The Tarnished Wife

Paris Missiles

Rara was still standing between the slightly open door. He saw Zayn sitting accompanied by Cellin standing next to him with his body bent, bringing them closer together.

Rara was even more lazy to see it, because Zayn seemed ordinary, even though Cellin's cleavage was clearly visible with his position like that. Rara, who is a woman, is uncomfortable to see it

“That's Boss Zayn, Miss. Want to go directly in?” the receptionist girl offered Rara.

“Eum .. no need, I just wait in front,” replied Rara and was about to pass from the room to the lobby.

However, Zayn sensed Rara's presence. Before Rara passed from the door of the room, Zayn turned his head towards the door. The figure of the wife who was talking to her employees was clearly visible.

“Honey,” call Zayn who directly stood up and approached Rara.

Rara turned to the source of the voice. While Cellin stood staring intently at Rara from inside the door and examined her from toe to head.

“This wife, Zayn?” ask in the heart.

Cellin felt Rara's appearance was nothing special. Rara is far from sexy, but she wonders why this kind of woman Zayn likes. According to Cellin, even though the appearance is much sexier and more beautiful than Rara.

Rara was still standing outside the door of the room, until Zayn approached her. Zayn turned his back on Cellin, while Rara and Cellin looked at each other. Rara can feel the aura of Cellin's dislike for her. Cellin did already know Rara's face from uploading Zayn. However, Rara has absolutely no idea how Cellin looks like, she only knows his name from Zayn's sister.

“Hey, why just stand here. Come log in!” said Zayn by holding Rara's waist.

Rara shakes. “Let me disturb. I'll wait in the lobby.” Rara put on a face.

Zayn laughs. He could feel an aura of jealousy from Rara's face and Zayn liked the situation. “What's there because there's him?”

Rara pouted.

“Bos, Miss. Excuse me first,” said the receptionist girl.

“Eh, wait. What's your name?” ask Rara at the reception.

“Name Mitha,” replied Zayn and the girl pu nodded.

“I'm not the same as you.” Rara glanced at Zayn and returned to Mitha.

Zayn smiled and rubbed his non-itchy chin.

“Mitha, I made you a cake. It!” Rara handed over her homemade cake to share with her friends who worked with her husband.

“Make me where?” ask the spoiled Zayn.

“I love Jack aja,” rara answered a lie and Zayn also saw the row of three that Rara still holds in her right hand.

“Do not! it's yummy. It's got me.” Zayn immediately snatched the green cloth from Rara's hand and pulled Rara into the room.

Rara followed Zayn's steps with her hand still held by the hand of the husband walking in front.

“Cel, this is my wife,” said Zayn introduced Rara to Cellin.

“Honey, this is Cellin.” Zayn smiled at his wife.

Rara raised her hand to shake at Cellin without a smile, as Cellin did. The beautiful model did not display her smile at all in front of Rara.

“Rara.”

“Cellin.”

“Zayn, this!” Jack suddenly walked into the room and when he raised his head, he saw a slightly tense situation in this room. “Ups, Sorry I interrupted.”

“No, Jack. What's up?”

“Hai, Cel” Jack greets Cellin whose face looks grim. “Hai, Ra.” Jack greeted Rara, who had the same face.

Rara and Cellin are like Zayn's first and second wives who meet in one house. They stand across.

Jack smiled at Zayn as he walked towards him for advice on the job he was holding. They also talked for a moment. While Rara just stood up by playing her legs while looking down. While Cellin with his arrogant style sat like a princess while removing the phone from his expensive bag.

“Yes, Jack. I'm okay,” Zayn told his assistant.

“Oke for that.” Jack is done meeting his boss. Then, he said before leaving Zayn. “Tensely tight in the room.”

“Doi.” Zayn glanced at Rara who was not looking at him.

“He's jealous of Cellin?” ask Jack.

They talk to each other in whispers.

“Maybe,” Zayn replied.

Then, Rara set her sights on Zayn and Jack. He felt he was the object of the two men's conversation.

Zayn and Jack looked down at the paper on Zayn's desk. They laugh.

