That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Sloppy

"Darling, you really don't want to take me?" Mayang who had been sitting on the sofa, now got up and swung his steps closer to Brian who had just come out of the changing room. He looks as handsome and neat as ever.

" Ti - dak!" Brian reaffirmed with great emphasis. He then pinched Mayang's cheek which he deliberately set with an acute level frown mode.

"You can leave me alone?" Mayang is still trying. " There's a mother, too, I'd be safe with friends..." He begged while shaking Brian's arm.

"I don't want to risk it, baby, I don't dare take you to a public place yet."

"Yes already!" Mayang then passed and entered the changing room.

"You're not angry, are you?" Brian followed his wife's steps with his gaze. But Mayang's body had disappeared behind the closed door.

Brian then swung his steps towards the sofa. He chose to wait for his wife there. Anyway, he has to go with Mrs Brian's permission, right?

Brian waited while playing his phone. Replying to the message from Ratih who had been waiting for him to depart together towards the event.

Today there is an inauguration event held by Wahana Group. And Brian as its President must also attend the event.

But Brian could not bring Mayang and to join him even though Mayang whining and forcing. Of course, all of that is for the safety of Mayang himself.

Brian who was serious with his cellphone was forced to turn to the door of the clothing room that sounded open from inside. His gaze caught the figure of Mayang who had changed into a beautiful dark night dress.

"Hey I forbid you to come!" Brian's protesting tone was thrown to give understanding to the wife. The look on his face instantly turned hostile as he felt his wife was now a dissident.

"Unfortunately who is tang willing to come along," Mayang argued in a relaxed tone while still swinging her steps gracefully leaving the wardrobe door.

"I just change my clothes for a comfortable and cold one. I felt sultry" he said as he pulled his hair to the side and showed his white back that looked open.

Yes - Mayang is indeed wearing a dress with an open model. It even tends to show the chest part anyway. A dress that doesn't even dare to touch her when she feels sane.

Brian's focus is now on his wife's white back. He swallowed his slavina with great difficulty. Feeling happy but also strange with the change in attitude of the wife. He was not used to fishing like that.

"Where is my phone...?" Mayang circulated his gaze throughout the spacious room. And the eyes stopped on the sofa where Brian was sitting. "Oh that's where it looks like." Mayang then swung his steps towards the sofa.

Mayang's steps stopped right in front of Brian who was sitting while looking at him unblinkingly. Without talking Mayang also reached out his hand.Brian who did not understand just stare confused at Mayang and Mayang palms alternately.

In his view also that the wife who still looks waiting while shaking her hands like she is fanning herself who is angry. But his eyes were in the other direction.

Because it never gets a response from Brian, Mayang who seemed to sigh also moved his body leaning closer to Brian's body with a challenging style. Even his chest was clearly visible in Brian's eyes.

One of her hands held her hair so she wouldn't break down on Brian. While the other hand deftly grabbed the phone lying on the side of Brian's body while bending over.

When Mayang stood up again, his hair fluttered gently into Brian's face. To arouse the passion that he had endured with great difficulty.

Deftly Brian grabbed Mayang's hand and blocked him. Holding his wife to stay away from him. Then pulled his wife's body until it fell on her lap.

"You're deliberately teasing me?" Ask Brian with his signature grin.

"No..."Mayang replied casually while trying to get up to stand up. "Go away, I'll wait for you at home." He said after he managed to stand up. Because Brian really didn't hold it.

Mayang again swung his steps closer to the bed. His hand grabbed a book lying on the nightstand and took it up to the bed.

Mayang lay his body there facing Brian and then turned on his stomach with a protruding chest due to the pressure of the pillow below. Slowly he turned around - turning the sheets of the book as if there were no other humans there. After that, she looked up her head at her husband.

"Darling you're still there?" Mayang asked softly to Brian who was still glued to him. Mayang changed the position of the fall to be tilted with a hand that supports his head.

Brian immediately got up and stood up. Then stepped closer to the bed and stood staring at the wife sharply.

"What's calling the bodyguards?! You're gonna call her here?" Brian asked Brian with a curious face mixed with annoyance.

"Of course, honey, you forbid me to leave the room, right?" Say Mayang with a plain face made - make.

Brian wiped his face to hold back the anger that was controlling him out of jealousy. "Don't get out of the room and you can bring other men into our room, dear...!" Brian said half growling.

"Then when it arrived - arrived there are criminals enter how? The bodyguards must have come here when I shouted, right?" Mayang said casually as if deliberately provoking the anger of the husband. "Do you want me to be wretched if you forbid your bodyguards from coming in here?"

"That's enough! It's up to you!" Brian spoke in an irritated tone as he stepped away from Mayang who looked satisfied with a smile.

Throughout the journey Brian seemed agitated at the thought of Mayang's words earlier. Not without reason he felt jealous like this.

Brian couldn't have let his wife get close to another man. Even if it's his own men. Although they were only bodyguards, but even of them. was still young. Has a handsome face with a high and strong posture.

Brian did hire his guards not carelessly. They had to go through strict selection before they were finally accepted. With high martial arts of course. Therefore Brian dared to pay dearly for their loyalty and dedication.

Thinking about it really makes it frustrating. He felt increasingly uneasy leaving his wife with such a threat.

I gotta go home. I have to go home! Brian cried out in his heart.

Brian had parked his car in the basement of the show. His father and mother were standing waiting for him. As he stepped, Brian's gaze was fixed on the puddle on the basement floor. And not far from there was an empty bottle sitting there.

Apparently the stagnant water came from a spilled water bottle. With an annoyed face he grabbed the bottle and threw it right in the trash.

Humans are irresponsible! Dare to dirty my basement! Just ruin the view. Brian muttered in annoyance.

"Brian hurry up!" Excited Ratih who was impatiently waiting for his son to come closer.

Brian swung his pace slowly to buy time. While looking - find a reason to be able to escape from that place. But seeing the puddle of water arrived - suddenly came the idea in Brian's head.

"So mommy, my phone's left in the car." Brian turned quickly to his car. While in the lyrics the mother who is busy and does not maintain it.

Immediately Brian dropped his body with a prone position. His right chest in the pooling water made the clothes Brian was wearing look dirty and disgusting. But Brian seemed to smile because that was his goal.

"Mother, I fell!" Brian started acting when he was standing up while showing his dirty chest to his mother.

Ratih widened his eyes for a moment. "Brian what happened to you?!" Ratih walked quickly to his son. "How can your clothes be so dirty!" Ratih shook his head in wonder.

"Mother how is this, I can't go in with this kind of situation mom," Brian said in a whining tone.

"You're not bringing a change of clothes?"

Brian nodded quickly.

Ratih looked annoyed. "Why are you so reckless Brian!!" Ratih hit his son's arm. "Hurry home and change your clothes!" Radih yelled annoyed then passed away leaving Brian who looked sad.

But after the death of his parents he seemed to laugh with excitement because he managed to escape from the place.

"Your husband is coming, baby." His words were excited while driving forward his car.