My husband turned out to be the Mafia Boss

Chapter 164 The Promise In England

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In one of the beach tourism that has recently been famous for its amazing natural beauty is also so beautiful, even in the news of the beach named Tanjung Lesung is being developed to the maximum. Starting from road repair to lodging procurement as well as other supporting facilities.

Tanjung Lesung Beach is located in Pandeglang, not too far indeed for the people of Jakarta

to go to Tanjung beach tour, more or less spend 160 km or 4 hours drive.

This is where two new lovebirds were found. during the brackets of a month over the LDR-an now they are back together. Indeed, the Demon King will not allow anyone who dares to spend time with Aranya even if it is a God.

"I don't know a beautiful place, mmm. Ara, do you like the beach?" asked Mr. Farhan was nervous waiting for an answer from a woman standing next to him.

Jons stared in amazement at the beach in front of him, the blue sea as well as the white sand as his friend. He was really amazed, especially with the support of the clear sky. Never before had he gone to a place like this he only knew where the old building, the forest, the headquarters for them were doing missions as a secret Agent.

"Wow, what a beautiful beach. I really like Prince" Jons replied with a big smile towards the Demon King. Mr. Farhan's heart suddenly shuddered violently touching his rumbling chest and his face was instantly flushed red making Jons suddenly touch her husband's forehead.

"Why you Prince? your face is red do you hurt? we just go home well I don't want you why-why... for a date we can ki..."

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Mr. Farhan pulled the nape of his wife to silence Jons' mouth with his lips. Right now he needs an antidote now or else he will definitely lose his oxygen supply.

That day there were not too many visitors and certainly the place they visited there was no one other than the two.

The Jelangkung bar is still faithfully playing with his wife's tongue exchanging saliva with each other.

Mr. Farhan immediately took off his kiss when he felt his wife was out of breath.

"Hah, huh, you made my breath claustrophobic Prince" said Jons slightly ketus. His chest up and down neutralized his suddenly irregular breath. While Mr. Farhan chuckles funny, his wife is still not good at kissing, the kiss is done only nine minutes and the wife is not able to.

"Do you need artificial breath, baby?" her tanning blinked one eye made Jons pursed her lips.

"I'd better take a shower, you'll be upset for a long time" Jons walked up to the beautiful beach, took off his shoes, his leather jacket and placed them on a medium-sized rock.

Mr. Farhan tailed behind Jons he followed what his wife was doing but he was different. The man took off all his clothes except the boxer who covered his country's assets.

"Hahahaha this is so much fun, thank you my husband for bringing me here" said Jons, smiling sincerely, he ran a little on the beach making his feet wet with small waves.

"Whatever makes you happy I gladly give it, even if it is my life"

"Don't talk like that!! I don't like it" snapped Jons staring intently at Mr. Farhan while the man instead of being angry even chuckled amusedly at the expression of his wife who was so cute in his eyes.

"Oh, gosh is this like a lover's charm after a long time no see. Araku, you made my heart continue to tremble strongly" Master Farhan's inner pressed slowly against his chest as he again felt a slight tightness in his chest.

It seems like the Demon King is back in the days of puberty.

"I love you Ara. Don't ever leave me whatever the situation is" Mr. Farhan pulled Jons' body tightly shut. Somehow he always felt afraid that Aranya would leave him again like that time.

"Don't ever leave me again Ara. I really can't" she exclaimed with a trembling body indicating the man in her arms was crying.

"Hey, Prince! what's wrong with you? why cry hmmm...?" Jons broke the hug cupping both sides of Mr. Farhan's face and looked at him deeply.

"Promise me to stay fine.don't ever disappear again" he said very slowly, from his elbow's eye pellet dripping a clear liquid soaked his cheek. Gently Jons removed it.

"I don't promise, but I'll work on it. Don't mingle gini, don't match the character of a Mafia" the Demon King chuckled softly at the top of his wife's hair.

"You destroyed my romance Ara" said Mr. Farhan but with wide smiling lips.

"Please don't go far Ara!" remember Mr. Farhan with his loud voice.

"Yes my husband is carrying" Jons replied shouting. His hand raised to form the letter O as a sign of okay.

Mr. Farhan prefers to lay his body on the sand with sunlight that can sting the skin. Evidently from the skin of Mr. Farhan who was once white now turned very red.

Mr. Farhan smiled faintly with his eyes closed, feeling peerless happiness. He had promised himself to take good care of his wife and son. So that in the future always together until old age and he will not let the first mistake repeated for the second time.

"I promise to take care of you" murmured Mr. Farhan.

On the other hand Jons who was cool swimming, was about to lower his feet wanted to step on the sand but he could not step on the sand that means his body is in a deep place, even though not too deep. Raising his head to scoop up oxygen and then diving back to go up to the mainland but suddenly his legs felt cramped resulting in him not being able to move forward.

He really felt the difficulty at this moment.

"Prince help me! save me Prince!" yelled Jons but only in the heart. His hands were stretched out upwards but not to the surface as he was currently unable to move his legs at all.

"Prince please! save me!!" he screamed again but only heard it. Gradually he began to lack consciousness, bending his knees like a fetus in the mother's womb. His eyes began to close a little.

"Gee!!" prince shouted as he suddenly flashed a shadow of his drowning wife. Instantly make it straight from the bed. Looking out at the sea and immediately rounding his eyeballs, he did not find his wife.

"Fra! Where are you, baby?" his screams ran towards the beach side.

"Fra! answer me don't scare me like this...!" again there is no sahutan makes him immediately plunge into the sea swimming to find his wife.

"Ara please, don't scare me like this" said Mr. Farhan, still swimming for his wife.

His eyes caught a familiar figure, he then accelerated his swimming pace and...

GREEEP

Pulling the body of his wife who was curled up at the bottom of the sea and took her into his arms. Until they both arrived on the ground.

Mr. Farhan put his wife's body on the sand.

"Ara, wake up Ara! you don't hear me anymore" said Mr. Farhan, patting Jons on the cheek but never waking up. The people were gone because they came in the day and the sun was stinging.

"Mom!" again, but it did not make Jons aware.

Mr. Farhan then pressed Jons' chest repeatedly but unsuccessfully he then took the last path of giving artificial breath.

One, unconscious.

Two, stay the same and the third time.

"Now, uhuk, uhuk". Jons coughed a little and let out water from his mouth.

Mr. Farhan immediately carried his wife's body into his arms, hugging her very tightly.

"You scared me again, why do you like to torture me so much" Mr. Farhan once kissed his wife's hair.

"I'm sorry" only that word came out of Jons' mouth and went back to making him unconscious.

"Ara, hey wake up!" the Demon King was already timid because he felt anxious that he was only wearing his long pants without clothes, he immediately carried his wife and took her into the car.

Riding a car at high speed really he could not control his emotions, just promised to protect his wife but now he reneged on that promise.

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