When a Neglected Wife Moves

Mission___Married

According to the plan after noon event at his orphanage, Ranti visited his son's house accompanied by Reno and several other bodyguards.

Dylan did not expect his mother to set foot in his home, because all this time he knew Edbert had never allowed the woman to visit his son's house.

Edbert wanted Dylan himself to come to his palace but it seemed that lately Edbert's defense was a little shaky after Dylan really did not want to return even after Edbert helped his relationship with Jelita.

From the look in his eyes, Dylan really hated his father. It may be natural for anyone to be sick if they see someone they love hurt.

Ranti had not had time to eat lunch, so Dylan all invited his mother and future wife to lunch together in his big house.

The clink that was accidentally made by the touch of a steak knife and fork sounded occasionally inside there.

"Mommy why did you just come here? Does Mama want to live with me now? My mom will not be lonely here. Soon Dylan's marrying Jelita." Dylan turned to his future wife "Yes, right, baby?" Ask smile.

"Emm." Call Jelita "Of course." Her smile.

"Mommy came here, just wanted to whine at you, Dylan. Mommy wants you to go home and bring your wife too. Daddy you're not young anymore. He needs a successor. While you're all he has, pity him, Dylan." Ranti. His right hand was holding Dylan's left hand now.

Long enough, Dylan was silent with an inner struggle and Jelita's left hand fell on Dylan's right hand later.

"Dylan, why not answer? Mommy's waiting for your answer." Soft talk.

"How about we finish the meal first?" Dylan alternately looked at the two beautiful women.

Ranti and Jelita agreed then after finishing lunch together, Dylan invited his mother and future wife to sit on the sofa in the living room.

Jelita was right on Dylan's right side while Ranti was on the other sofa facing her son's seat.

Ranti also complained about everything that had happened in her husband's mansion to her only son.

Dylan hardened his jaw when he heard his mother's complaints. Apparently there are things that Ranti knows but let it happen just like that without being tried.

"So. Can Mami still whine at you, Dylan?" Ranti said with a hopeful look.

"Dylan, ..." Not finished Dylan Ranti's speech was already chimed.

"Mommy still needs a lot of money for your sisters in the orphanage, Mami can't possibly let Hendra take your Daddy's place, right? Surely she'd be using her powers if that happened, Mami still isn't willing to lose your Daddy's company."

"But, ..." Dylan's just gonna interrupt his mother's words. Yet. Suddenly Jelita grabbed Dylan's cheek and whispered something in the man's ear.

Ranti just smiled looking at the two of them.

"Hmm?" After getting a whisper Dylan furrowed his forehead staring towards Jelita from a very close distance "Mission?" Ask.

Jelita nodded while smiling "Yes mission. Let's just accept Mami's offer with this mission!" His proposal while smiling enthusiastically.

Hearing the whispers of the two Ranti looks curious but does not dare to ask anything to her sons.

Jelita whispered something back and this time Dylan giggled amusedly receiving a whisper from his lover.

"Why are you laughing?" Jelita protested with frowning lips while patting hard on Dylan's arm.

"This is why anyway? Is Mami here just to witness your intimacy?" Change the protest.

Jelita nudged Dylan's elbow while staring urgently at the man "Dylan!" Declared.

Dylan snorted but everything Jelita whispered to him was enough to make this handsome man melt.

"Ok," Nags Dylan in the end "Dylan wants to go back to Daddy's house. But after we got married, Mami could be patient, couldn't she wait?" Ask Ranti.

"Dear promise?" Ranti said smiling happily, after so many years she will finally live one roof with her son back.

Dylan and Jelita nodded in agreement.

Dylan did accept the mission Jelita proposed but he also had to make sure his relationship with Jelita was married before the mission.

Everything can happen outside the plan, but if they are already in one bed at least will increase 25 percent more success rate.

Let's just say Dylan will do a mission with his wife in a big house covered in her mother's grief. A house with too many traitors in it.

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The day changed, the frenzied sound was so noisy around the luxurious villa which was dominated by white. The strands of organdi cloth are flying in the wind of the beach tonight.

No doubt, Dylan & Jelita are the ones who are holding a wedding reception in a beachfront villa.

At exactly 18:00 on June 06, Dylan signed the marriage book with his beautiful woman.

The event is simple, according to Marseille because in the past when married Jelita and Brandon thousands of invited guests.

But Jelita's second marriage only invited no more than a thousand guests, including only close relatives and important business partners.

No problem for Dylan, as long as he can marry Jelita Maharani all he agrees. Unmitigated the handouts he brought were some land certificates whose breadth could be to build a golf course.

Marseille was still flabbergasted despite being used to besananan with Anson who was also rich.

All members of the Jelita family are happy after getting to know more closely the prospective daughter-in-law for several months.

