Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 42: OH, WHAT DO YOU WANT?

"AH!" pengghulu said the kabul ijab has ended with the approval of all witnesses.

Consciousness, reality and imagination. Bunga could not distinguish it anymore, wanted to dance to hear the word *SAH* from Pak penghulu, but after hearing the words of Alkan who broke the relationship. It was all dark again, and his eyes were closed again with his body falling onto the sofa.

Two hours later, the lentic hairy eyelids opened. The smell of fresh roses burst in, not only that because the aroma of the fruit also mixed into one. Like her favorite perfume. Very soothing. The light from the sky of the room disturbed him, and with one palm dispelled the white light rays.

"Wakeup! Aren't you hungry?"

It was a stern voice, but it sounded softer than usual. His gaze swept through the entire room and stopped being imprinted on the figure in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel. The smooth white body with the burly back could only make his eyeballs perfectly round.

"Stop bulging! I'm not a ghost. Getup! We're going to go down to dinner together." It was clearly Alkan who returned the Flower's gaze casually.

"Omm? What's in my room? Out!" Flowers that are still under the influence of emotions do not realize where he is currently. "OOM!"

Alkan put down his perfume bottle, then turned to walk to his bed. Each step further adds to a girl's heartbeat in bed. The change in Flower's expression, made the man stop right in front of the bed. Then, pull out the blanket that covered the wife's body.

"You wanna wake up by yourself, or?" gertak Alkan's.

"Om, what do you want?" tanya Flowers nervous.

"You think?" ask back Alkan raised his one eyebrow staring at the intense Flower, as the girl he stared at embraced his own body. "I'll wait ten minutes. Shower quickly!"

Alkan passed by without another word. He walked over to his wardrobe to get a change of clothes. Flowers are still trying to digest everything. Suddenly recalling all the events of today. After a few moments of pondering.

"Of!" call Flowers.

"Hm." Answer Alkan who is still looking for the most comfortable clothes for him in the closet.

Flowers came down from the bed, then walked over to the man whose position was now turned back on him. Up to a distance of half a meter, a hug is given. "Thank you, Om."

"Flower release!" tell Alkan firmly.

Not releasing. Precisely hugging tighter, making Alkan inevitably leave the clothes he was holding and holding both hands of the Flower that was coiled in his stomach. It was a pity that both hands were too strong.

The flower let go of both hands as Alkan's voice sounded strange. "Om, why is his voice hoarse? Is it sick?"

"Hurry to the bathroom!" alkan's words further confused the girl.

Worried, making Flowers turn Alkan's body to face him. At that time the towel that wrapped Alkan's body came off. The girl's reddened face was instantly blindfolded with a burly palm.

"You're always not listening. Do you want to be a wife....,"

The flower immediately pulled Alkan's hand away from his face, then looked at the man with a mischievous smile. A long sigh was heard, but only from the groom not the bride.

"Om, aren't we legitimate right now?" tanya Bunga approached Alkan eliminating the distance between the two.

"....,"

The flower clapped Alkan, making the man unable to wrinkle. Not because of the question of the wife, but because of her current position without a thread covering her body. "Can you close your eyes? I'm not comfortable....,"

"Ish, Om. I won't miss a chance for a second. From now on, it's mine." Bunga begins her action to melt the heart of Alkan who is now her husband.

While elsewhere, a pair of eyes stared at his slumbering woman so early after the fight on the bed. An anxious look with a gentle swipe at the smooth cheek slightly reduced his guilt.

Sorry, I. I don't mean to leave you, but I have to take care of a few things. Be patient, and stay happy here. ~inya.

Trii!

Trii!

Trii!

The ringing of the phone distracts him.

"It seems like it's time for me to go." he muttered as he grabbed the phone from the top of the nightstand, then saw a notification of incoming messages from the top of the screen.