My Perfect Husband's

CHAPTER 74 Dramatic

The luxurious black car stopped at the courtyard of the house and the Young Master got down from the car with a strong radiating cold aura. His long legs stepped into the house, his face look so scary.

"Make sure the young master doesn't do anything rude!" ryan said to Mr. Hen who was confused to see Afif's angry expression.

"What's the matter exactly?"

"You don't need to know, but just make sure to take Miss Naynay upstairs and don't let the young master be rude!" ryan said before he got back in the car and left.

Mr. Hen understood, Afif and Naynay must be in trouble right now. The young lady along with Qiara and Silla still did not return home. Naynay tells Afif earlier that the three of them went to Hendrayan's house first to escort Araa. The baby will be taken by Yasmin to her high school reunion tomorrow.

Shortly after, the three men finally returned home. Hen, who was still there to wait for them, opened the door for Naynay.

"Sister Afif has come home, Mr Hen?" naynay asked after getting out of the car.

"Just now, Miss."

Naynay frowned hearing Afif had just returned home. It's past dinner and he just got home? Naynay and his two sisters-in-law had dinner at Hendrayan's house earlier, of course, had received permission from Afif.

"Come, Young Miss." Mr. Hen moved his hand as a code for Naynay to walk first.

Naynay immediately entered and climbed the stairs to the room. He opened the door and saw only Afif's clothes scattered on the bed, while the man was invisible.

Mr. Hen himself remained standing in front of the room even though the door was closed after Naynay entered.

Naynay took Afif's clothes scattered on the bed to the dressing room and put them in a dirty basket there. He could clearly hear the sound of water gurgling before entering the dressing room earlier. Before going out, Naynay did not forget to prepare pajamas for her husband who was bathing.

Naynay sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Afif to finish his bath. But just as he was sitting, he heard the sound of a door slamming from inside the bathroom. Naynay felt something was wrong and walked towards the bathroom. The door was opened but Afif was not there. Naynay decided to take a shower first because it was already uncomfortable.

After taking a bath and wrapping a towel around her body, Naynay opened the door to the dressing room and was surprised to see Afif standing right in front of her still with a towel. Afif's face looks like the beginning of marriage first, flat and a little creepy.

"Geez!" naynay screeched as her eyes saw Afif's hand hurt and bleeding.

Naynay immediately pulled Afif's hand out of the room and frantically searched for a P3K box. Once she was able to, she approached Afif who was sitting on the bedside and immediately treated her husband's hand.

"Why sampe gini? What was that brother?" naynay asked worriedly as he bandaged Afif's hand which he had treated. Afif looks like he just hit something hard so his hand can be like this.

Afif was silent, but his gaze remained on Naynay. His gaze was fickle, there was love, anger, and disappointment there as well.

"Big brother why?" ask Naynay again after putting the P3K box on the nightstand.

"You're worried about me?" asked Afif coldly made Naynay feel that something was wrong. Because the reason is because he asked for permission to go to Hendrayan's house this afternoon Afif also impressed cold and indifferent.

"Sister is Nay's husband, how is Nay not worried?" reply Naynay logically by referring to Afif's status as her husband.

Afif's bandaged hand was raised and held Naynay's nape. He brought his face close until his nose came into contact with Naynay's nose.

"Then do you love me?" ask Afif while pulling Naynay's nape until their lips meet. He asked but instead silenced Naynay's lips with a gentle kiss.

Naynay's heart was pounding so fast when he heard Afif's question. Coupled with the kiss made her breath seem to stop.

"Java!" afif said coldly after taking off his kiss.

Naynay was silent, unwilling to answer Afif's question. He let Afif hold her tightly.

"You don't want to answer?" ask Afif again while pulling the winding towel Naynay who was in his arms.

Afif lifted Naynay's body and laid him in the middle of the bed, but before that he had thrown Naynay's towel on the floor and covered half of his body which was above Naynay with a blanket.

"Sister..." Naynay was already panicking and trying to get out of Afif's confinement, but it was useless if his strength was not comparable.

"Nay, I'm your husband, right?" Afif rubbed the sweaty Naynay temple. Naynay replied with a small nod despite being struck by fear.

"You believe me, don't you?" ask Afif again by peeping Naynay's lips at a glance. But this time Naynay did not answer.

"Let me be the father of the child you now bear, forget your fears. Don't think of anything other than you being my wife and always will."

After that Afif kissed Naynay's lips gently while opening Naynay's legs slowly. Afif began to position his body between Naynay's thighs.

"You're my wife and I'm your husband, don't think about anything else!" whispered Afif before kissing Naynay back and preparing to enter Naynay.

Naynay closed his eyes as Afif said that, he tried to throw away the bad thoughts that were dancing around in his brain. Until the moment he felt something trying to get into his lower area, Naynay gasped in shock.

Sounding from the whimpering of Naynay's lips that Afif kissed, Naynay gripped the bedsheet so tightly that it tangled. The bottom felt tight due to the unification.

Afif took off his kiss after their sensitive parts fused perfectly. He moved Naynay's hand which gripped the bed sheet onto his back.

"You can scratch me" whispered Afif and kissed Naynay's forehead fondly.

Afif began to move his hips slowly while wiping away Naynay's suddenly flowing tears. Many times he whispered everything was fine to Naynay.

Finding Naynay calm, Afif spurred his body a little faster. Naynay's moans and sighs made his lust increase. But Afif refrained from playing rough, considering that Naynay was pregnant. She didn't want her son in there for nothing.

"I love you." Repeatedly Afif said that on the sidelines of his sigh. He kissed Naynay's lips and chest as he pleased. Naynay's cheeks got an angry bite from her.

The sighs of the two filled the silence of the soundproofed room. Naynay's fingernails, which print a red painting and feel sore on his back, make Afif smile.

Their sweaty skin rubbed against each other under the blanket. Naynay's eyes closed feeling the sensation brought about by their union. Afif's gentle treatment made him unable to hold back the curse sounds that just slid from his lips.

Until after reaching its peak, Afif kissed Naynay's long forehead who had fallen asleep because of fatigue. He unites them and drops his body next to Naynay. Afif carried Naynay's body into his arms and pulled a blanket to cover their innocent bodies.

Afif smiled broadly as he stroked Naynay's stomach under the blanket, then kissed all parts of Naynay's face. His heart was so happy that Naynay was finally free from the trauma that ensnared him for several months.

"Remove your thoughts of parting with me, you'll still be my wife."

Afif was so angry when he heard a recording of Naynay's conversation with Qiara and Silla at the restaurant earlier this afternoon sent by his man. He did not expect that Naynay was determined to separate from him. But in spite of all that, Afif also felt happy when he found out Naynay also loved him.

Afif hugged Naynay tighter. "I really love you, Hanaya."

To admit that the child Naynay conceived was his son, Afif decided to delay saying it. Impressed cowardly indeed, but have thought about it carefully.

Mr. Hen who was still standing at the door of the room finally decided to leave because he did not hear the sound of objects breaking from inside. It's about midnight and he needs a break after working so hard today.

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I'm not talented to make a Hot scene, so please do...

Tomorrow is a feast day... Happy Eid Al-Fitr for those who celebrate. I'm sorry if there are words that hurt my heart in my works... Sorry born and inner 🖤