Mysweet Savage Boss's

Wind In

Time to wrestle with love. After the desire was delayed a few days, finally tonight Arkan can again shed his longing for the sweetness of his favorite wife's body.

Starting with a small game, grabbing each other's lips, exchanging saliva, shiny tongue with the movement of the hands that explore ignite the increasingly driven lust.

Incredible strike Arkan chasing with a spoiled sigh when the owner of the body that ranum it tickled the tongue of the basketball athlete. Yura became powerless with an intense attack that now spread to her sensitive area. Wild fondling on the chest and other games in the most core area. Arkan's hand seemed comfortable silent at one of his wife's most vital points. Especially at this time Yura wanted to be dominant and sit on Arkan's strapping body lying on the bed.

"Enough!" yura sighed, she couldn't stand it, Arkan was too exploiting her passion tonight. Although it has been weeks, but the beauty is still comparable to the beauty of the first night.

"Okay, let's finish it!" The raucous, low Arkan sound adds to the eroticism of the night, everything sounds blue, everything looks blue.

Arkan could not bear to see Yura so exhausted, he took over this last part, he let Yura resignedly stay silent, let him finish his last segment.

"It's going to be quick, we're going out together yeah," Arkan chirped with his missionary style.

"Let's hope this one works!" sahut Yura, they reciprocated at the end of their claws.

"I love you!" one word of love was thrown out amidst Han yura's spoiled sigh.

"Love you more!" reply Arkan who is still trying to make sure the mass has entered comfortably, just prepare the rest of the energy to pump all the cells of the offspring burst into the womb of the owner of the heart.

***

Aaaah, Yura squeezes the stomach. Nausea is very disturbing but there is no urge to immediately vomit. His nausea toyed around in his stomach to his chest.

"Not really nauseous? Dizziness again!" he complained, then he pulled over to the sofa. He kept his mop and he left his job for a moment. The dizziness and nausea working together made him really limp this afternoon.

Darling Arkan is not home, so there is no one he can complain to. The bad taste is getting stronger and stronger.

"What's the wind? Not good enough for a canoe!" he murmured and then he rubbed his stomach. It feels almost like when he felt the symptoms of colds.

Until the afternoon ....

Yura still enjoyed the pain. He was so limp that to just take his phone in the room was really powerless, lazy to hit. The unfinished housework is simply abandoned.

And today there was a follow-up match. Before the match Arkan wanted to make sure his wife watched again in the front stands, but until the 3rd call, Yura still did not answer him, Arkan was astonished and even became a little anxious.

'Where are you?' arkan murmured anxiously, but he had to get rid of his anxiety immediately because now he had to focus on the match. Arkan just did not know that his wife was experiencing symptoms of extreme cold until lying limp on the sofa since noon.

"It was late afternoon .. huh, I guess I can't watch the Sunrise game this afternoon! Geez, why is the nausea getting so great!" he complained again, even to just get up from a lying position just felt so heavy.

In fact, Alika was also quite overwhelmed today. Zahran's lucky to be on holiday and he's helping out. Zahran always dedicates his holiday to stand by helping Yura, in addition to wanting to repay Yura's kindness in the past, Zahran is also stealing the opportunity to always be close to Alika. He had already started to wash with Han Yura's best friend.

"Yura where are you? Was it hard to contact this afternoon?" alika said she still tried to contact Yura but still had no answer.

"He knows the situation and the situation!" sahut Zahran's.

"meaning?"

"She deliberately left us both so that our chemistry gets closer to it, more clingy!"

"Heh, nag! This is the problem he hasn't picked up my phone since noon lhoo! Afraid there's nothing!" worry Alika.

"Maybe he's busy, maybe he's on stand-by at the gym to watch Arkan play! Maybe the atmosphere of the gor was rame eating him he did not have time to pick up the phone!"

"Heum, maybe! But we've got a lot of orders and our stock is up! But, I hope he goes to the store tomorrow!"

"Now let us be ladies and gentlemen in this shop! Aren't you?"

"The more days you get flirtatious?" cibir Alika's.

"Who can come near a girl as beautiful as you, Alika!" Zahran Goda.

"Iiiiidiiih, not really! Classic of seduction!"

"The shadow of death, will you?"

"Heh, don't! Not bad!" Alika melengos, because of the soy sauce, the degree of her originality increased and Zahran responded with an amused laugh. No matter how Alika behaves, she does not care, she is already in love with Alika.

'Han Yura! Meeting you gave birth to a lot of new happiness for me! Lo is a good man! You're like the angel God sent for my life! Make Chiyo, and now .. I found another angel instead! Thanks Han Yura, I always wish you the best!' inner Zahran. His hope was so flowing and sincere. He had already felt for himself the kindness of a Yura.

"Myyaaang!" call Zahran.

"Don't call me darling!" sambar Alika from the kitchen behind the store, Zahran even more amused smile, he is a hobby once teasing Alika.

Return to Yura ....

As a result he can only enjoy the Arkan game through the glass screen only. He also still felt his dizziness and nausea. It's a pity that he can't participate in euphoria in the sports building even though this afternoon Arkan played so amazing as usual.

"You're so great, brother, proud to be your wife! But I'm sorry I couldn't make it this afternoon, I'm really not feeling well!" he muttered while his eyes could not be separated wherever the camera glared at Arkan.

