That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Forgotten

It was past midnight when Billy decided to go home. Office work that piles up demands to be completed immediately. Added to that is Brian's enemy mavia. Make him forget if at home someone is waiting for him.

After parking his car, Billy seems to be walking as usual towards his apartment. But once he opened the door, the man was immediately shocked when he found the house lights were brightly lit, but usually he always left the apartment in a state of lights out.

Billy's expression immediately stiffened and immediately acted alert. Especially when the man stepped foot slowly into the living room, he faintly heard the sound of the television burning. But he saw no one there.

Damn, who is the intruder who dared to enter my apartment?! inner Billy growled. His hand immediately moved to pull out the gun hidden behind his suit, then stepped closer in an alert manner, but his eyes were so sharp full of threats. With the weapon in his hand, he seemed ready to blow the hot lead inside.

The closer the home theater space is only blocked by the wall bulkhead, the more clear television sound is heard in the ear cavity. And sure enough, in the minimal room lighting was indeed the television was on. Even from the position of Billy who was behind the sofa, he could see a pair of legs look motionless with a position hanging on the arm of the sofa.

Seringai prey was directly singed from the thin arch of Billy. Spotlight eyes full of threats was inevitable, as if not wanting to release intruders who dared to enter his personal realm.

A pair of legs must have a head, right? Okay, now we see whose head this leg has. His mind is full of threats.

With the position of the legs that seemed to show no signs of movement made Billy seem so relaxed to ambush him. As if he did not want to surprise, Billy stepped up and put his gun without making a sound.

But a change in facial expression also occurred when apparently the figure of Milly who was lying there. Billy widened his eyes so surprised, then lowered the object in his hand for a moment before then back to store it well.

Sighing deeply, Billy's body looks limp, but also feels relieved because apparently the wife is the person he thinks is the intruder. Somehow he could have forgotten if this girl had now agreed to stay under one roof with him. Luckily he did not act rashly and could control himself, otherwise his wife might be injured because of his actions.

Billy shook his head in astonishment as he folded his hands in front of his chest while observing the girl's innocent face. He fell asleep on the couch in a strange position he thought. For it is not his head that is unkempt, but the folds of his legs that rest on the arm of the sofa. The girl with a pajama wrapped in flowers motifs is like sleeping and not accidentally sleeping, because in her hand she still holds the remote control.

While taking off his suit and leaving a white shirt with a vest vest on his body, Billy stepped around the sofa and sat down to take an empty position on his wife's head. The long-spirited girl did not even wake up despite the slow movements that occurred when Billy buried his ass there.

Billy's lips thinned when looking at the television that was presenting dangdut music show, even with a fairly tight volume. "It could be that he fell asleep in this noisy atmosphere. Did he play that dangdut nina bobo song that sounded lascivious? That's why he fell asleep so." Billy muttered in astonishment.

Intending to shrink the volume of his television, Billy moves his hand trying to take over the remote from Milly's grasp, and so carefully he does. Luckily, the girl did not budge at all as if she did not feel disturbed by Billy's hand movements, but, and in the end made Brian's secretary sigh in relief and without a second thought immediately pressed the button on the object in his hand.

There is no interesting show that makes Billy just change television channels without actually watching it. Bored, he decided to turn off the television.

Milly's slow whimpering with slow movements forced Billy to turn to his wife. For some reason, seeing the innocent face of the wife made Billy's expression instantly soften. Even a thin smile seemed to be on its red curves.

Milly's face looked so beautiful even with just the dim light that was generated from the table lamp located on the side of the sofa. With a light movement of cotton, Billy moves his left fingers to bring the baby hair that covers the face of Milly, so as not to block the beauty that emanated from the face of the wife.

But without her guessing, Milly flinch as if the rock's movement is so distracting. But instead of waking up, the little girl actually raised her body and made Billy's thigh as a cushion of her head. Just contact it made Billy widened in shock and his body stiffened not dare to move. While Milly was still moving her head as if she was looking for comfort there.

Damnit damnit! Why make my thighs as his head pads?! Did he deliberately set me up so that I wouldn't leave here?! billy in the Heart.

