Wife Pay

Episode 20's

Arga deliberately grabbed his wife's waist, Jesslyn still faithfully waiting. "All is not free dear" said Arga again to make Jesslyn confused.

Arga smiled grinningly looking fixed on Jesslyn's face lifting up Jesslyn's chin. "Don't you remember that hm?" bargain Arga that Jesslyn immediately understood.

Jesslyn seemed to think for a long time about this, Arga was really looking for an opportunity in narrowness.

"So?" ask Arga. But Jesslyn still can't answer him, she's still confused by Rayan's husband.

Jesslyn again opened her voice staring at Arga's face. "But sir I'm still not finished with my son is my own father who said that I can not prestige so please let me go" asked Jesslyn to Arga.

What Jesslyn said was true was not the right time, Arga himself told her she should not be selfish. "Well then please" replied Arga removing Jesslyn from her arms and smiling at Jesslyn.

Jesslyn walked towards the sofa her son slept on. Putting her briefcase down on a small desk near the sofa.

Jesslyn crouched down looking at her son's sweet face, on the other hand Arga saw the interaction of the two were very sweet. Jesslyn stroked her son's cheeks while smiling.

"If you miss it, you don't have to be angry" Arga said at his desk.

Jesslyn raised her head, "If you are not sincere do not need nawarin support" said Jesslyn julid. His focus he directed again to Rayan who was still cool struggling with his dreams.

His son looks handsome like his father, his face line posture and the gaze of his eagle can captivate the hearts of girls. The combination of the two is emblazoned beautifully in the life of the couple Arga and Jesslyn.

"Haha why are you so cute" Jesslyn said looking at her son's face. Jesslyn kissed her son's soft cheeks. "Mothers are sorry for accidentally saying it's the same as you" Jesslyn stroked her son's brown hair.

In the past, many people thought that Rayan was like a bule because he was too handsome. Brown eyes and brown hair, actually similar to his father. Jesslyn had once dyed her son's hair blond to be like a bule. Her white skin was similar to Jesslyn's and her nose was very similar.

"Good child's service" Jesslyn said with teary eyes.

"Will it be like this and your work will not continue?" said Arga break the atmosphere of the haru.

Jesslyn stood up again, "Good sir is ready" Jesslyn replied, taking out her laptop and files.

"Where am I sitting, sir?" ask Jesslyn.

"In my front seat is empty, oh what will sit on my lap can be once" seduced Arga, Jesslyn stared flat at Arga.

Finally Jesslyn sat in front of the original Arga she wanted to sit near Rayan but because there was no place was forced to sit in front of Arga.

They both returned to their jobs. Secretly watching Arga who slightly saw Jesslyn's beautiful face instead was also so. Arga's spirit is Jesslyn nearby.

"Kok Rayan did not wake up" said Arga suddenly.

Jesslyn looked towards Rayan and then looked at Arga. "Why indeed?" ask Jesslyn.

"Why-why is it just that he's hungry" replied Arga.

Jesslyn patted her eel, "Mas why not eat first heh" Jesslyn said worriedly. He forgot not to tell her this morning he didn't eat much.

"Later together Rayan" replied Arga lightly stroking Jesslyn's hair.

Arga smiled gently, "Later easy to continue your work" Arga replied, Jesslyn nodded.

Arga just stared intensely at his wife who looked serious about her work. Jesslyn looked at her husband. "Why is my speech like that done, sir?" ask Jesslyn.

Arga smiled again, "You forgot? yesterday half of it you finished now is finished so there is no other job yes I see the beautiful angel in front of me" explained Arga who made Jesslyn's cheeks reddened.

While being engrossed a gaze suddenly there was his voice falling. Arga and Jesslyn turn to Rayan, who falls off the couch kissing the floor.

"I'm where? me who? who?" rayan was still half conscious.

Jesslyn helps Rayan get up and sit down with Rayan still opening her eyes. Fortunately Jesslyn was strong Arga just silently watched without any intention of helping.

"Where did you forget this? this is not in Rayan's bed so if you sleep the position is not strange" said Jesslyn stroked her son's face, like it was no prestige. That feeling had been defeated by his longing for his son.

Jesslyn knew very well that Rayan could not sleep in the right position. Often when he wakes up his son his head is not on the pillow. Therefore Jesslyn gives an over size mattress so that Rayan does not fall while sleeping.

"Oh yes forgot" answered Rayan again closed her eyes still sleepy. Jesslyn hugged Rayan's body, patting her shoulders slowly so that her son would fall back to sleep.

He would quickly fall asleep if he had smelled the scent of his mother. He looked for a comfortable place, stuck his head in the stomach of the Mother.

Obviously Arga glared at him. "So if you want it should bribe this branded bag" said Arga jealous.

Jesslyn laughed softly, "Jealous for her own children" Jesslyn said.

"Well, the problem is that his son has grown up 18 years old" Arga said.

"Yeah I know but I already know that Rayan likes gini since childhood" explained Jesslyn, Arga nods resignedly.

"Si Rayan must have been difficult to wake up" said Arga again. Jesslyn still faithfully stroked her son's hair.

"What's the problem?" ask Jesslyn curiously.

Arga cleared his throat, "Your work?" Arga reminded me again.

"Eh please bring it here hehe" Jesslyn said, when else can tell her boss.

Arga according to course rather than Jesslyn did not finish the job. She is also often told to Jesslyn but when at home, different again when in the office, Jesslyn rarely dares to tell her husband. Anyone can be a leader in time.

"Thank you very much" Jesslyn said.

Now Arga is confused as to how nothing is done. Today there is also no schedule of rapots, if he sleeps it is not the type of him.

Finally he found a new idea how to. "Then I want to pick up Rere" said Arga who looked tidying up his suit.

"Hah tumben once usually he also went home among his friends if not taking public transportation" said Jesslyn. Rere is still not in the love of the vehicle used to be allowed to carry a motor, unwanted events occur.