ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 167: INTROSPECTION

Gilang knew kevin from the beginning of opening a company in Bandung. When Kevin has become a noble man. Not much is known about Kevin's past. Because only readers who have read the OB owned by the CEO who really know Kevin how.

Wasn't his office his second home? The place of work at once he made a place of worship as well. Then whether the current Gilang can not stem the desire to initially wipe it, but the case has even sucked fruits that are actually not served directly. But for Gilang they are really interesting for him to play.

Huh ... Just lie if Gita doesn't feel comfortable when Gilang does that to her. As the two of them sat in the corner of the sofa when the position of Gita half collapsed under the body of Gilang whose head was busy left and right greeted the twin mountains belonging to Gita.

"A'a ..." Gita's love between wanting to end but also likes to be treated so.

"Kangen, Neng." Gilang take off his sipnya. Leaving a wet trail on the surface of his wife's breastplate.

"We're in office A' ..." Gita buttoned her shirt. So that the scene does not continue.

"Sorry." Gilang put his hair. Stand away from the Gita. There was a tinge of red blush on his cheek and a sense of warmth in his bloodstream, after he had done that to the woman who had been legally his wife.

Yes, they are legitimate. But it was Gita's young pregnancy that made it taboo. Not to mention where they did it, it really wasn't a decent place for them to do it. Enough perverted Kevin, the author try Gilang not to be in that group.(Wants ha ... Ha ..)

"Go home yuk ..." Gilang had wet his face in the sink of the toilet of his room. Throw away the little bit of desire that suddenly appeared earlier.

"Mirgin ...?" suspicious of Gita, whether what Gilang did earlier will continue or not.

"Kan A'a wants to collect Neng's file." Reply Gilang who already looks normal, not as mupeng earlier.

"Oh." Only those two letters were Gita's voice. And immediately get rid of the perverted thoughts that had perched in his brain earlier.

"Eneng, pay to Siska first yes ..." Gita comes out of the Vice CEO's room which was filled with lewd demons earlier in it.

"G ... Aye." Yeah." Gilang then cleaned up anything he could throw into the secretary field.

"My schedule is empty?" ask Gibran.

"Rabby Sir." Gibran replied while standing a sign of respect. While propping Tab on Gilang.

Gilang's eyebrows were raised in two, to widen his eyes to read his schedule there.

"This is with the parties, PT. Jaya in Jakarta is fixed?" ask him to Gibran.

"Eh .. ah. Not yet, sir." The answer is somewhat disturbing.

"It can't be scheduled like this if it hasn't been coordinated." The eyes of Gilang towards Siska.

"Sorry Mr. Gilang. I told you that." Siska without question had directly conveyed his alibi.

"Sorry Sir. I tried to chat with his secretary. But it hasn't been responded to." Gibran replied in self-defense.

"It has not been responded, it cannot be scheduled. I'm home, I have a file to prepare. Please confirm the implementation of tomorrow's activities. If you are sure, also prepare the material that will be prslerstasikan." Resolute Gilang cuek. Then it left the field.

"Mrs Siska ... Can you please guide me in more detail for the matter of presentation materials? I'm really still groping with this work." Pinta Gibran is polite to Siska.

"Patient Bran. I have spent over 7 years in this field. That means my abilities don't come immediately."

"Ready. I will help slowly. No baper yes ... Maybe I will also be chatty in terms of conveying an explanation later."Siska replied with a smile.

Nodded by Gibran the sign agreed.

Then Siska and Gibran were already immersed in the busy work to match the work that must be confirmed to Gilang who had the permission to go home earlier.

While at Gilang's house. The couple who are still in the new category has arrived. Gita immediately changed clothes with typical father friendly clothes. Tau right? Daster yaa.😀

Then rush to the kitchen to install the apron, and ready to join bi Inah who is surfing beautifully in his kitchen.

"What are we cooking this afternoon, Bi?" tanya Gita mingled in the area.

"What would Gita eat?" Bi Inah asked back.

"The smell is hot, Bi."

"Auntie make fish soup, will you?" Bi Inah may have only ever been in a red and white uniform, because according to his story. He was only six months into junior high school. Then he was told to stop school, to be busy planting rice and other gardening. However, low education does not make Bi Inah a person who is not smart. Experiences that make him a person who has the skills to live a life. Seen from the way to help the household Gilang and Gita. He could always read the state of the household. So that Gita felt good at being served by Bi Inah.

"Don't Bi. Aunty ajarin Gita. Tell me how, but all the Gita made." Reject Gita.

"Mom's Yes." Bi Inah stroked Gita's stomach.

"These are all pinter kids. Love cooking, don't make mama lazy slack." Praise Bi Inah who also knows if in the stomach of Gita there are two lives.

Gita was born rich but could not be leha leha and semena, with the status of wealth from the father, who was also not only the husband of his mother. With that status, Gita has no reason to be a spoiled and arrogant child.

Even during pregnancy, the Gita tries to be independent. Only when he was nauseous, vomiting and weak did he look helpless. But he always tries to be strong in his activities.

"Huum, freshness. Fragrant again, so the more laper deh "Gilang has come out of the room and looks fresher. Looks like she took a shower her hair was a little damp.

"A'a is praying?" tanya Gita looks at the appearance of her husband who only wears shorts but wet hair

"Huh ... Not a long time, Neng." Reply Gilang sitting in a chair ready to enjoy his lunch.

"Yes ... Yep. It's 30 minutes away." Said Gita while spooning rice to her husband's plate.

"Hm ... " Dehem Gilang fast.

"Jiang ... Afternoon. How about a wet shower?" gita's smile.

Naughty Cross hands. His fingers clamped the chewy flesh filled not far from the thighs.

"That's good to taste but not in love?" whispered Gilang while pinching his wife fat.

"Don't blame the one who doesn't want to love. Introspection dong same hand yourself. It was in the chest now near the thigh. It's my fault ...?" Gita naughty. Already know husband fasting, uh even in ledek.

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