TIRED Season 1-3

Part 17 (S2)

That night, Sheilla came out of the bathroom wearing her favorite towel. Proxy, a name that he pinned on a creature called frog aka frog. Aiden who was reading a business magazine in his bed turned his gaze to the wife who had just come out of the bathroom, the mission will be carried out. He thought with pleasure.

Syeilla immediately headed for her walk in closed to wear her nightgown, the clock still showing at eight o'clock at night, Aiden was smiling an indistinct smile at the place where she was sitting at this time. Syeilla asked just moving her lips without making a sound.

"What's wrong?"

Aiden immediately got up from the bed and approached Sheilla who was currently sitting at her dressing table.

Aiden immediately picked up a comb and hair dryer to dry his wife's wet hair.

"What do you want with that thing?" syeilla asked in surprise when her husband was standing behind her by holding onto the object.

"You combed my wife's hair just as much as you want your hair dear." he said and did his activities.

"Can you?"

"Of course, you can all love?" Aiden smiled proudly and then did his job. Syeilla just kept silent while smiling at the look on her husband's face from the mirror.

"Done." show Aiden proudly. He had just completed his first assignment as a kind and gentle husband. But, should? For Aiden it must be.

When his wife smiles, it means his wife is happy then he concludes that whatever makes his wife smile and laugh then he is obliged to do it. The question is, what happened to Aiden?

"Thank you" said Syeilla sincerely.

Aiden nodded with a smile.

"Ehem, dear mas want tonight we perform worship" he said while grinning the horse. Sheilla brushed off her husband's hand that was on her shoulder.

"Mas can sleep first." he said and continued his activities, while Aiden stepped lethargicly towards his bed, his zeal that had flared up was now shattered. He would rather leave than have to yell at his wife because honestly he is currently in an upset mode.

Sheilla noticed the wry and lethargic look on her husband from the mirror, and then smiled mysteriously. Aiden took his sleeping position and pulled the blanket to cover his entire body. Syeilla giggled softly in her place.

"Mas." whispered sexyly but Aiden seemed not to hear it. He still stays in his original position.

"Don't want to turn around hm?" syeilla whispered in Aiden's ear but returned.

"Hm fine if you don't want to, but this shirt is very sexy when I wear a mas. Yes it seems like you have to change your clothes first." sigh Syeilla dramatically.

Hap

Aiden's body had now moved with Syeilla at the bottom, with Aiden's hunting breath looking into his wife's shady eyes with a burning gaze.

"Don't you stop darling." he whispered hoarsely, his eyes were already overwhelmed with lust as he heard his wife's voice coupled with the sexy clothes that were currently wrapped around his wife's slender body.

"I'm yours." said Syeilla, stroking her husband's handsome face.

Without warning Aiden immediately kissed Sheilla softly and emotionally. He even treated Syeilla like a valuable item that if touched too hard will experience cracks.

The long night they went through with a sigh and finally they carried out their respective obligations as husband and wife.

"May he be again present." whispered Aiden as he gently kissed his wife's flat stomach.

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