The Substitute

Bucin or susis

Ameera arrived at the top floor of the building among a security guard. This was the first time she had set foot in the CJG building, she was so amazed by the grandeur of her husband's office. They're approaching the secretary's desk.

"Good day, is Mr Ozan inside?" ask the security officer.

"There, Sir. Can anyone help?"

"Please tell me, Miss Ameera wants to meet."

"Miss Ameera?" he said while watching Ameera from toe to head, just like the receptionist did.

I know Mr. Ozan's wife's name is Ameera, right? Mr. Rudi's son. Is this the guy. He's still very young. And her appearance does not describe her as the wife of a director.

"Ehem." Ameera shook the secretary.

"Sir Ozan is having an important meeting, Miss." said the secretary.

"All right, I'll just go home" he said. He's already leaving from there. But Ozan's secretary immediately called him.

"Wait, Miss. I'll tell Mr. Ozan first." He knocked on the door of the room and entered as Ozan's voice came from inside.

"Excuse me sir, someone wants to see you. "

Ozan furrowed his brows, not usually his secretary interrupted his meeting just because of the arrival of a guest.

Ameera emerged from behind the secretary, making Ozan round his eyes. I can't believe I saw who came.

"Ameera? "

Did I not see wrong. Uh. yes it is. Inner Ozan.

Ameera who was standing behind the secretary looked at Ozan with a sour face.

So this is an important meeting. Sit alone in a room with a beautiful woman. The door's closed again. They

Ozan immediately approached Ameera who was standing at the door.

"Tumben you're here, yank" he said, inviting Ameera into his room.

"There's a need!" answer's short.

"You sit down, yeah, I'm still in a meeting."

Ozan sat Ameera next to him as he continued. Ameera plays her phone while waiting for Ozan to finish the meeting. He glanced at Ozan and the woman in front of him with the tail of his eyes. Making the woman who was in a meeting with Ozan awkwardly get a hostile look from Ameera.

The ac of this room is on, right? But why am I overheated huh.

"I want to go home." whispered Ameera into Ozan's ear. He was about to stand up but Ozan pulled his hand.

"Wait a minute." said Ozan slowly. Ameera sat down again with her sour face.

Not long after the meeting was over. The beautiful woman said goodbye to Ozan. Seeing Ozan shake hands with another woman made Ameera's soul burn.

"So that important meeting, sitting together in a closed room" Ameera said when they were both in the room. Ameera's words were like innuendo to her husband. Ozan sat down next to Ameera.

"I work, yank. Not cheating."

"Where do I know. You were both here with that aunt." said Ameera regretfully.

"Aunty?"

"Yes, that aunt..."

"Yes, sorry yank."

"Why? Why are you even apologizing? What mistakes have you made?" ask Ameera.

"Huh?"

"So you didn't call me baby, you didn't hug me when I came. Why?"

"You don't want to be hugged. If I hugged you earlier, then you reflex my tabok how? I'm embarrassed, yank."

Ameera did not respond to Ozan. He even plays his phone. Not caring about Ozan who is trying hard to persuade him.

"Yes, I hugged" Ozan said, stretching out his hand.

"Religion. It's not taste. I want to go home" Ameera stood up to leave Ozan out of the room. He even forgot his main purpose of coming to the CJG office. Ozan nodded and immediately ran after him.

Just take me to the Amazon River, Yank.

"Yank." call Ozan and draw Ameera's hand.

"Go away, I'm going home." He tried to let go of his hand, but Ozan held it firmly.

"Yank... here falter. Time to go home. He said there was a need." Ozan again persuaded his wife.

Forgiver. Since pregnancy why did her behavior become like this.

"Not be."

Ozan glanced at his secretary who had been holding back his laughter since seeing Ozan trying hard to persuade his wife. He invited Ameera back into his room.

"Talk inside." take Ozan by the shoulder and force him back into his room.

The secretary also shook his head, did not think it turned out that his boss was a husband afraid of his wife.

That's bucin what's susis huh? insinuations

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Ameera sat on the sofa while Ozan sat crouching in front of her. The man had even run out of sense persuading his wife who had been angry since was unclear.

Gini really ngadepin pregnant women.

"You jealous yank?" Finally Ozan dared to ask the thing that had been held in his heart.

"Who's the. ehhhmmmmm"

Ozan pulls the nape of Ameera and kisses her lips affectionately. The longer it goes deeper. He could not stand the adorable behavior of Ameera who did not want to admit her jealousy. Ameera was swept away in her husband's warm kiss. His heart is beating fast. Ozan who felt Ameera did not refuse to take advantage of the opportunity and deepened his kiss.

I think it is. Let me get slashed with samurai.

After feeling Ameera's breath begin to sting, only then did Ozan release it. Ameera was sculpting, she had trouble breathing. His face was even red so shamefully.

"Breaths are hard, huh? Need an artificial breath?" Ozan whispered at a very close distance to Ameera's face making her plain face even more red.

With a sigh Ameera patted her face with her palm. Trying to regain consciousness. He blinked his eyes several times with his mouth open making Ozan even more anxious with his behavior.

What's he doing? Why am I so happy to be kissed so suddenly. Aaa... Why am I so slovenly.

When he regained consciousness, Ameera only realized that there was Ramon and Ozan's secretary there who stood in the doorway and had been a spectator of the messara scene since. Don't know how red Ameera's face is now. She hid her face in her husband's chest. However, Ozan instead looks very relaxed mesraanya scene caught Ramon and his secretary. He hugged Ameera who pushed his face against her. His secretary chose to leave the room.

While Ramon, instead of going out, even mocked the couple.

"If you want to be that friendly, see if there are people first. Do not play nyosor aja." said Ramon who immediately got a plot from Ozan, as if saying do not invite the martial world.

Watch out lu Ram. Your talk wreaks havoc for me later.

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