My wife Slave of Lust

Crucifixion

I immediately drove the car to my second-in-law's residence when I arrived at my city airport. I deliberately parked my vehicle in the parking lot of the place, so it was easier to go home without having to take a taxi again.

However, when I got there, my mom said that since last night Vida had not been staying at their house, but had permission to return to our residence. I who do not want to linger anymore, then say goodbye to overtake my wife.

Various romantic sentences have also been neat in my mind, hoping after meeting him I can tidy it smoothly without crossbars. Hope so.

However, immediately my attention was diverted to a flower shop located at the intersection there. I reduced the speed, and pulled over right in front of the store. I think, my romantic sentences will sound more perfect if complemented by the presence of flower arrangements. I got out of the car and walked over to a pile of pink orchids.

This store is not too big, just because of the many arrangements of flowers with various types and colors, making it more striking than other stores.

"Looks like you need a special bouquet of flowers" one young girl chirped as she watched me stand near her wares. I'm sure she's the owner or maybe the employee at this place.

"Yes, you're right. Can you recommend one of the most beautiful bouquets for my wife?" then door.

"Well, I guess it's only for a lover, but it turns out for a wife." She seemed to sneer as if she could not accept that I was no longer a virgin. "Wait a minute, sir." She smiled sweetly, then moved in for a while.

I could only shake slowly in response to her behavior. His gratitude was that he did not realize who was standing in front of him earlier. If not, then I will see even more complex drama.

Maulana IBra!

Who does not know that figure. Especially for young people, especially women.

"Sir, I think this is a figure for your wife." He offered a bouquet of flowers that were not too big but not too small. The size is very fitting and I don't think excessive. Moreover, the color of the flowers that seem soft, very suitable if I give it to Vida. I'm sure he'll like it.

I took the flower out of the woman's hand, paid for it, and it passed. "Sir, the change," she screeched when my body was perfectly in the car. I lowered my car glass, after removing the sunglasses that had been perched on my nose.

"For you, you deserve it because you chose the best flowers for my heart" I said, then smiled faintly at her.

"Ibra ...!"

I can still catch the sound waves coming out of his pair of lips, even if it's just that small volume. I closed the windshield, then left the place, before the girl screamed hysterically and invited the crowd there.

...💔...

I hit the doorbell with a gray chest condition. A little anxious at the same time gerogi because he will meet with Vida. I hope this surprise plan makes my wife happy.

However, after three presses of the round object attached to the top right corner of the door, there was still no movement from the inside.

Is he leaving? My mind checked the analog clock on my wrist.

Not likely. Usually this afternoon he was taking a shower. Maybe I should just wait, I said again in my heart. I just realized that I forgot to bring a spare key, so I can't just play in.

While waiting in a chair on the porch of the house, I heard the sound of singing from someone who came from the side. I got up from the argument, and walked slowly closer to the source of the sound.

"Darling ...!" pekikku while looking up, when he saw my wife was arranging clothes clothesline on the second floor terrace, while kicking ria.

He who may have been surprised by my voice, was surprised and removed the cloth he had held, until it flew and landed right in my face.

You know what that cloth is?

That's right, a soft triangular fabric with lace brucat around it.