The Married With My Ex
CHAPTRE 77
CHAPTRE 77
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It was in Christian's private room in his office. Deandra did it to wait for Christian who was finishing his work again. After they had lunch. It had been 2 hours he slept in this room, when he woke up the day had begun in the afternoon, and the time to go home from work was only 10 minutes away. Waking up his body along with the door of the room opened by Christian.
"Have woken up, dear" said Christian, walking in to the large bed, and gently kissed his wife's forehead.
"Hmm." muttered Deandra leaned her body against the dashboard of the bed.
"Let's go home" said Christian, confirming Deandra's slightly messy hair.
"I went to the bathroom first to wash my face" said Deandra rose from her seat, which was assisted by Christian.
"Do I need to be with Sweety?" ask Christian.
"No need for Chris," Deandra replied rolling her eyes. With Christian possessiveness that is increasingly becoming - so after the age of the womb that has entered the final trimester. Although like that, Deandra likes it very much, but sometimes he is also careless.
Waiting for his wife in the bathroom. Christian put his wife's stuff on the bed, and put her cell phone in. However, when a message notification comes in. Makes Christian pay attention.
Christian glanced at the bathroom door for a bit, and looked back at the phone and opened the message. Because it is Deandra who never locked his phone, then make it easier to see the contents of the message.
+1987654-xxxx
My Dee
I Miss U
A short message, but made his forehead shrivel in wonder. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Christian turned his gaze towards Deandra who had just exited the bathroom with a refreshed face.
"What's Chris?" tanya Deandra looked at her husband who was holding her phone.
"There's a message coming in, but no sweetie's name"
"Maybe it's just a prankster, or a no-work operator" Deandra said, taking the phone out of her husband's hand, and plugging it in without looking at the message.
"Let's hurry I want something." he continued, holding Christian's arm towards the door.
Although curiosity permeated his heart, but at this moment he would ignore it. It may be true what his wife says, just a prankster who has nothing to do, and he tries not to care. And trust his wife.
Walking out of her room, Angela looked down respectfully at her as she was cleaning her desk.
Christian, and Deandra enter an elevator dedicated only to him. Press the elevator button, and exit after arriving at the lower floor. A trip in the lobby every employee crosses paths with them not absent to bow politely, and say hello kindly. Let alone looking at Christian who never let go of his arm that was embracing his wife's waist. Entering the car after the passenger door has been opened by a driver.
"Baby wants what, hm?" christian asks while rubbing Deandra's round stomach.
"Baby wants fried chiken in King, Papi." Deandra replies by imitating the voice of a child.
"No!! Junk food!!" reject Christian.
"But I want Chris. You want your child to be angry." said Deandra.
"Our son is sweet." Press Christian.
"At home, Elida will make it for you." Further.
"I want that one over there Christian." Deandra's words remain on his wishes.
"No sweety!!" Christian's words are indisputable.
"OKs. But you're the one who's cooking it." Deandra squinted her eyes.
"All right." Said Christian relented although in fact he was not good at cooking, but rather than his wife eating food that is not necessarily hygienic. It is better he himself who cooks guaranteed all the preparations.
"Hm.baby is impatient." Deandra said as she rubbed her stomach. As well as a friendly kiss on his forehead by Christian.
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Deandra who has finished bathing and wearing a batik negligee on her thighs. Now he was sitting on the dining table chair with his hands under his chin. I saw my husband cooking. Because it was so serious about the cooking, that Christian was unaware of its presence. Christian's position behind him makes it easier for Deandra to stare at a wide sturdy back wrapped in a white shirt rolled up to the elbow to make him fascinated. That muscular arm made him tempted to browse through every inch of his neck.
"Sweety?"
Oh, see. Sweat on her forehead and neck made her husband look very sexy. He wanted to wipe the sweat with his lips.
