My wife's been misguided

is he drowning?

The shooting was exhausting. Pretending to be happy is tiring.even a smile makes sore cheeks.

I finally got the chance to go back to my room. The reason the newlyweds need a break, later tonight there is still a big party. No lie, later tonight there is a wedding reception entitled fireworks he public pool area.

Nesya immediately threw herself into the bed as soon as she arrived at the room. Maybe for him it's some kind of welcome back to the room ritual.

I took off the white jasko and hung it in the closet with the matching colored peci. Everything since this morning bombarded my head until the brain kept yawning through the ear hole.

"Savior, yes," said Nesya without changing the position of the back on the bed, "Now you have the same strength as the father in the GMS."

"RUPS?"

Nesya sat down and went to the dresser. "Public meeting of shareholders," he answered while removing one by one the needles attached to his veil.

He was still wearing clothes designed by Lindar. Although not officially wearing a hijab in her daily life, but the matre girl insisted on using a robe and veil for marriage contracts. Now, the two pieces of clothing his work was worn by Nesya. My bride.

When going to remove the Tiara attached to the crown, the fingers lentiknya difficulty finding a safety pin on the tip of the thin metal. I canceled unzipped trousers and switched to help Nesya take off her pearl.

One safety pin I managed to release. "when is the GMS?" I mean, I'm more than dumb.

Nesya stared from the reflection of the mirror before her. "Front month." Her voice was soft and sweet like an ice cream.

Very quick. This marriage is not going to be easy.

"I don't need your father's money." The last pin was released.

"I don't need your money either."

Pearls and safety pins I put on the dresser.

"My income is more than enough if I want to live well in Indonesia." I challenged his eyes in the mirror. "Don't worry. I'll be back with you again." Mungkasku.

I went back to the front of the closet to take off my trousers and replace them with shorts. Everything today is already quite stifling, it's time to change loose clothes that are a relief.

He continued removing the veil. Suddenly his hand stopped. "Spa dad want to be you President?" He asked while looking at me completely.

"Huh?" I swear I was shocked at all just like a electrocuted person.

"GMS next month he said will discuss the departure of the father. Mr. Reno same Mr. Bima has started the lobby-lobby I made a sound. I think they want to go forward Mr. Reno as President." Nesya's eyes flashed as she explained this.

It seems that Surya was wrong for underestimating his daughter for business.

"Keep, do you agree with them?"

Nesya put her shoulders down. "I'm lazy to take care of the company" he said, continuing to pull out the last needle in his hood.

Then suddenly she hit the dresser with all four fingertips. "i know it!" it's between glee and annoyance, "damned!"

"Why?"

"Father wants to target two targets with this marriage.crucify my relationship with Niko. You can be his successor. Fuck up!"

Original, I don't understand. "meaning?"

"Dad has had many different opinions about running the same company, Mr. Reno. It looks like Mr. Reno is taking over the company. Especially now that dad's gossip is seriously ill. If the rumors are true, don't let the company get lost because the main leader is sick." Nesya's eyes flashed like her father's eyes when he managed to guess my steps in the chess game.

"But there is one big question" he said again, "Why should you?" Nesya looked at me more intensely.

I took a deep breath. Nesya looked many times prettier when she spoke smartly like just now.

"I know," I replied casually.

"Know what?" Nesya.

"I know why."

"What?" his eyes twinkle, making nyiumin one by one. Waita! do not start to imagine the yes-yes. meningan escape to the balcony. No love no s*x, the silliest deal of the century.

I immediately ran away not to reply to his question for fear of being tempted for a long time and provoked his words.

The sea breeze hit my face the moment the door opened. The burden of the mind that had been swaying as if flying along somewhere.

Nesya followed me while carrying her white robe. The wind plays a skirt, also strands of hair that have been separated from the bond. His eyes still radiated curiosity. As if twinkling signifies that his brain processor is working hard.

"What's the reason?" he's still chasing.

I'll just shut it down. Do not want to answer, anyways there is no point in also memjawab.

"You ever win chess against your father?" I switched the conversation, not wanting to answer his point.

His eyes instantly faded. He was stunned. "Earlier," he answered slowly barely audibly and slowly turned his body, stepping towards the balcony hall.

