The Love Story of Aina

61. Resign Plan

After the dawn activity earlier in the bathroom, a happy face emanated at all times. Riyan always showed her love for Aina. Like this morning, Riyan made a breakfast of goat-fried rice. He made it special for his beloved wife, while Aina herself was already wrestling with the dirty clothes to be washed.

This morning Aina was really busy, from sweeping, mopping, washing clothes herself and her husband. Like a housewife, Aina does it regularly and neatly.

"Darling, let's have breakfast first." said the friendly husband.

Aina simply smiled and stopped her activities. Then follow Ryan for breakfast. They sat face to face, Aina watching Riyan prepare the fried rice for herself.

"Thank you, mas." then Aina fed a spoon of fried rice made by her husband.

"Mm, good cooking rice. Mas Riyan can cook as well." praise Aina by chewing her fried rice.

"Why does your husband have a restaurant if he can't cook" said Riyan., he still watches his wife eat.

"But this is good. I like it, mas.", said Aina sincerely, she took another fried rice that made her addicted.

Riyan looked at Aina who was eating voraciously. His right hand propped up his chin, a smile expanding. He was so happy to see his wife eating.

"Mas Riyan hasn't eaten his fried rice yet" said Aina, she continues to eat her breakfast.

"Look at you eat I'm full." said Riyan to keep Aina quiet.

"Morning has been combing, where there is a look at people making full."

"There was. I, for example, see that my wife loves my cooking to feel full." Aina sneered, she memorized the hymn of her husband.

One plate is left. Aina tidied up all the eating and cooking utensils in the kitchen. While Aina was washing the dishes, Riyan ate her breakfast that had been left alone because she saw her wife eating voraciously.

Only after finishing the food on the plate did he leave it to Aina to wash. Then take the fruit from the refrigerator.

"Later in the afternoon I'm going to the restaurant. Want to come with?" said Riyan while taking citrus fruits in the refrigerator. Aina seemed to think.

"Follow, because the afternoon we go to the house of mama.", Riyan feed the citrus fruit to his wife.

"Can., What time is there?" finished washing Aina back to the dining table, smelting the remnants of the rice grains on the table.

"Once after all, we'll have lunch at the restaurant.", following Aina at the dinner table, she still peeled the second orange and ate it herself.

"Washing his clothes is done?" ask Riyan.

"Udah, stay in the sun" answered Aina leaving her husband to the laundry.

"Yes, later if you finish drying into the room yes. There's something I want to talk about." said Riyan as he passed into his room, there was a meaningful smile.

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Aina walked into the room, she saw her husband sitting leaning back while playing laptop. Aina was sitting on the bedside, she was curious about what Riyan said earlier, even though sweat was pouring out after drying the clothes because it was exposed to direct sunlight.

Riyan stopped playing with the laptop and placed the laptop on the table, and his hands sweat at Aina's temple.

"Capek huh?"

"Ngga. Riyan said he wanted to talk, what did he want to talk about?" aina asked wagging the hair that felt hot.

"That's a sweat-soaked shirt, just off" heeded Aina's question.

Aina was confused, why so talk about clothes soaked with sweat. He didn't understand what Riyan was saying.

"Yes, what am I going to say, Riyan?" asked Aina again, without asking Riyan to take off Aina's clothes.

"What the hell is it going to do?" aina asked in shock at Riyan's behavior.

"You take off your shirt, it's wet" he said.

"That's nothing you're gonna take a shower on the loose."

"Then I am the same, you are tired", said Riyan reasoned, Aina resigned.

"Mas, want ap.."

Riyan had already silenced Aina's mouth with ****** softly at first. Longer more demanding. One hand was already in action on Aina's chest, she squeezed his wife's breasts. Aina sighed, she resigned what her husband was doing. Then, the heat struggle ensued.

Half an hour of the struggle repeated, Riyan hugged his wife, she was really happy. So that the hot activities that he had been doing always wanted to be done yes again.

"What did Miss Riyan want to say?" asked Aina again, her curiosity had not disappeared.

Riyan seemed to think, he was looking for a way to say what he wanted in his heart exactly so that Aina would follow his wish.

"Honey, you're resigning from Vishnu's office next week" said Riyan slowly.

"Why did I stop working?" aina asked astonishedly, she looked at her husband confusedly.

"Listen, baby, next week resign. Focus on the wedding reception. After the reception I'll take you to the finance section of the restaurant. How's it?" ask Riyan.

"Huh, really? I'd like to be put in the financial section again?" aina asked in disbelief.

Riyan smiled with his wife's reaction. He kissed Aina's lips. He was really anxious that cheerful smile of his wife.

"Yes. Let me be closer to my wife. Anyway, in the restaurant I was overwhelmed if I had to go back and forth from Vishnu's office every day" said Riyan.

"But, later how in the office of Mr. Vishnu. Who is the secretary if I resign." asked Aina to play Riyan's hand.

"Relax, I have a replacement. He quickly adapts to working in a new place" said Riyan.

"Who?"

"Mm, tell me, don't you?" makes Aina curious.

"Ish, Riyan used the secret of everything." Aina pouted, Riyan laughed happily.

"Ngga is so dear. I have not asked the person with my plan, and again I have not spoken to Vishnu. It was Monday last time she talked to him, uh Viola came. Finally not so. Monday tomorrow I'll talk to him about my plans" Riyan said.

Their chat was finally stopped when the prayer time duhur was already reverberating, wanted Riyan to once again make love to his wife. But because he had promised to go to the restaurant and in the afternoon go to his mother's house.

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In the afternoon, after returning from the restaurant as he promised earlier this afternoon Riyan brought Aina to her mother's house. Arriving there, Aina was immediately greeted happily by her in-laws. Aina was happy, she felt not awkward with her husband's family.

"Darling, why did you just come here?" said Sarah's mother, Aina just smiled and glanced at her husband.

"Riyan is very busy ma, so just can come here., and maybe not just Aina who came here, later in the event of a fight" said Riyan as if knowing Aina could not answer her mother's question.

"You guys stay here. Mama wants to talk a lot to plan the reception later. It has to be negotiated with you" Sarah's mother pleaded.

"Aina is free from morning until evening" said Riyan again.

"Lho, don't work?"

"Riyan tell me to resign, Aina I'll put it in a restaurant, ma."

"Well, that's good. It's nothing next week" Sarah's mother said.

Between the son-in-law and the in-laws it didn't take too long to get along with each other. Because Aina was nice to talk to even though she was quiet. Sarah's mother was very happy with her son-in-law, the courtesy of the older man was not forgotten, even though he lived in the city.

By nightfall, they were back at the apartment. Tiredness Aina felt. He immediately took a shower after arriving and immediately laid down his body because he was sleepy. Tonight Riyan let his wife rest in peace, without any interruption by him.

He also pity if asking for rations again with his wife. Riyan followed to sleep, she laid her body beside Aina. Before going to bed, don't forget he kissed Aina's lips which are now the candlesticks. Riyan pulled Aina's body and hugged her tightly.

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