"Satisfied look at me, *s*weety?!" Christian's remarks brought Deandra to her senses as well as disperse her wild daydreams. The grin printed on her husband's lips made Deandra's face heat up.
"Ehemk. Is it Chris' fried chiken?" Deandra asked immediately to divert the conversation. Being caught off guard by her husband, Deandra was embarrassed.
"Sure. Eat it." Said Christian while thrusting some chicken flour in the dish.
"Hmmm, the smell is so good it sure does not taste any less delicious." Said Deandra who wanted to take one piece of chicken, but was held by Christian.
"Still hot sweety," stop Christian.
"Let me take the bribe." Further.
"OK." Deandra.
"Will I use rice?" Christian asked, knowing his wife if eating this food always wanted to with rice. Unlike him, it feels strange to have to wear rice.
"No. I just want this." Said Deandra and opened her mouth to immediately in a bribe.
"Hemm..**buffet."Deandra said by giving her thumbs up to Christian. Hearing his wife's slang made him not understand, but he found out if the food was good until Deandra spent all the hens on his own.
It was nice if the cooking he made had been spent by his wife.
"We better get to Sweety's room. I'll take a shower first" Christian said after Deandra drank, and rubbed the remaining water on her lips.
"I want to be in the living room watching TV while you're waiting for you to finish your bath." Deandra.
"All right." Christian said while helping Deandra stand up from the chair, and walked towards the living room.
Christian who had gone to their room downstairs. Deandra was fluttering on the sofa while continuing to stare at the screen featuring a film. So serious about the movie he watched that he didn't realize Christian was walking towards him while holding a glass of milk towards him.
"Sweety, drink it." Christian said while giving a glass of pregnant milk directly received by Deandra. Keep an empty glass on the table in front of them. Christian looked at Deandra doubtful of what he was going to say. Realizing that she was watching Deandra turned to Christian.
"Is there anything you want to say?" Tanya Deandra looked at Christian's worried face.
"Tomorrow morning I'll go to Canada sweety. One of my subordinates leading there arrived - suddenly called me for me to come there. There's an important meeting with the derection board that no one can replace." Obviously Christian.
"Aren't we going to buy baby gear tomorrow?" Tanya Deandra was a little disappointed.
"I'am sorry sweety. What if after I get back from there we go shopping, or you want to be with Mommy Flora and Mommy?" Christian Tawar.
"How many days, how many days are you in Canada?" Ask Deandra.
"3 days sweety. 3 days I'm there, and once the business is done I'll be home soon." Christian said while rubbing Deandra's chubby cheeks when she started getting pregnant.
"Later to wait for you to come home, we'll buy the baby stuff." Deandra.
"Alright then's. I'm sorry sweety." Sesal Christian's.
"It's okay dear" said Deandra, holding her husband's hand still on her cheek.
"Who are you going there with?" Deandra.
"Angela because she's my current secretary," Christian's words upset Deandra. Both of them went to Canada to make their minds where - where.
"What if I come?" Tawar Deandra's.
"Hey. I'm out there to work don't think of anything that doesn't - no. Trust me, okay?" Christian understood his wife's concerns.
"Although I should take you. We must consult a doctor first, not to be or not when the gestational age is already the final trimester of flight." Further.
"Yes already. You have hearts there. Once it lands there call me immediately." Deandra.
"Ready Mammya children." Christian said with a gesture of respect.
"Let's get ready for whatever you're gonna bring." Take Deandra who is standing by and help Christian into their room.
"Don't sweetie just let me." Christian Say.
"Sttt!!" Said Deandra with her bulging eyes do not want to be denied.
"Ok, okay." Christian finally gave up.
"It's a pity I'd better finish it, " said Christian
"Sit down" He continued as Deandra was about to protest. Getting out of the wardrobe helped Deandra sit on their mattress, and she returned to tidy up the clothes that had not been put in. Deandra only watched her husband on their bed. Keep the suitcase after it is finished, and store it near their bedroom door.
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