When the Wife of the Dough Changed

MY SPOILED WIFE EPSD 1

"Mas I miss." Serra my wife, put her hand around my neck.

"Ra, this is in the office. Don't be like this" I said. I don't understand why my wife never knew the place. Hugging at the office. My marriage was unknown to the office. I married Serra because she was betrothed by Mami and Papi. Yes, in modern times like this my parents are still setting me up.

As a child, of course, I want to be devoted to both parents. That is one of them by accepting this match. Married Serra, the spoiled woman I've met.

"This is in your room, so no one will see. I've also locked the door." Serra scoffed, her hands still coiled around my neck.

"Mas" he whined like a child.

"What?"

"Nrank .."

"Jude, what do you want?" ask me, let's hurry. Let him get back to work. So, this Serra works at the company I lead.

"You hug" he said very spoiled.

"okay." I pulled him into the deckap. Hugged it very tightly. My marriage to her has been going on for two months, and the last month I just found out that Serra is really spoiled. Likes to suddenly ask for a hug and kiss.

"Maos ..."

"Hm?"

"Mas I miss you?" She's staring.

"Obsolutely normal. Every day we meet."

"You answer that, anyway." Serra pouting.

"Yes, I miss you too" I said, forcing a smile.

"Well, that's dong." Instantly his face turned radiant.

"Go back to work and eat out, yuk," he asked.

"Where to eat?"

Serra was still looking at me and seemed to be thinking. I just breathe slowly.

"You are a bitch. He he."

I snorted thinly. "And you who eat outside means you are indenting dong, Ra."

"Yes, Mas aja. Da? It's what determines where we eat." Serra buried her head in my chest. His two hands were coiled around this waist.

"Yes, Ra, I'll decide" he said at last.

"Yes, thank my husband." He landed a light kiss on my cheek.

"Not kiss back?" tanyanya.

Hhhhh, he was always like this. If I didn't kiss her back, I'd be pouting.

Cup.

I kissed her in a long moment.

"I'm back at work, yeah."

Good, that's what this woman should do right away.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Bah, Mas Devan."

"Yeah, Dah, Serra," I said.

When my wife had left the room, I immediately dropped this body on the chair and exhaled heavily. Patience Devan, patience. Having that spoiled wife, yes, does have to be patient.

A few minutes later, the door to my work room was knocked back. I round my eyes, lest Serra come again. I patted the jidat, uh but if it's not possible Serra knocked on the door first usually he just barged in. Besides being spoiled, Serra does sometimes act disrespectful.

I looked up at my sitting position, then, "Get in."

The door opened, and a female figure appeared who was now smiling towards me. Stroll gracefully toward my desk, without forgetting she closed the door first.

The Gita. Yes, the woman in front of me right now is Gita. My ex-lover. He decided on me five months ago, but he himself has been approaching me lately. In fact, not infrequently he often visited my office, as it is today.

"Put, Van," she said softly. His smile still adorned his face.

"Siang," I said. Flat.

"May I sit."

"Please."

"What's wrong?" sanku.

"Yes, I want to see you."

I grieved if he wasn't ashamed to say that. After he picked another man and left me. And, worse, that guy was a close friend of mine. Until now my friendship has to be strained because of this woman.

"Don't you miss me?" tanyakanya.

"No" I replied firmly.

"Van, come on. Don't pretend. You must have missed me. I know you must still love me, too" he said confidently.

"Excuse me Mr. Devan, this is a file ..."

Gita and I looked at the door.

Serra.

I round my eyes.

He looked at me sharply, before he finally left without a word.

I resigned after this he must be angry and will silence me like that time. At that time, Gita and I met me in a cafe when I was with Serra.

That time alone he kept me quiet for three days. And now I don't know.