Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 53: WANTING TO SULK - HUNGER

"Boss, what's wrong?" ask the woman.

Thereout!

Thereout!

Thereout!

"Nothing's." Al let out a long sigh as all his phone calls were completely unanswered.

"Sir, we're gonna make a landing." Report the pilot.

Al looked out making sure the place and time were exactly what he wanted. The clock that shows half eleven o'clock less. While the appointment will be held at ten o'clock forty-five minutes. There's plenty of time left.

"We're landing, but in the third building north!" al-god after thinking for a moment.

The sexy woman next to Al frowned not understanding. Wanted to complain, but not his right. The boss looks like a lot of burden. Cold face with eyes closed repeatedly. There must be a big problem. Al who knows is being noticed, this time the bodo. His mind is moving. Of course where it should be.

The thick blanket became the impingement of a girl hiding behind it. Lips blabbed long times wide there was no stopping. However, inwardly anxious hopes waited for someone to come to persuade him. It's been an hour, but no one's knocked on the door.

"Did everyone think I was sleeping?" The girl slightly peeked out from under the covers, "Eh it's half an eleven less....,"

Kruyuk!

Kruyuk!

"The paper is not this round, but Om has not yet come. How's donk?" The girl bit her nails thinking about something, and the blanket was sent, "This room is this big, when you don't have a personal refrigerator? There's gotta be, donk?"

Eyes scoured the entire room. From rows of cabinets, sideboard, sofa, door to balcony, bed, and bathroom. As hunger grows, only fruits become a ray of hope. Without lingering, the girl jumped out of bed. Then ran over to the fruit basket on the side side side of the sofa.

"If I eat here, Om will know. So, where do I eat?" muttered.

"Balcony!" Exclaimed the girl, and instantly cus ran in the other direction.

The balcony door opened slowly, without closing the drape. His steps were very impatient. Well, a starving person can't be patient, right? Likewise with the girl who is now sitting preceptively in a long chair with a basket of fruits. His hands moved quickly peeling the red apple fruit that was very tempting.

"Crauus..," one big bite went into his mouth. "Uumm, delicious. Watch out later if you come. Look at the punishment."

Bite after bite with words ready to drown her own husband. Anxiety mixed with hunger. His busyness devoured all the fruit from the basket, not realizing there was someone who entered the room. A gust of wind whipped the curtains moving because the balcony door was half opened.

Footsteps that intend to check something diverted and changed direction to approach the balcony door which is three meters from the place. Given the owner of the room had been gone since a few hours ago, but the room looks messy. There must be someone else in that room. Curious who is the troublemaker who dares to mess up the contents of the room?

The curtain is still following the wind. Fly in here and there. Until his hand held the curtain so as not to disturb the view of his eyes. From the glass balcony door, a woman was seen sitting in a long chair with her back to her back. What did that woman do there? Sometimes I shake my head to the right, then to the left.

Don't want to be prejudiced. He chose to cross the balcony with silent footsteps approaching the woman. Until the distance left two meters, his steps stopped with a look of disbelief. A very familiar voice was heard clearly entering the eardrum. Spoiled voice, impatient, cheerful and also ceplos. Only one woman in her family has a voice like the firecrackers of the new year season.

"Flower!" call him.