The True Love of the Ceo

Psssst!

"Come, go home." Iam stretched out his hand to carry his wife.

"In a minute," beg Lila.

"Wait for what? Wait for Satpol razia sir? Keep running away together?"

"Well, how do you know that here you like raids?" Lila blinked her eyes. "Come here, huh? Hayo, I'm not."

"Eh, where there is. Let's go home, maghrib. Pamali, maghrib's outside."

"Yes," resigned Lila, then dropped into the arms of the husband.

Iam turned on his motorbike, and Lila sat in the back and hugged him tightly. Exactly, like two young people who are still sweet with love.

They also walked, through the crowded afternoon lane with young people who were also hanging out there.

"Tomorrow, Papa's coming home" said Iam. Lila slightly took off her embrace, but Iam held her back.

"Cock, spit?"

"Yes, rather than happen again, Mother and Dona dispute. Just want us to be at peace."

"But, Lila...."

"Be reasonable. Smile, when needed. Don't keep Lila who's looking for hospitality. Let it flow as it is." hold Iam in Lila's hand.

"Yes" he nodded, propping his chin on the husband's shoulder.

They arrived home, just before the Maghrib. Lila got down and went straight in, to clean herself up. Not to forget, Iam prayed maghrib together.

"What is Lila going to eat?" Iam trying to find his wife's taste.

"Either. No taste yet, Mommy."

"Don't have no taste. Baby inget in the well, later malnutrition." reprimanded the husband, who folded his prayer mat neatly.

"Engga," lila bellowed, then ran down to find Mami Dona's sweet acid for her.

"Mas, can this?" call Lila. Iam came down, watching what Lila was carrying.

"Enak," he praised, at the cuisine.

"That's, made by an ex-Mami." Lila stuck out her tongue.

"Lilaaaa," looked at Iam sharply. Lila just smiled, while lifting teflon to warm the food. His stomach is now often bloated, so it is necessary to often eat warm food to be more comfortable.

Lila prepared the rice on the table, while Iam stirred the food that was being heated. They were both compact, because Mba Tatik only took care of the large house, and occasionally took care of clothes if Lila was exhausted.

"Darling, what kind of heat is this?" call Iam. Lila approached him immediately, and asked for a spoon for him to taste back.

"Where?" lila Pinta. "Later if it's hot, Lila's tongue can blister."

Iam took it with a spoon. Give it to Lila. But, when Lila was about to receive. Not a spoon filled with gravy that reaches his lips. Instead, Iam's lips actually kissed him.

"Eh, he said he told you to eat?" pat Lila on her husband's shoulder.

"That's it, just fuck it."

"Engga," refused Lila.

"Come, here. A little bit, a little bit, seriously."

Lila just glanced, when Iam teased her. The kiss, the caress, all received Lila sweetly. Replying a little with the spoiled smile she always liked. In fact, Iam firmly raised Lila's body sitting on the stove table made of marble.

Their lips meet and play there. And Iam's hands were always made anxious and opiate with every inch of the wife's body. Unfortunately, everything stopped when Lila's stomach rang.

"Kan, laper." Iam just stalling a smile, and back down his body. Then, sit down at the dining table. Bak enjoyed a special dinner, but with a makeshift menu.

"Pssst.." Iam code on the wife.

"What?"

"Udah full?"

"Later on, it's still big belly" said Lila, who leaned her body on the shoulder of the chair.