The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

Not the first night

Angga and Amalia paused for a moment, when the voice of her son called out her name. After his father stopped, the boy ran towards the two of them.

"Dad, Mother. Careful yeah! Cepetan made his sister Azka," said the almost three-year-old boy. The boy seemed to know, the purpose of his father entrusted himself in the place of his grandmother. Angga smiled bitterly at the words of his son. There was guilt in his heart.

"Darling, really want to stay here? Not coming home, all right?" angga asked, bringing his face closer to his son. The boy shook his head, after which he brought his mouth closer to his father's ear.

"Dad, don't nakalin Mommy, huh?" azka whispers make Angga goosebumps. After that, he ran away from his father's place. Seeing this, Amalia raised her eyebrows.

"Azka said what, honey?" ask the young woman to her husband. Angga shook his head and chuckled to see his wife wanted to know what her son whispered to her.

"Later I tell you, when it reaches his house," whispered Angga got a friendly pinch from his wife.

"Dear pain, you always tease me. Not ashamed to see the same papa, there's Azka too, Lo!" Angga held his waist which was pinched by his wife. Seeing the intimacy of the child and his son-in-law made both Amalia's parents laugh.

The couple's young mother and hot daddy then say goodbye to her grandmother and grandfather Azka. They actually left their son at the Sapta sir's house. Feeling the plan was successful, Angga was very excited to drive his car to get there quickly. How to drive Angga hysterically makes his wife. Because it's not just once they almost hit another road user. To the extent that they got a rain of curses from the owner of the vehicle that was almost hit by Angga car.

"Darling, careful. Dong!" lamented Amalia, but instead of slowing down her car. Angga even more forward his car with a fast.

They also arrived at home. Amalia went downstairs and did not wait for her husband to open the car door first. She was still upset with her husband. For not listening to his words. Seeing that, Angga immediately chased after his wife.

"Darling! Sweetheart! Wait dong!" he ran a little after his wife. Amalia did not even look at her husband. His heart was still beating with fear.

"Darling!" Angga pulls Amalia's hand, and Amalia stops.

"You why? Angry at me?" Angga had started to look frustrated seeing his wife pout like that.

"Pake all things! Anyway, why are you driving that car so fast!" gerutu Amalia's. Angga scratched his non-itchy nape. He looked grimly in response to his wife's question.

"Darling, horrifying me. I did that. So we can get home quickly. I can't wait to want EA EA with you," explained Angga immediately made his wife's face red.

Hearing the sound of her employer's car, Ms. Mina rushed to open the door for her employer. After the door opened, Amalia and Angga entered the house, before she greeted her domestic assistant first. After that they went to the upper room.

When he was in his room. Amalia went to the bathroom to clean herself up. When finished, it is now Angga's turn to enter the bathroom.

After bathing, Angga headed to the bed to approach his wife who was already there. He glanced at his wife's body. The woman wore a spaghetti-styled nightgown, to accentuate her fine curves. Looking at that scene, the instant his blood rippled violently.

Instantly Angga pulled the nape of Amalia and silenced his wife's mouth. The moans began to sound. Angga smiled at his kiss because Amalia without awkward to reply to his treatment with no less great. Could this be the effects of longing that culminated between the two?

"Darling, are you ready?" asked Angga with a hoarse voice. The woman nodded slowly.

The cold night was not felt at all by the two people who were burning passion. Enches and sighs adorned the newlyweds room. Angga really fulfilled his wish that night. Not enough, he planted his seed in his wife's womb. They did that over three rounds. Until Amalia's face looks pale, then Angga stopped his activities.

He's really happy. It was a beautiful night for Angga. After the incident four years ago. Now his passion is back passionate, and that can only be felt when making love with Amalia.

The next morning, after performing dawn prayers. Amalia returned to her bed again. His body was like being hit by a train. His bones crumbled like he was pushing a tronton on strike. Seeing that, Angga did not stay him. He went to the kitchen to make ginger milk for his wife.

A glass of warm ginger milk was brought by Angga to his room again. Soon he gave the ginger milk to his wife.

"Darling, this minimal! let your body eat it." Amalia took a glass of ginger milk and sipped the drink. Sure enough, after drinking that drink Amalia's body was a little better.

"I'm sorry, honey. I made you lemes like this!" angga said to embrace his wife's body.

"I'm deliverance. After all, your body is opium to me."

"Yes, it should be. I don't want you to look at another woman. If that happens, I'll cut your bird off." Amalia turned her hand to the sensitive part of Angga. With a reflex Angga held it while swallowing his Slavina.

"Geez, baby, how will I cut it?" asked Angga with a clear face.

"That's why you don't macem, baby. Just be careful if that happens. I won't forgive you" Amalia threatened, Angga shuddered. It seems that his wife's threat is not kidding.

"I promise you, baby. That's never gonna happen. Because you know, tole does not want to stand if you do not go into your cave," Amalia also laughed because of her Husband's words.

"Any mistake I'll forgive. But not with that one." It seems Amalia is still imagined with Angga's dissatisfied past being in a relationship with one woman. So that woman talks like that. There was a little fear in Amalia. Her husband's illness will recur someday. Until before that happened, he had already warned Angga.

That morning they spent it in their room. Even eating, Angga who took it in the kitchen. That day, Angga treated his wife like a queen, to the bathroom only Angga Temenin. Seeing his wife who walked like a penguin, made him not have the heart to do any activity.

"Dear you're funny, huh! Walk like that penguin!" Amalia stared intently at her husband.

"I think I'm this because of who?" Angga.

"Udah don't sulk, dong." In between their chat, Ms. Mina knocked on the door of their room, telling them that someone was looking for Angga.

To be continued