Touch My Body's

Subordinate Fate

"R...."

"What?"

"We don't have to hold hands, okay?"

Rama frowned. "Why?"

"I'm ashamed..," said Mulan in a voice that grew quieter at the end of the sentence.

"Ngapain embarrassed, anyway? You, my wife. I've held the other one you've never talked shy before, too" seduced Rama.

"Ish, i-it's another, Ra..," said Mulan.

"Well, hm?"

Mulan clucked irritatedly with a flushed face. "Udah, no abis-abis if I still nanggepin your words!"

Rama laughed, pulling the hand Mulan he held against his chest.

"Yaudah, don't protest anymore I'll hold your hand. Come on, the car is coming," take Rama down from the yacht he rented for three days and two nights.

The two stepped down towards the car where Bora was already waiting for them there. The timid face shown by his superior wife convinced Bora that Rama must have managed to get what he wanted.

It was also seen from Rama who continued to hold Mulan's hands possessively with his head held high up. The thickly silent man must have been very proud in his heart, Inner Bora.

"Welcome back Mr. Rama and Ms. Mulan" Bora said politely.

"Thank you, Drill. We're going straight home, Dad?" rama opened the door for his wife.

"Good, sir." Bora ran quickly around the car and instead opened the door for Rama.

They were sliding off the dock at medium speed.

"Sir, later in the afternoon we have a meeting with our business partners from Indonesia." Bora made a sound, breaking the silence in the car.

"What time?"

"Fifth hour, sir. Looks like you're going to have dinner too." Rama nodded, returning to silence while rubbing the back of Mulan's hand.

"You're not pa-pa, am I staying?" rama asked his wife.

"No pa-pa." Mulan replied briefly.

"The answer is not to be short, dong Sweety. I was so hesitant to know what you'd want to do." Bora reflexes coughed, sitting in the seat behind the wheel.

Hearing her superior call Mulan Sweety made the glasses guy tickle himself inwardly.

"Why Lo, huh?!" jutting Rama kicked the chair in front of him.

"No-no, sir. My stabbing suddenly itches..," said Bora reasoned.

Rama squealed, looking back at his wife. "You don't pa-pa I'm staying daft, Sweety?" ask Rama again to make sure.

"Yes, not pa-pa. You, my time work must come with you, too" said Mulan as she is.

Actually, you can come along. But this is not the right time, Lan.

"Yaudah, here's another deck." Rama pulls Mulan further and clings to her.

"Don't go far, later I miss..," continued Rama deliberately membombing his woman.

Bora coughed again, trying to hold back the laughter so as not to come out at the wrong time. This was the first time Bora had listened to her superior son speak so sweetly to a woman. Rama was not the man he knew, he thought.

Hearing Bora's coughing voice again, Rama snorted, staring at his assistant from the rearview mirror beside the steering wheel with his back leg kicking his chair. He knew Bora must be making fun of him now.

"Once again Lo coughs like that, Drill. I got you down on the street!" threaten Rama who immediately get a pinch from Mulan.

Bora felt his laughter would explode now, let alone see the behavior of his superiors who had always been fierce to him so far made Bora not believe a Rama could also be bucin and act silly like this.

"Smooth little by the way, Ra..," Mulan whispered slightly.

"Well Bora first, why did I get a pinch, anyway?! It should be Bora, the one you pinch!" rama's protest was not blamed.

"Ish, shame on you!" mulan again pinched her husband's arm.

Rama, who did not accept, held Mulan's hands together, go forward and lean the woman into the car seat and kiss her lips without caring Bora who is still staring at the behavior of the couple from the rearview mirror next to the wheel.

Surprised by the view back there, Bora reflexively steps on the car brakes until Rama falls thrown into the front seat.

"Oh...!" rama's cry held his throbbing head instantly.

"Jeez .. I'm sorry, sir." Quickly Bora helped Rama up, sitting back to the back seat beside Mulan.

"Aren't you pa-pa, Ra?" ask Mulan to worry. "Where is sick?" she again observed her husband's body.

"Taii .. want me to fire Lo, Drill!" angry Rama holds his head

"It hurts so bad Sweety..," pointed Rama at his head.

"What's wrong with you, Bor? How come you suddenly?" Mulan joined in anger at her husband's assistant who was bowed down feeling guilty.

"Sorry, Mom. There was a cat that suddenly crossed," lied Bora.

There was no way he was telling the truth, Rama would definitely directly kick him down from the car at this moment.

"Oh my goodness .. next time take the car carefully, Bor. Fortunately Rama is okay, if he sucked and forgot what memory?" Mulan still continues to lecture the bespectacled man with her hands still gently twitching the head of Rama.

The man whom Mulan was defending could not hide her happiness in heart. Her feelings were never as this flower was noticed by women. Occasionally Rama whimpers beside Mulan to continue to attract the attention of the woman who seems very worried about her.

"Still sick?"

"Yes, Ty..," spoiled Rama.

"Yaudah, here lie first. His head is mandarin on my thigh." Rama nodded quickly, hurriedly dropping his head on his wife's thigh.

The man embraces Mulan's waist with the body facing her queen's belly and both legs bent inward. Like a child sleeping on his mother's lap, Rama felt a soft sweep of Mulan's hand on his head with a padded thigh pillow reminding him of Amanda's treatment when he was a child.

Warm and comfortable, Rama could finally feel this way again after so many years. The man's heart warmed with happiness filling his heart and mind.

From the front seat Bora screeched inwardly. He should have had someone else pick them up instead of seeing the affection the couple showed.

Ah ... the fate of subordinates without a boyfriend makes the journey to the house of his superiors feel very long and upsetting. Bora could hear strange noises followed by the sound of a kiss that alternated with a small laugh from the two back there.

Bora again could only grunt, trying to heed her own hearing from the dangerous temptations that made her single soul wrangle.

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