Wife For Faith

Chapter 73

The next morning, Aiman was well dressed. A white shirt fitted with a black suit, as well as material pants further made the man look like a Businessman. Not to miss the tie that wrapped around his neck, perfect.

Eits, wait a minute!

But, as if there is less? About what? It's hard to find the difference. Clothes, neat. Tie, mantle. Hair, misting. So, what else?

"Why?" asked the man flatly without expression.

"Ah, I know!" exclaim Fatimah fast.

"What, anyway, Ummaya? You're making me surprised."

Fatimah immediately framed the face of the husband to make the lips of the ax look like a duck. Very amusing. Cup.

"What'sthis? Wanna woo, eoh?" Aiman folded his lips inward with a red hue that began to creep down on both of his cheeks. "No problem!" he added, then looked the other way, but could not.

Fatimah chuckled, while still holding firmly the handsome face of her husband today. "Udah, don't bother. There's still tomorrow, Bi. So, do not try Mas Asa who crave because it is not bought a toy, deh." Fatimah nosed her husband's nose.

Sweet. So sweet. Fatimah is most able to make Aiman not at home linger long sulking. There was just the adorable act of the woman so that the man was devastated, like a cheap person who was only touched a little directly hayo.

"Suami Fati, utu-utu-utu. Play, yuk!" Tempt the woman again, while acting like a pet cat who is asking the attention of the employer.

"Aish, shut up, honey! You're really driving me crazy."

"Loh, why?" fatimah asked, blinking her eyes intentionally.

Aiman is made to not dwell on any sight of Fatima in a spoiled, sulking fashion.like now. It's carrying around all day, but, uh, but time doesn't allow it.

"Darling, stop it! Or, you are deliberately doing that so that I do not go, continue to lock you in the room all day? Is that what you want?" The man immediately bombarded the wife with so many questions that their bodies were now in bed.

Fatimah held back laughter as their faces were so close, that even the scent of mint coming out of her husband's mouth was tickling her sense of smell. The man's eyes looked over irritatedly, but longed. The wife's flickering hand was lifted up to reach the jaw firmly belonging to the soulmate.

Aiman stared confused at the change in attitude of the wife. He traced the smooth white face of the woman in front of him. There was doubt, fear, even sadness behind his smile today. The man's eyes flickered, then brought their faces closer until the forehead stuck together.

"What's this thing called a hunch, eoh?" ask Aiman without distancing their faces.

The woman's eyes looked softly at the husband who was so close. There were feelings that could not be expressed, but what he felt at this moment was wanting to hold back the departure of the husband. "It's too much if I keep you here?"

The man kissed the lips that were only so close to him. "Son, Honey. Abi even smirked you said it now. Because if you wait, no one knows what will happen. Maybe you'll spend a month, or even a year? AW, sick, Ummaya," he whined when ya gan the wife pinched his waist.

Fatimah who was anxious with her husband then wrapped her hands around Aiman's body. Those eyes stared at the warning towards Aiman. "Emang Abi want us not to reprimand each other for a year? If I were, anyway, No. Mending go find co–"

"Sttt!" Aiman's palm perched in front of his wife's mouth. "Once again umma say that again, Abi will not hesitate to menggurung umma full day!"

The woman's eyes seemed defiant, replacing her lips that were being locked by the man's hand.

"Oho, it looks like my wife really needs to be taught a lesson. Okay, let's have fun, honey!" After which, all the threads wrapped around their bodies began to splatter on the floor. The intention to leave was stopped just because he wanted to punish the woman down there.

No shouting, let alone rejection. They seem to enjoy every touch at the pivot point that becomes the center of a worldly pleasure. Everything is so fun, so happy that the melody can always be an opium in every game.

Forgetting the vision and mission that has been memorized in his brain to obey the wishes of the couple. All become words of love. Like the master seducer who wants to catch prey, they do not let time stop any passionate activity.

Meanwhile, the HRD has been urged by the company's leader to ask the whereabouts of the applicant who he said would come this morning. However, until noon it was not even visible nose stem that made the woman tickle upset.

"I called him, Mom. But, even the voice of the operator who answered him," said the secretary a little frightened.

"Go!" throw him out without expression.

After the departure of the secretary, the woman who was sitting on her throne stared sinisterly at the cityscape in front of her eyes.

"It looks like my bait this time didn't work for him. Okay, it's okay. I'll make another bait to snare you back, "he said rusefully.