My husband turned out to be the Mafia Boss

My husband turned out to be the Mafia Boss
Chapter 23 Bedroom



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Finished the Wijaya family dinner, including Jons sitting in their living room talking about the wedding to be held at the hotel owned by Mr. Wijaya, not much they invited only a few business colleagues Farhan and the four friends Jons because they did not want his arch-nemesis Carvendal and Straccks cruel to know Mr. Wijaya's son who was very much in demand small but because of the great power possessed by Mr. Wijaya to make the enemies lose track.


"Ma, Pa, if I'm married I want Jons to stop working as my secretary, I want him at home" Farhan opened the conversation staring one by one the faces in the living room.


Jons scrunched his eyebrows


"Why? is Jons' performance any less than good?" ask Mita confused.


"I can't stay at home, I'm used to working from childhood, otherwise I'll get bored" Jons said. This is what Jons fears if married then the time will certainly be limited while he is a free human figure.


"No. Jons' performance was excellent, it's just that I wanted to be at every time I came home from the office there was someone who welcomed me home, took over my briefcase, gave her a warm smile, asking my situation I want every day to be noticed like that" explained Farhan steadily he smiled shadowing if Jons warmly welcomed his return and then gave a brief kiss on the lips ah sosweet. Basic Farhan end-to-end pervert who thought of her.


Farhan's parents, including Jons, were surprised to hear Farhan's words, did he spill his heart out? or want to offend Mr Wijaya and Mrs Wijaya at this time?


"Darling, has Mama been lacking in affection for you?" tanya Bu Mita moved position next to his son then hugged Farhan's body channeling his affection to the child alone puppet. He did not think out, is his son really lacking attention?


"Mama's attention is enough for Farhan, it's just that I want Jons to do that to me" Farhan glanced at Jons' face and smiled devilishly"


"Seeing her gaze makes me want to just look her eyes really upset" whispered Jons inwardly.


"You should get approval from Jons, boy. However, Jons is not used to not be too restrictive" Mr. Wijaya gave advice.


"Yes right what the big boss said, let me be your secretary first, later after that I will follow whatever your wishes" said Jons representing his heart.


"No! jons' Pokonya has to follow whatever I tell you to!" farhan.


"Not just marriage has a lot to arrange, just watch out you are crazy" angry Jons annoyed.


Jons stared intently as if he disagreed


"Boss, ma'am, I want to go upstairs first" Jons said.


"Jons, don't call Boss or Mistress you'll be my daughter-in-law, do you understand!" bu Mita's heavy voice stopped the rare Jons.


Jons turned around then smiled clumsyly and nodded his head in agreement.


"Ma, pa, I go upstairs first" said Farhan quickly.


Farhan entered his room he did not find Jons in his room but at a glance he looked at the bathroom door and heard the sound of water gurgling from inside, a smile rose from Farhan's lips.


"I have a bedmate tonight" murmured Farhan sumringah.


Farhan then changed his clothes using sleeping pajamas he immediately sat down and leaned against the wall of his mattress while staring at the bathroom door.


A moment later there was the sound of the door opening and Jons came out of the bathroom in the style of a pair of thin pajamas given by Bu Mita. Jons was so embarrassed that his pajamas were so thin, moreover having his Boss inside the room was truly embarrassing. Unceasingly Jons grumbled because he was so uncomfortable.


Look at the eyes of that stinker not blinking looking at me like that, is there something wrong? or maybe. mesuuummm!" yell Jons frustrated.


Jons's face was bent with lips that kept blabbing softly.


"When are you going to stand there?" tukas Farhan ketus with a mocking smile makes Jons even more annoyed just to see it.


Jons then with a heavy heart stepped towards the mattress his eyes already felt heavy from earlier, but because of the thin clothes to make himself linger in the bathroom hope the owner of the bedroom eh even still light his eyes.


"Remember not to be a pervert!" hatch Jons with sharp glaring eyes.


"Ih! really geeer you, besides I will not lust. Fast sleep is getting late" replied Farhan then lay back to Jons.


Jons appeared to take a deep breath and then lie down beside Farhan.


"Hopefully he didn't do anything to me, I'm so sleepy I can't stand it" Jons said.


A few minutes later Jons snored slowly apparently Jons was already in dreamland and Farhan who knew it immediately turned to face Jons saw a plain and cute face belonging to Jons.


"Beautiful" Inner Farhan smiled.


"To me so tense like this" Farhan grumbled.


"Alright because it's been strained my sister and it's all your fault Jons, so don't blame me or my sister if I do it to you heehhehe" Farhan giggled himself.


He brought his face closer to Jons's face until Farhan's thin lips touched Jons' lips on his soft surface and was full of fear if the master woke up so he played a bit syantik ala Siti Badriah.


Farhan further deepened his cultivation even his hands did not stay still, his hands had crept on Jons' back to make Jons squirm but did not build him from his syantik sleep.


Farhan grinned, opening the Jons bra in the window of his Jons shirt until two voluptuous twin mountains were displayed.


"That silicone is so pretty, you're mine" Farhan sneered.


Farhan slowly devoured ******* Jons breast and one of his hands gently squeezed the silicone according to Mr. Farhan.


"I swear I'm so tense".


"A little more I play it, Jons sorry well I'm really curious about your silicone so I'm forced to do it anyway my sister also accepts you as it is so it's okay even if you have silicone" muttered Farhan again kissed Jons' lips gently and again squeezed the silicone fruit belonging to Jons, but in fact Jons never did basic plastic surgery indeed Mr. Jelangkung.


"Had ah, it hurts my sister I have to play solo, if playing in the existing Jons field even I got a kick Jons ihh, amit-amit".


And in the end Jons resumed his delayed activities in the bathroom, hahahahha feel tuh Farhan emang yang yang yang basal jelangkung bar. So do not pervert if it is not halal.


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