Small Wife CEO

Chapter 57

Rendi smiled happily and greeted kindly towards Faishal, “Halo Om, see you again. I'm Rendi, nephew friend Om!”

Sheila who heard the word niece could only blink her eyes slowly, while Faishal who heard the word niece suddenly had a flatter look than before.

Rendi who saw his interlocutor did not respond to his speech back in voice, “Halo Om, my friend Rendi nephew Om.”

Again and again hearing the word nephew, Faishal hardened his jaw, and Sheila just kept quiet because sheila also did not know what to say.

Sheila is still a High School Student. If you say she is Faishal's wife, especially to her schoolmates, not good impact, which will obviously have many adverse effects. So sheila chose silence not to speak.

And back again to Faishal with a jaw that has hardened, trying to throb to neutralize his mood and open the sound that has been held, “Ehem, yes I already know. And need you...” But not finished, Faishal said, suddenly there were interesting attention Faishal, Sheila and Rendi

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“Oee Ren, cepet gih. We are waiting for Wawan. Shif time!” said the waiter of Rendi's coworker after patting Rendi on the shoulder

“Oh well brother, thanks. I was there soon,” replied Rendi reviewing her smile

“Syei, Om.  I am saying retreat yes. It's time for his work,” continued Rendi with a smile that did not fade from his face.

Syeila who understood immediately replied, “Oh yes Ren ren!” Rendi rushed over to the outlet where she worked.

After her, Sheila returned to see her Om Fai face, uhhh already unpleasant to look at. You could say his Om Fai face is currently sepeeeeeet bet.

Haaaah, Sheila sighed. Because Om Fai's face was flat added sepet again. But Syeila understood why his Om Fai face was like that.

Soon Syeila a little tiptoe and stroked her Om Fai face, and voiced softly, “Om, already his face do not like gini. Come sit down first, we eat first.”

Not her sitting, but Faishal links her fingers to jemariSyeila, “We don't eat here!.” Faishal steps out of the food court area with Syeila following in his Om Fai steps.

Sheila neither refused nor complained, but along the way Sheila just sighed deeply realizing the mood of Om Fai is not good and occasionally grumbled slowly because of his wide Om Fai steps and Syeila's difficulty to compensate.

Arriving in one of the rooms in the Mall, Faishal invited Sheila in, then Faishal released their fingers.

Unconcerned about Sheila, Faishal walked to the sofa in the room and dropped his body leaning against the sofa with his arms bent at his temple.

“Cih, nephew hee?” slowly Faishal with eyes still closed facing the sky when remembering the friend of Sheila earlier who said that Sheila was his nephew.

While Sheila who was still standing and hearing his om Fai words, immediately let out a long sigh. Walk Sheila towards her Om Fai.

Without aba, Sheila immediately sat on her Om Fai lap. Giving a soft sweep on his thick lips Om Fai with his tiny hands that have been draped on the neck Om Fai, “Om, do not like to snack ih, ajar added old loh!”

Faishal, whose eyes were closed at first, opened wide. Jeez, these mustard seeds are her mouth lemes. Just now, Faishal's mouth was slightly withered when his mustard seeds rose to the lap by giving a wet kiss, uh there had not been ten seconds the mouth of his mustard seeds had lemes bin pedes.

Forgive me, the fallout has been Faishal's complaint replaced with an upset face accompanied by wrinkles on the forehead, even his veins were visible. How not to be upset, Faishal will again be sensi with the word niece who affects to age.

Ehh his mustard seeds instead say older, meaning now Faishal is old dong. Hello, even though Faishal felt himself not old, but mature enough, he was quite mature of all things!.

But whose name is mustard seeds whose level of sensitivity is still half, do not realize that his Om Fai is getting upset.

Evidently now Syeila even nyerocos in addition to the oddity at the end of his speech, “Lah lah, gini nih that makes Om getting older. Don't be wrinkled Om wrinkle, later Om getting older really. Sheila was still kinyis kinyis, eh Om her already tuir hihihi,” with her tiny hands that rub a swipe gently on the forehead area of her Om Fai shriveled.

Glek, Sheila gulped her saliva roughly hearing Om Fai's stern and cold utterance. “Wah, Om Fai is still craving! Sheila should how yes, Syeila already nerapin di ajarin Novel,” whispered inner Sheila.

“Syeila!” said firmly and coldly Faishal once again for not getting an answer from his mustard seeds.

Syeila's tiny hands, which initially encapsulated Om Fai's face, had moved down Om Fai's neck and were tightly interlocked with the face that had been bowed. Then say quietly and spaced, “i-iya O-Om.”

“See his interlocutor Syei, if you talk!”

Sheila looked at her Om Fai face with a clear face, “Om angry yes with Sheila. Sheila sat on Om's lap and nyium Om. How come Om is still angry? Syeila wrong what Om?”

Not his answer to Syeila's remark, but Faishal instead asked, “Is it true, I am old?”

“Haaa!” Sheila blinked confused at her Om Fai question.

“Am I old? Do I not deserve to be with you who are young?” Faishal asked once again with a soft remark not as stern as before.

Hearing his Om Fai remark, Sheila understood now. Geez, soon Syeila summarizes her Om Fai face, “Although Om is old, but Syeila loves the same Om. Om is the man that Sheila loved after Daddy. Om don't worry anymore yeah, Syeila love the same Om.”

Cup, Syeila kissed Faishal at a glance.

However, when Sheila kept her face away from Om Fai's face, her lightning-fast Om Fai hand held Sheila's nape and devoured Sheila's tiny lips.

Not long ago Faishal cut out his mustard seed lips, must be willing to release his pagutan because Sheila had patted his chest informing that Sheila wanted to run out of breath stock.

“Hooosh. Om, don't nyosor nyosor. Syeila was exhausted nyium Om and had not yet let out a breath, but Om was already nyosor again,” Syeila complained after taking a long breath.

“Sorry dear,” sahut Faishal with his sorry face.

“Iya Om, the important do not origin nyosor again.”

Faishal nodded, and was silent for a while. And not for long, Faishal voiced, “Syei, you are learning that seriously ya call me dear as before her. Don't call Om again,”

“Iya Om eh dear. Sheila's fine, but no promise O uh baby. Kan darling know yourself from the beginning Syeila has called Om.”

“It's okay, slow down.” Then summarized the face of Syeila to re-suggest the pleasure behind the tiny lips of mustard seeds.

Sheila, who already understood, immediately closed her eyes waiting for her Om Fai to anchor her warm sweep. Slowly but surely, from a distance of five centi now lives one centi. Uhhhh, keep getting closer, just a quarter centi.

Na as and na as, the lips that stay namplok must be reduced!

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TB