And one person who never misses watching a game live in the stands is Alana. No matter if his leg is still slightly injured after the accident a few weeks ago, he always takes time between his busy schedule to take care of his buttons.

Alana was never tired. He is still trying and hoping Arkan will turn back to him. But it feels very unlikely, considering that Arkan already loves Yura so much, and vice versa. They promised to trust each other.

His eyes are always focused on one object. It wasn't the ball that Alana noticed. Throughout the game only Arkan he noticed, no matter Arkan was sitting on the bench, but Alana did not care about the match, he only cared about Arkan.

And Arkan, even though this afternoon he played prime and total but his mind is still on Yura who today has been out of contact since noon. Arkan was so anxious, when he sat on the bench, Arkan had the opportunity to think about it because when he was on the pitch, he tried to stay professional and just focus on the game.

Every now and then Arkan turned to the spectator bench, he combed from end to end and he still could not find his wife. When he turned his head, even other supporters who are hysterical and consider the view of Arkan is similar greeting even though in reality Arkan is looking for his favorite.

'Where the hell are you going? Are you in stores and stores so busy that you don't have time to pick up the phone from your husband?' inner Arkan was full of anxiety.

And the two julid who sneered at Yura as someone who was shy today were again present in the stands. They still remember how Yura suddenly got into Arkan's car a few days ago.

"So right, the girl who was sitting next to us was Arkana's wife?" ask the other one.

"It could have been, you see, that time, almost all through the game Arkan always glanced at us. Damnit damnit! We think he said hello to his fans, it turns out he did glance and steal a look at his wife!" sahut the other.

"Yes! Huh, lucky that girl!"

"Yes, but this afternoon he didn't come! Well, look at the Arkana gesture ... from now on he always combed the audience stands! Did he go back to his wife until she didn't come to watch this afternoon?"

"Heum, not because of the rumors with Keyla, that's why they're rampant!"

"Oh yes, it could be! Duh, it's really complicated if it's the same thing as the artist, so be airy right?"

"Heum, I think Arkan is a loyal man! It turns out that being tempted is also finally the same charm of Keyla!"

"But I don't think his wife is any less beautiful!"

"Well, don't expect that someone as cold as him is cheating!"

The two even gossiped, and the person they were gossiping about was actually lying limp, still lying limp in the same place since this afternoon. Still pretty heavy stepping in from there. And until the match was over, Yura remained there. Do not prepare dinner for Arkan later, to take drinking water for yourself also feels very heavy.

"Geez, what's this? Even though last night was still fine," he murmured while trying to get up, but his vision was blurred and his head felt spinning violently.

And after the match ....

Arkan quickly tidied up his backpack. He wanted to immediately look for Yura. He now believes that his wife is not okay.

"What's up, Bro? Hurrying too?" asked Rado who was astonished by Arkan who looked hasty.

"Gue got business, I'm first yeah!" berampit Arkan on Rado and on all his colleagues who are still in the locker room. Arkan wasted no more time, he got in his car and drove into his wife's shop. Arkan looks for Yura there first. He hoped Yura was busy today so that she would not have time to reply to the message and call back to him. That's what Arkan expected.

'May it be true that today he is just busy, may nothing bad happen! Lord, please protect him!' inner Arkan was hopeful along his journey to the store.

As a result, Arkan instead finds Alika and Zahran who have just closed and locked the store. They were even ready to go home on Zahran motorcycles.

"Lhoo, isn't Arkan the same as Yura?" alika asked astonished as Arkan got out of his car alone. Arkan is not feeling well.

"So he's not here?" ask Arkan.

"This day Yura is not here anyway, in fact there is no news and very difficult to contact! Duh, Yura where are you, just worry!" alika.

"Have you gone home?" ask Zahran, no less anxious.

"Not yet, I haven't been able to go home! Yes, I'm home! Maybe he's home!" Arkan didn't wait long, he got back in his car and drove home.

Alika and Zahran were astonished and even more anxious. Yura who only wanted to fall on the sofa all day until forgetting the location of her phone was already making everyone anxious.

"Duh Yuraa, where are you anyway?" alika muttered full of worries.

"May he be home!" please Zahran.

"Yes, I hope he's home. Busy clean-up until ketapean and overslept! I hope that's it!" please Alika.

"Hopefully, yes, the helmet!" Zahran thrust his helmet at Alika who was actually still feeling anxious.

"Room dong! Romantic cake bit!" Alika sulks making Zahran even more anxious.

"Heum, I don't want to, even now ask to be treated romantically, really yes .. women are never wrong!"

"What's? Want to protest, huh?"

"Yes yes, queen!" Click, Zahran put his helmet on Alika's head properly and correctly.

Thus, Alika is spoiled, hate but longing, anxious because of love and affection. But Zahran likes it all, he likes everything about Alika.

Arkan got home quickly. His anxiety prompted him to drive the vehicle at maximum speed. Arkan opened the gate and put his car inside the gate.

His feelings were uncertain when he saw the curtains in his house had not been neatly closed. Even Arkan gets scared when the door of the house is unlocked.

"Yuraa .. lisaang!" call him, much to his astonishment, even the still-lit television made Arkan so skeptical.

"I'm here, brother!" yura said limply, Arkan immediately approached the source of the voice and found his wife lying limp on the sofa.

"Why you?" arkan swiftly approached, sat down nearby and placed his palm on Yura's forehead, Yura only smiled with her pale face, and now Arkan knew why Yura had not told him since.