Not the Hope Husband

Suspicions

The middle-aged lung man only fell silent with a sharp look as if he wanted to unsheatheir heart Viona. Then the middle-aged man left without saying goodbye or anything.

Viona let out a long breath. She was accompanied by a cynical smile and then turned to the hotel manager. "I'll go first."

"Good, Miss. Please!" master Li nodded his head looking at Viona's back.

Fatir is busy with his job. And today's menu is still the same but make a banana cheese mouth wash.

Fatir was accompanied by Wulan as his personal assistant. Makes Wulan feel noticed by Fatir because of his closeness.

"I ordered one serving of chicken noodles. Just tell the maker. Make me know my size." Pinta Viona after sitting on the chair.

"Soaring or being?"

''Just say the same Fatir. He knows my taste," continued Viona.

"Good, Miss." The waiter nodded and twisted his body taking Viona's order.

Viona daydreams at blank stares occasionally massaging her temples. The head feels heavy.

Not long after the order of chicken noodles Viona has come with fruit juice. Served at the table right in front of Viona.

"Still," muttered Viona without seeing who was presenting.

"Good fun, baby!"

Viona looked up. "You, Mas." Replied with a nod by Fatir. "You're his job in the kitchen, not the field."

"Why is hem?" Fatur sat in front of Viona while showing her smile.

"Ndak, did Sasak finish cooking?" Viona stared at Fatir while blowing smoke from the still steaming noodles.

"It has. Wh why? looks tired, is there a problem?" tanya Fatir who saw the face of the wife looked tired.

"You, too, sensitive?" Viona mesem put a spoonful of noodles in her mouth. Then he took a tissue to rub his lips. "There was a young man's father last night, asking me to retract the report on the authorities."

"You, unplug?" inquiry Fatir.

"Sir, but he must have freed his son with money. After all he was a famous person in this area and he was a business rival of Oma a long time ago." Reply Viona while enjoying her meal.

"Continue, how?" Fatir.

"Information I got. They've been released on what bail?" viona replied as she sipped her drink.

"Do they think they'll harm you?" tanya Fatir is getting upset. Worried that they'd be bothering Viona especially.

"Just calm. It won't be too rich." Viona sipped her juse.

"Thank God." Then Fatir moved from his seat. To get back to work.

Viona stared at the passing of Fatir leaving her. "Why is my head so heavy?" then drag his steps into the office.

Fatir is in a hotel room. Along with the wife who was cleaning the rest of her make up.

Viona looked at herself from the mirror reflection. And also the reflection of the picture of the husband who was cool with the television spectacle, a glimpse of his lips reviewing a smile. Then he took his steps near Fatir.

"Dear." He held his hands around Fatir's neck.

''Why ''Why?" sahut Fatir turned his eyes to his wife.

"Eater eats your homemade fruit soup" Viona said as she rubbed Fatir's jaws affectionately.

"Emang here is the material?" fatir asked his forehead.

"So, I don't know what it is!" Viona.

"Yes .. fruits." Fatir's hand clasped Viona's slender waist.

"So, all I know is eat." Viona looked at her spoiled husband the longer she felt more affectionate. Not willing if Fatir is close to other women.

"Tumbens. Wear pajamas.not clothes less material anymore?" fatir said astonished and diverted the conversation.

"Shirt, less material? but like it, right? I love seeing me wear something like that! Viona clamped Fatir's cheek.

I love it, in the room. But if you don't like it outside, people will see it. Just lose me." Typal Fatir is back.

"Why feel lost? I don't understand!" Viona curious.

"Rugilah′s. The wife's body is only the right of her husband to see ********, no one else," continued Fatir while stroking Viona's back.

"Em, in the village. Selling ndak?" viona looked at the husband's face.

"Deed, Adam Chicken Noodle. Deni Banana+singkong krispi, Sidar fruit soup."

"Why not just open a wide outlet, keep all combined into one. Or in that split?" viona said in the same position sitting on Fatir's lap.

"It's like, like that. But I need time and let my efforts crawl from the start. Until it finds its peak."

"I help you? looking for a strategic, spacious place and of course a comfortable place to all hang out-"

"Darling ... let me help you? anyways I just tell people, I'm not the one who bothers." Viona kekeh.