“Lu didn't choose wrong, Bro. Pantes willing to wait for his widow.” Whisper Jack again before leaving Zayn.

Zayn laughed as he pushed Jack out of the room.

Cellin Langung stood up, seeing that Zayn had finished with Jack. She approached Rara's husband. “Zayn, Come to the studio room!”

“Daddy, you have lunch first. Just got another job. Sick later. Come!” Rara pulled on Zayn's other arm.

Hearing Rara call Zayn's name Daddy, Cellin gets hotter.

Zayn took Cellin's hand off his arm. “You get there first, Cel. There is Sam.”

It just so happened that Cellin was back involved in one project with Zayn and it wasn't long. Zayn also asked Cellin to be photographed by his other mainstay photographers who are still on their team.

“I just want in the same photo you. I don't want to be with Sam,” Cellin said.

Rara squeezed her husband's body, because it turns out the woman in front of him is shameless.

Zayn turned to his wife. “Honey, I'm going to the studio first yes.”

“Ngga. You have to eat first. It's lunch hour. Rest first, only later work again.” Rara looked at her husband.

Zayn smiled. “So Sweet really.” He pulled the tip of Rara's nose.

Then, the direction Zayn's eyes turn on Cellin. “Cel, sorry yes. I eat first. You go to the studio first. There is Sam and other friends.”

Cellin pouted and stomped his feet out.

Rara smiled satisfiedly at Cellin who looked very upset. He was about to let go of his hand that was wrapped around Zayn's arm.

“Eits, where are you going?” asked Zayn by holding Rara's hand so as not to escape from his arm.

Zayn likes it when Rara sulks and spoils at him.

“Ish, ganjen.” Rara pushed her husband's shoulder.

“Who is odd?” zayn asked while shrugging his shoulders.

Rara walked towards the table and opened the innate bushel earlier. “You are, in gelayutin his hand is silent. Basic playboy.”

Zayn laughs. “You're jealous?”

Rara shook her head without looking at Zayn. He remained focused on the food he was opening. “Ngga. why jealous. Excited power,” replied Rara lied.

Zayn smiled and approached his wife. He hugged Rara's waist and said right in Rara's soft hijab-wrapped ear. “Jealous also nothing. I love being jealous of you.”

Rara looked towards her husband. “Ih, ge-er.” Rara smiled.

Zayn was anxious and hugged his wife's body from behind tightly. He also inhaled the scent of blosom from the fabric that Rara wore. “Honey, I want to eat you first, can?”

“Zayn, what the hell. It's in the office.” Rara moved her body so that Zayn would not hug her too tightly.

“Don't move much, Honey. Later down there getting up,” said Zayn with a tone that began a little heavy.

“Zayn,” shouted Rara annoyed, because her husband was really perverted.

Rara managed to loosen that embrace and turned her body around. He saw the bottom of Zayn which had indeed ballooned.

“Ck ... It's a Paris missile, no fatigue yes.”

Zayn laughs. “What do you call it?”

“Paris missile,” replied Rara while moving the provisions to the sofa table.

They moved to the couch to enjoy lunch there.

"Your Paris missiles don't macem! Later I will not give rations," said Rara.

Zayn laughed again. "This portion of the Paris Missile wants to be the same as you. He doesn't want to be with the others."

Rara sneers. Then, stroking the paris missile while saying, “later tonight yes. Now you have to hold on.”

Zayn laughed and hugged Rara again. “Dapet you are very complete yes, Beib.”

“What?”

“Beautiful, soft, nice, and naughty.” Zayn emphasized on the last words.

“Zayn, I'm not naughty,” whine Rara.

“Ngga naughty but wild.” Zayn laughs.

“This is because you.”

“So the same one that used to not be like this?” ask Zayn.

Rara shakes. “Ngga. Cannot. Don't know why.”

“Udah ah, let's eat! I'm bribe.” Rara lifted one part of the bushel before Zayn and prepared to feed her husband.

Zayn was still smiling and looking at the beautiful face of his wife. He was really lucky that marrying Rara not only had his body, but also his heart.