Billy was still watching the face on his lap in confusion. I don't know what he's gonna do to deal with this unconscious girl. Carrying it and moving it into the room seemed impossible because Milly was not a baby that still had to be overwritten. But woke him by force Billy felt heartless if it would make the girl surprised. Finally he chose the safest, which is resigned. While praying that the girl immediately regained consciousness and realized her behavior.

A tired body and a tired mind really demand Billy to rest. The eyes that he held back to stay awake finally dimmed as well, until finally he fell asleep with his head leaning on the back of the sofa.

***

Brian, who had just come out of the kitchen, appeared to be carrying a glass of milk chocolate with a plate of pieces of fruit on a tray in his hand. The handsome man with his million charms looked so fresh with his pajamas and half-wet hair.

Sitting on the edge of the bed by his wife's side with his left leg bent over the bed Brian smiled as he offered the wife a glass of milk.

With a full smile, Mayang received it with joy. "Thank you, my love" he said lovingly before knowing you gulped it down the toilet without a remnant. Then again smiled as the husband welcomed his empty glass and put it on the nightstand.

"What, Honey?" Mayang frowned in confusion as Brian moved his index finger as if he was hinting to get his face closer. While Brian, instead of answering his wife's curiosity, he was silent without explanation but played his eyebrows up and down with a mischievous grin on his lips.

As if understanding the husband's intentions, Mayang also obediently leaned his face closer to Brian's face with a smile that seemed challenging. Like being able to guess the way the man's mind before him, Mayang moved swiftly ahead of Brian who was about to kiss him. With the courage he had, Mayang who was not good at kissing moved so greedily enjoyed the lips of the husband who gaped in surprise. Even Brian himself who has already enjoyed as if giving himself willingly for his wife to enjoy. Until he was out of breath, only then did Mayang release their relationship with a red-hued face holding in shame.

"Why stop? Come again. I like you like this. You're good at giving me surprises now." Brian said in a teasing tone.

"Already, dear, don't tease me that way." Mayang blushed in embarrassment. "I just wanted to give my gratitude for that glass of milk." her hand moved to grab the husband's hand and gently rubbed his back. "Thank you, honey. But next time you don't have to do it again ,,,."

"Why indeed?" Ask Brian with the furrowed eyebrows.

"No why. I can do it myself, really. It's like I'm using this pregnancy to get your attention. I'm ashamed that every night you make milk for me." Mayang explained with a tone of arrogance.

" Who said it?" Brian asked as if urgently. But Mayang only shook his head in response. "Who, Honey?" Press Brian again.

"Nothing, dear. That's what I said."

"Where is it like that. I don't feel taken advantage of, 'cause I love doing it." Brian answered lightly but full of sincerity. "I'll keep doing it while I can. No one can forbid me, even if you forbid it." he whispered as he pointed at Mayang with his index finger.

"Hmm??" Replace Mayang knitted eyebrows.The brown sliced woman narrowed her eyes staring at the husband full of investigation. "I smell the scent of revenge here, yes" he said later, sniffing Brian's body, acting like a cat inhaling the scent emanating from the burly man's body.

"Hey what are you doing? You look like a kitten looking for its mother." Brian's hand that has got the head of the wife then cupped and looked at her anxiously, then rained his wife kisses all over the face.

"Aaa Darling, let go ...! You're making me ticklish ...!" whinek Mayang pleaded. Her hand moved to touch the hand of her husband who was still attached to both sides of her head. Brian stopped his activities, then attached the chin of the two until they fused together.

"I did make you ticklish on purpose, honey." Brian hissed with lips touching each other. His tone sounded raucous with an already foggy look.

"Honey ," said Mayang while breaking her husband's hand, so that the distance between them was created.

"Hmm?" Reply Brian with confused eyebrows.

"Emmm," Mayang looked down doubtfully. He looked up at Brian full of guilt.

"Why, dear." filled with curiosity, Brian urged the wife impatiently.

"I trained hard this day. And now I'm,-" Mayang bit her lower lip. Looking at the husband who was still waiting for him to continue his words. "I'm a bit tired, and-" Mayang's words were interrupted as Brian pressed his index finger against his lips.

"I'll massage you lovingly, dear."

Seriate.