There Nesya leaned her stomach. The sea breeze forced her eyelids to narrow. He struggled to challenge the ocean before him. "One time." He said again, remaining silent for a moment. "Continue never to win again" continued in a weaker voice.

There's a sad tone there. A tone that made me hesitate to ask further. But already kepo so still nanya.

"when?" he looked down, hiding a bitter laugh.

"tk time."

"Eh, good! I never give up, not even with my own son."

"Can't be! I've played twice with Surya. play three sets, lose all. time can be lost with the child Kindergarten."

"Don't mind just me. hahaha!" Nesya laughed wickedly. Huh! Snob!

"Mother doesn't want to know that I finally managed to beat Dad." Nesya's eyes glared far up to the horizontal boundary.

"Why?"

"That night, I didn't come home." His voice was blown by the wind. "Tomorrow, mom's just coming home." Nesya's tears suddenly recalled in her eyes, "Home is a corpse," He continued.

Gluey! pantes alone, this victory story evokes deep sadness.

Nesya let out a long sigh, then turned her head while smiling. "Pinter, yes ngalihin talk," he said in a joke.

Thin white clouds layered in the sky boy. My feelings became bad because it had brought Neysa to old memories that might have been painstakingly buried deep.

"Sorry." Saying slowly.

"Well, that's the past." He leaned over, laying his chin on the balcony ledge. "Since then, I've hardly ever talked to you again."

"Why?" Oops, the habit of why, almost every time.

Nesya looked up slightly. Make me feel rich object of research that is being observed.

Nesya gave a small laugh. Not because amused, because that sounds just bitterness. "Daddy's busy. I can't be whittling."

I'm a mangosteen, nahan tongue let's not ask why? Changing the questions might be better.

"Losing a wife keeps Surya busy at work, maybe?" I'm trying to relax. Honestly, I feel so relatable. I did that after mutusin the lindar. Fortunately between me and the lindar has not been until there is a child that needs to be considered.

Neysa laughed again, more bitter than ever. "Dad was busy smoking," he said "I can't wait if dad smokes again. Damn, I don't smoke all the time."

I bengong. Finally understand, why om Surya got lung cancer now.

"That's why you're a smoker now?" my many.

Nesya smiled as she straightened her back. "I'm not that bad, yan" he said casually.

"Superficial?" The distance from where we are until the sea level looks far away.

Froths due to the bow slices on the face of the ocean appear to be chasing, rolling together again with the ocean.

"How deep do you think this sea is?" I wonder why I asked that.

"Well!" Nesya exclaimed to surprise me. "Still trying to tickle, huh?" he thrust his finger in the shape of a gun, stabbing it directly into my waist.

"Hey!" I can't stand being tickled the most. And now he knows my weakness.

Nesya is now stabbing vigorously while I am in a daze to avoid the most beautiful pistol attack in the universe.

"God! whoa!" I held her hand, but she used her mouth instead.

Where else to go? it's in a really corner. What's it, guys? not this sin. But it would tarnish the agreement. I don't want to be called a liar just for breaking my own words. So pay attention again.

"Have you been jumping?" He stopped targeting my stomach and waist with his mouth.

"Bungkee jumping? Haha." I know he likes adventure.

"Dare to jump from here? Not wearing a rope?"

"That's free jumping's name."

"Whateverb. Dare, right?" Nesya's eyes sparkled again. This time it looks very naughty as well as sexy.

"Who's afraid?" He's getting ready to take the balcony.

"Shortly." I hold his hand. This is a very impatient man. "We'll ready the buoys first." I took a phone call to Dr. Ahmad. "Hello, doctor. Please, someone's jumping off deck ten A."

Nesya closed her mouth, holding the clique that urged out. As soon as the phone connection was turned off, he jumped into the sea. His skirt fluttered until it covered his head.

You girls don't think. It will be dangerous to swim in a dress shirt. I jumped when he hadn't touched the sea. Gravity pulls the body fast. It darted out how many meters under the sea.

Salt water feels warm wet skin pores. Time to the surface. Nesya is completely invisible. He should have been here since.

"Nesea!" I started to panic. Was he not swimming? is he drowning?

TBC..

two chapters today..

hope you like it.

but tomorrow no update appointment..🤣🙏