"No need, I have a picture of the location. Just wait for the time and the windfall, anyways I need a mature mind as well. Do not get after moving even quiet, it is not funny," said Fatir back occasionally his eyes watch television shows.

"Hem .." snorted Viona and then kissed Fatir's cheeks right and left.

"Section. The former remodel wheel alone I can't return it to you. Because yesterday the money I used to buy wheels for fruit soup. Hopefully I can return it soon."

Spontaneous Viona's head shook. "Don't, I don't have to give it back I'm sincere."

"But it's a loan to be paid." Fatir stared fixedly.

"Ndak, no. I'm giving you. Oya the one who has ruined it all, the one who envies you. Maybe they feel rivaled do you want to know? who's the man."

"Sir, I don't want to know, later I will have a grudge against him and I can't have such an ugly heart let it be. I don't know anything" Fatir said, bringing his face closer to his adorable wife's face.

Viona did not think that this husband did not care and did not want to know who had damaged his wheels at that time to avoid resentment in his heart.

Fatir's lips finally landed on the springy and blushing runway. Yes I***** and m******soft. Sipping its matchless sweetness. Fatir's hand touching her nape locked Viona's head from moving.

Viona closed her eyes when she got the one Fatir gave her at the moment. The goosebumps spread all over his body, the trembling heated up the blood flow more profusely from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

Fatir continued his actions freely. Being outside the city is increasingly used as a delayed honeymoon event. During this time Viona was busy with the company Omanya with the nickname of a young CEO who suddenly had to hold all his own.

Viona has a honeymoon abroad. But because his busy life makes time, the company and its branches need the hands of a Viona in exchange for his omens. The mother is only able to manage in ordinary terms, the father is not given any trust at all by the Oma other than himself

Both breaths are hunting. And Fatir did not release his lips at all. So Viona was hard-earned to breathe.

Viona flailed her hand to Fatir's chest so stuffy and hard to breathe. In the end Fatir releases Viona. Let him breathe a lot of oxygen.

Then Fatir attacked again without pause and further flapped his wings. Fly everywhere enjoying the beautiful nature, towering hills. The lush forest that is always maintained makes the climber feel at home. Always again and again want to enjoy the beauty.

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In Viona's mansion which is inhabited by the Viona family. Oma Yani was sitting back and reading a magazine, her eyes turning away from Rusadi's arrival.

"Where are you from? the more you get here the less you're at home." Oma Yani.

"There's business outside, ma'am" he replied as he passed by.

Making Oma Yani monologue herself. "What business? the job! it's impossible."

Asri who was in his room immediately turned to the door when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. The husband appeared whose appearance looked crumpled and messy.

"Where are you from? how come home from work this hour, instead of coming home from the afternoon." Greet the wife.

"Slow," he said, throwing his ass on the couch.

"Veasy? iwhat? no feeling of overtime today!" staring wonder.

Don't ask too many questions. Just get some warm water 'cause I'm gonna take a shower." His hands opened his suit and shirt.

Asri immediately went to the bathroom. To prepare the one her husband asked, inwardly wondered and began to be suspicious of her husband. But his suspicions were kept in his heart first.

Some time later. Asri reappears with a towel in hand. "It's the towel!" then take a Rusadi shirt that smells of female perfume.

"You what is this? smells like women's perfume, how does it smell?" Looking at the husband.

"Ah, So wife don't take it." Timpal Rusadi swung his steps into the bathroom.

The deg!

"I'm your wife, it's only natural that I ask! maybe you're not overtime! Because there is no overtime schedule," he said.

Rusadi turned his body around to approach his wife. "So you suspect me ha?" hardik Rusadi the wife.

"God! you think I don't know your behavior out there huh? said overtime. Though ...."

"What circumstances? whahuh? indiscriminate talk. Can I tear my mouth?" rusadi. Made Ms. Asri shrivel in fear.

But Asri was silent does not mean really afraid. But he did not want this noise to be heard by the mother. Unknowingly a clear melt of water flowed down his cheeks.

"One more time by the way, I'm divorcing you!" while continuing his intention to take a shower. Ms. Asri was in shock.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The door leaf on the knock from the outside. But not sertamerta Bu Asri open it ....

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