Romantic Young Master

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In the living room, Laras' mother looked at her daughter. He took a slow breath before speaking.

"When Zainal sleeps in your room, where does your husband sleep if he wants to stay in our house?" ask mom Laras full of tenderness.

Oh no! laras's heart screams.

Do not let Om Yudi sleep at the father's house, very embarrassed later if the divorce arrives.

In his heart Laras almost shockedly looked at his mother and Zainal alternately.

"Mom, Yudi will never sleep in this house!" sound Baras firmly.

The mother of the barrel frowned, Kiara and Zainal also stared at Laras intensely.

Yes, why? Give a reasonable reason Baras

In the heart of Laras was stared at so misbehaved.

"Look at what narrow room in the room, anyways a three-foot mattress where he can sleep. Mas Yudi used to sleep on a wide and soft mattress, hehe."

Replied Laras with the spirit of four-five, forcing himself to laugh even though the only sound that came out was a bland chuckle.

If Yudi wants to too, I don't want to.

Continue in Laras' heart and give his best smile to his mother, Kiara and Zainal alternately.

Ibu Laras was astonished, rightly so but how would her husband feel if he found out another man was sleeping in his wife's room.

Huh! Zainal sighs to understand the state of Laras' marital status, he also feels and understands Laras' mother's objections, then chimed in.

"Udah Ras, mengingan me to Juki's place alone." Zainal turned around wanting to get out of Laras' house.

"Zai, wait." Baras held Zainal's hand.

Bram and Yudi were standing at the door of Laras' house.

Seeing the presence of her husband Kiara, as well as Laras saw the shadow of Yudi standing behind Bram.

Why did they come here, if there is no work in the office, in the heart of Laras.

"Dear." Call Kiara.

Bram smiled sweetly at Kiara, but it was gripping for Kiara.

"Dear."

Call Kiara again approached her handsome husband, his drool dripping the same feeling as when he was eating ice cream. Even her goosebumps felt her husband's cold aura.

How not, Bram towering almost as high as the door of the house Laras two meters. Black material trousers, sky blue tops sleeves rolled up to elbow. Two loose shirt buttons so that it looks white skin and his muscles are faint behind his shirt.

His face was clean, it seemed like he had a shave this morning. The lighting of the Barrel house is rather dim as if shining with the presence of Bram. The aura emitted by Bram illuminates the living room of Laras house.like an angel, light and cold.

Bram stared at the head of Kiara who was standing in front of him furiously mixed with anxiety, wanting to feel like putting their bodies together right now.

Then Bram looked down. "Dear Kiara, this is the second time you've been out of the house without your permission" whispered her in Kiara's earlobe.

"Or do you like it when I kiss you in front of people" she continued.

Kiara looked up her eyes round, looking at her husband nervously, not here please, in Kiara's heart.

"S-dear, a-me..."

Not finished talking, Bram tightened his embrace on Kiara's waist immediately sucked and matted his wife's lips. Kiara's body lifted.

Hm, Bram rounded his eyes, Kiara's lips felt colder and sweeter than usual, the soft fragrance of vanilla. Moreover, Bram got more excited and deepened his kiss.

Laras who had seen it was still shocked, especially Zainal and his mother. Mother Laras almost in shock threw out her face, Astaghfirullah in her heart istighfar.

While Zainal mengences unblinking presented with a hot scene directly in front of the eyes.

Afterwards, Bram carried Kiara away from Laras' house, and Yudi hurried to follow his boss.

"Dear to hear my explanation."

Kiara said stammered, turning to Laras who was stumbling, as if confused how to.

Yudi rushed in on the steering wheel, started the car and took his employer out of the Laras house area with a feeling of being wrong, the one Boss the other wife.

Kiara looked at the back of the car, seen Laras coming out of the alley into her house, running after their car. In her hands was the outer Kiara who had missed.

"Jude, stop!" peekkik Kiara's.

But Yudi flinch, he knows his boss's mind that he has to keep going.

Kiara looked pity at Laras sitting in the market, her shadow disappearing behind the alley as their car moved away.

"Bram, Baras is sick!" kiara shouted on Bram's face with tears.

Bram glanced at Kiara sayu. Kiara was his life, so he had to take care of her. If Kiara why-why how he can live, after all Laras looks healthy, what pain in the heart Bram.

"Ih, uh, uh." Kiara thumped her husband's chest.

"Evil, you are evil!" kiara cried hysterically looking back at the car, her heart ached no Baras.

Bram hugs Kiara trying to calm her down, but Kiara encourages him not to be hugged. Keep crying, hyks.

Yudi scanned Kiara's mind, immediately knew what was going on and expanded her scan.

Seen in his house, Laras was lying on the sofa. Last time in front of the alley he passed out Zainal carried him into the house. Seeing that there was blood behind Laras's ass, Yudi shuddered while driving he almost drowned.

Laras and Zainal's mother panicked, with Laras unconscious.

"Zai, help auntie take Laras to Midwife Rina's clinic, hiks hiks!" please mommy barrel start sobbing.

"Ready Bi!" zainal's nod immediately carried Laras again half-running to the clinic thirty-five meters away from Laras' house. With the height of Laras which is one hundred and sixty-five centimeters and weighs only fifty kilos is still light for Zainal who used to lift heavy boxes in the warehouse of Jaguk store.

In Yudi's heart was mixed, there was worry, anger and also a heavier sense of jealousy. So that at a crossroad he slammed the steering wheel when turning, almost hit a motorcycle that tried to overtake. Behind the rearview Yudi glanced at the driver cursing at him for almost falling, creating a bottleneck.

Bram and Kiara were startled, tightening their arms. Instantly Kiara stopped crying, Bram smiled at the dikulum looking at his wife's cute face fitting in surprise.

His beautiful eyes wet so that his eyelashes look more pliable as if wearing mascara, his cheeks and nose reddened, especially earlier he had felt the lips super sweet wife, could not bear Bram closed the bulkhead.

*

Bryen and Evita in one luxurious house not far from the mother market.

"Bryen, you're very lucky. If you don't get off the ship, you may be dead by now" said a man who welcomed their arrival.

"Hm." Bryen muttered, his hand could not be separated holding Evita.

"Police are tightening the search, hide here first. Why are you looking for me now."

The man led them to a spacious room hidden behind a glass-enclosed bookcase.

Bryen looked at Evita. "We're safe here." said her softly, Evita nodded with a faint smile.

"Well, Bryen, you rest."

Bryen nodded, then the man walked out of the room leaving Bryen and Evita.

Bryen clasped Evita's hands tightly together, squeezing their fingers together to stand face to face. Then Bryen hugged Evita by the waist towards her and brought their faces closer.

Evita threw her face aside, Bryen frowned.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to, Evi." said Bryen greedily looking at my Evita, pulling Evita's chin to look at her.

The look they meet. "I want to take a bath first Bryen, my body is sticky to sea water." replied Evita.

Bryen did not care, reaching out his hand grabbed Evita's nape and kissed her, which Evita immediately greeted.

All right if you're not disgusted

In his heart he deepened his kiss.

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