdraw his hand. Embarrassed? Of course he was embarrassed by his foolish act of holding Devan while the man was asleep.

Hayu immediately got up from his bed, but Devan held Hayu's hand.

"What's up, Ma---- mphhh."

Devan scooped up the wife's chewy lips, which he had wanted to do since. They seem to enjoy each other very much.