Dylan was affectionate, meek, never saying no to everything Jelita said, though cold but never showing the cold with Jelita.

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The night is getting late at the same time the guests at the wedding villa Dylan & Jelita also receded.

Mirea then approached the bride who is now wrapped in a very beautiful white dress unfortunately Jelita look tortured with her beautiful dress.

"Honey, you just take a break. I think you're too tired." He said as he gently rubbed his daughter's cheek.

Jelita nodded as she was already very tired of "Yes Mah."

Mirea led her daughter while several servants lifted the tail of the newlyweds dress. They entered and climbed the stairs to the bridal room located on the top floor.

"Jelita is beautiful." Some of the guests who are still there always say amazed at this beautiful woman "Thank you." Jelita with her sweet smile.

"You sore, baby? It's pale like this." Tanya Mirea looked worried.

"Not really Mah." Reply Jelita is calming.

"Emmh, but still you have a lot of rest after this."

Mirea knew her daughter had been to and fro preparing for the wedding with enthusiasm, not even infrequently Jelita also did not sleep so enthusiastically. I don't know, even though it wasn't the first wedding, Jelita was so excited.

Skin care, following Kegel exercises, also all activities that can make her more confident to touch her husband Jelita has done.

Even if widows don't feel like widows at least, I hope Dylan isn't disappointed even though he's not a virgin.

Then how is this? The first night actually looks weak because it is too tired with all the preparations, what else turns out today is the fifth day of his monthly guests. Jelita thought it would be finished before the first night but apparently until this second has not subsided as well.

After escorting her daughter into the bridal room, Mirea returned to the floor where the event was still being held, there are still guests who need to be met, namely some distant relatives who do not go home and all stay in one of the villa's rooms.

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On the side of the bed Jelita stood with a pale face uninspired from being tired for hours standing hands with the invited guests.

Around her body several maids were helping the bride remove her dress.

Then the sound of footsteps approaching, Jelita did not hesitate to turn her head. She saw the handsome face of her husband, who was increasingly radiated after wearing a black tuxedo.

During this time Dylan always wore casual clothes, white t-shirts and jeans. Just like that style. This time Dylan looked completely different than usual.

"Hubby, ..." Jelita smiled in greeting to her husband's arrival.

"I love you dear." Dylan lowered his face towards his wife's blushing lips regardless of the few servants still around him.

Now the women lowered their eyes to the floor, also feeling awkward to see the action of the newlyweds love romance.

"Dylan." Jelita could avoid those lips but could not afford to shuffle because of the troublesome dress.

"Stop Dylan." Jelita's hand held her husband's chest. Yet. Dylan continued to point his lips towards his wife's smooth neck making Jelita stagger slightly back because he was no longer able to fend off her husband's sudden attack.

"Oh." Jelita's release rippled as her smooth neck was scratched by her husband's thin feathers and it made the maids immediately exit the room. They know this time the Master can not hold back his charm activities.

The door was closed from the outside by the servants while Jelita was already sitting on the side of the bed even a little overwhelmed to face the attacks from the lips of her husband.

"Dylan, you know I can't today! You know I'm still, ...."

"Hmm, I know. Play on top first can." The voice sounded tickling in Jelita's ear because at this time Dylan's lips were playing around there to give a wet trace on certain areas.

"But, .. aahh." Another cemelos from Jelita's lips that were released without being able to compromise.

The beautiful side of Jelita has now been painted a sign of ownership and it was the first stamp that landed in the section.

Jelita still let her husband while occasionally squeezing hair on the nape of Dylan when he could not bear to vent his opium gelenyar.

"Dylan, slow down." Jelita breathed as much as possible for the hot kiss that had just begun.

Without breaking their lips. Dylan's hand touched the zipper on the back of his wife's body but unfortunately tried as anything, the man was still unable to open it.

"Ck! Why is it so hard?" In the end, Dylan looked back at his wife's body.

Instead succeed. Apparently, not a zipper but some rope is also a difficult hook in the cone.

Dylan snorted "Honey!" Call it slow but full of intonation.

"Hmm?"

"Why can't it open? How's it going?"

"Ck!" Jelita pushed Dylan's body to lie next to her and pressed her wedding dress.

"Should've let the mbak-mbak that helped me disarm her! You are not a sabaran! Now call them again!" Berang Jelita scowled.

"You mad?"

"I'm tired of wearing such a heavy dress." Jelita's voice grumbled.

"Yes yes. I'll call them again." Dylan moved from his position and walked out, fortunately the servants were still around the door.

"Come in! Help my wife take off her dress!" He said while squeezing a little hair on his head.

"Good sir." The servants entered and Jelita tried to stand back despite the seeming difficulties due to her return dress.

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