My wife Little Child

Chapter 97

When he had just entered the house, Dira immediately threw Fahri's hand from his grasp.

Which of course makes Fahri's forehead so wrinkled.

Then without caring about Fahri who was astonished, Dira waltzed away from the presence of Fahri. And into the room.

Dira stood in front of the mirror of her dressing table. Opening her hair.

Soon Fahri caught up with him in the room. Dira pretends not to care. But secretly he saw with the tail of his eyes.

Fahri walked slowly towards Dira who was still standing in front of the mirror. Hugged him from behind.

"Why?" fahri whispered softly right in Dira's ear. The successful one made his neck goosebumps due to his right breath in Dira's ear.

"Detachable. No hugging." said Dira sharply while trying to release himself from the embrace of Fahri.

But instead of being released, Fahri actually further tightened his embrace on Dira's waist.

"What do you want anyway??" upset Dira who finally resigned hugged Fahri.

Fahri didn't budge. Now he's peeping at Dira's neck. Who would not want to make Dira's body vibrate.

"Mas.. stop...!" exclaim Dira.

Fahri stopped his action. He twisted Dira's body slowly so that now they faced each other.

Dira even bent his face while turning his face away. Fahri cupped Dira's cheeks gently and then directed Dira's face to look at him.

"Mas asked again. You why?" still asked softly.

"Just think for yourself," still with a scowl.

Fahri laughed a little. "Chickens are a habit. Make men stress. Men should always guess what's on a girl's mind. Are we psychic?"

"Not because you're the men of insensitive beings!" jutek.

"So...why...?" todong Fahri again, regardless of what Dira said just now.

Dira. "How did it feel that the old handshake was very similar JANDA KEMBANG?" sindir Dira while emphasizing on the word 'Janda Kembang'.

Fahri frowned his brows in astonishment. "What do you mean, darling?"

"Anything plain, what the hell? Obviously, Dira laki Mas really enjoyed shaking hands for a long time with Madam Stella!"

Fahri exhaled loudly. Then hold both shoulders. "I swear by anything, honey. It's just your mind. Even in the mind of Mas Fahri it does not cross the slightest about other women besides you. Especially the same woman that we even just met!"

Dira fell silent.

"Kin...?"

"You're just jealous. Maybe because of congenital pregnancy huh?" Fahri summarizes Dira's face. Then kiss Dira's forehead gently.

"Mas.." said Dira.

"Yes Honey...?" sahut Fahri while removing his hand from the face of the wife.

Dira bit her lower lip with a sad face.

"Emang actually... Mas... Mas Fahri... do not like the same Sister Stella...?" said doubt.

Fahri breathed again.

Dira turned his face away from Fahri. "Sir Stella is beautiful... White.he's sexy... But I saw it myself, right? My body's getting fat..."

Fahri again cupped Dira's cheeks and turned Dira's face back to his face. "You're not fat, honey... Even if your body shape changes... It's because you're bearing the fruit of our love." whispered Fahri gently. Then he put his forehead on Dira's forehead.

"If you get fat later. It will not reduce the love and affection of Mas to you... Trust honey..."

Dira fell silent. Pretty long.

"Do you still doubt your loyalty, dear? Your love for you will never be able to measure,"

"I love you very much, dear..."

"I.. more love with Mas Fahri.." lirih Dira.

"So now I believe the same Mas Fahri...?"

Dira nodded slowly.

Fahri smiled broadly. He pecked Dira's forehead gently again many times.

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