My wife Slave of Lust

Out of Town

The four wheels of the car had already stepped on the courtyard of my second-in-law residence. I went out to take Vida in and say goodbye to the two elders. However, what seemed strange was that my incomparably beautiful wife was still unmoved in her chair.

"What's wrong?" I asked after opening the door next to her and bowing my body slightly in order to reach her face.

Without answering my question, he looked up, and looked at my face. Then, slowly approach and kiss my lips gently. I who felt that I had a sudden attack, of course, was a bit clumsy in welcoming his behavior. But I am still trying to keep up with it.

Vida's kiss grew increasingly violent, as if something was about to be released from her. However, it is impossible for me to comply with his will under these conditions. Moreover, we were in the yard of his parents' house.

After a while, I pulled my face from him and kissed the tip of his head. "When you see me, I'm not good." He immediately showed a scowl after hearing my words. I know, he's disappointed, but what can be said.

After taking him out of the car, I saw that the two old men were already standing at the door. Since when were they there? My mind is starting to feel bad.

Vida came straight ahead of me and kissed the backs of her parents' hands. Followed by me behind him.

"Ma, Pa, I picked Vida, yeah. You see, I was worried about leaving him alone at home" said I who was still standing firmly on the porch.

"Yes, Ibra. You take it easy, Vida must be fine here. Have a good concert, yeah, son." Mama patted my shoulder. Papa smiled without saying a word.

After saying goodbye to them, I immediately gasped towards the airport, because all my friends were waiting there.

...💔...

"Ibra ...!" scream a woman whose voice is so familiar in the sense of hearing. Not only me, all my friends, including the Chess brother also shifted their eyes to the woman.

In a dress that is quite fashionable but still loose, Ranti approached us who had just arrived in the destination city. Journalists and other media crews were seen crowding at the arrival-door ready to snap and interview.

"I don't think we can meet here" he said, holding a small suitcase in hand. I can tell you he just landed, too.

"You work in this town?" I asked who had kept that question in my mind. He nodded gently and smiled sweetly.

"I'm Ranti, Brother. His classmate Ibra when in High School," he explained that he could read where the mind of Catur. My brother-in-law was then a mangosteen, maybe he could remember where he had seen the woman.

"Outside there are many who queue, are you guys looking to be mobbed or vice versa?" ranti asked, as if to provide a way out so that we do not have to spend time with the media.

Me and my friends exchanged glances, then nodded. It was as if the sign language was asking Ranti to help us escape the crowd of newshunters.

"Follow me!"

He then led us to a shortcut out of the airport. More precisely through the emergency exit located in the left corner of the room. Of course, after passing the checking process on our luggage.

"Thank you, yeah, Ran. If there's time, come to our solo concert, tomorrow night." I tried to make small talk. But I didn't really expect it to come.

"I've been buying tickets all day long, Ibra." Flashing a piece of paper next to his cheek, he replied with a big smile.

I could only smile while scratching my nape which was not itchy at all. "All right, we go first. Someone's picked you up, right?"

"My car's parked here, really." Hold a key and lift it so that it is parallel to the face. "Yes, be careful. See you tomorrow night. Success yes, for your concert," he said, after it passed.

"Your ex-boyfriend, Ib?"

"Ah, at most the scuffles that are not to be courted."

"Seeing from the girly, he cidaha tu ama si Ibra."

Various jokes were thrown by my friends. I could only shake my head while smiling crisply. Mutual exchange of views with the brother Chess, who is also no less astonished by their behavior.