My wife Slave of Lust

Moving House

I was happy when I found out my wife loved the house. Although not as big as his palace kings in the past, but the two-story house I bought with my own sweat. Thanks to the savings that I had saved for many years specifically for him.

Almost two years after completing my education, I look forward to a historic moment that will not be forgotten. Marry Vida to be always halal if I touch her. Not just that, but more to have him completely without any more obstructions that block.

I may be the type of man who is not good at communicating. Not intentionally, but this is how I am. Too shy and quiet, which every expression I could only feel. It's hard for me to express anything, whatever's stuck in my throat, so it's hard for me to say even small things.

I'm more likely to say something important. There's no talk show in my dictionary. Everything is flat like the floor of a house. It would be enough for me if I loved her by fulfilling all her needs, and giving up everything I had, without having to say much. However, not all women can be loved in this way, including Vida.

Why can I say that? I'll tell you later.

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After getting permission from both parents, we immediately occupied our own house. Vida seemed very enthusiastic, when the moment of transferring personal items to this new house. For some reason, every time he saw her smile so full, it felt like my world was being sprinkled with the colorful petals of orchids. So soothing.

Today, I purposely vacated the schedule in order to spend time with her. Even though my cut is over, there's no way I'll leave it alone. As long as I'm a duck, still, in this kind of business I have to get involved.

"Honey, where can I put all this?" He asked while holding some papers, which I believe are important documents related to his work.

"Let me, then" I said, and was taken in graceful obedience from him. In any case my wife is so graceful. To the point that just nodding can make me float up to the ceiling.

After packing this and that, we decided to cook together. Go down the stairs and go to the mini kitchen that has been uniquely designed so that he feels at home when struggling in it.

I am the kind of guy who loves home cooking. For me as simple as anything, the home menu always feels more delicious when compared to the work of a famous chef. Incidentally, to my knowledge, Vida is a hobby of cooking, so it is very suitable for me who is used to eating mother's cooking since childhood.

"A lot, what good to cook, huh?" he murmured himself when he saw the stock of vegetables and side dishes that were so rich in the refrigerator.

I deliberately shopped all this first, so that he would not be confused again when going to action in this kitchen.

After hearing a cute chirp from her, I approached and placed my body right on her back. Not until it is perfectly attached, but quite said to be close in the view of people from a distance. "Any cook, if you're the chef, I'll eat something, yang."

He probably smiled faintly after hearing a word that I thought was a mutter. Although it may not be romantic-romantic very, but for me to say it is not something that is very easy.

Please do not blaspheme my shortcomings, because this is how it is, since the first second born into a world full of deceit and the best charade.