Your Cold CEO belongs to me

Winnowing

Jonathan is shocked when the Stella family's private driver says Jamilah doesn't want to be escorted. While walking towards his car he tried to keep trying to contact his lover.

But when he saw a small object glistening on the hood of the car, Jonathan stopped his cellphone call that was not connected. He took the sparkling ring from the top of his car, clearly he knew who the ring belonged to.

"Milaahh!" Jonathan squeezed the ring in his hand. He was annoyed with Jamilah who did something without talking to him first. Again he dialed Jamilah's phone number, but this time the mobile operator answered.

Jonathan came home with a big heart, wanting him to follow Jamilah to his place of residence, but just remembered that he did not know where his lover lived. Inevitably he will have to be patient until tomorrow to meet Jamilah at his workplace.

Upon entering the house, she found her sister-in-law watching television with a cake jar in her arms. He recalled that the ridiculous suggestion of bringing Jamilah to see Stella came from the woman he called his sister-in-law.

"Hi, Jo." As usual, Hanum always greeted everyone who had just come home from work with a big smile, not only her husband but sister-in-law and her father-in-law. Jonathan did not respond, instead he gave an angry look to Hanum and went straight in by slamming the door of his room.

"Jonathan why?" Hanum who is pregnant, makes his mood easily changeable.

Getting an unfriendly attitude from his sister-in-law, made Hanum moody from afternoon until night.

"Why again?" ask Alex. Since this afternoon, he noticed his wife's sad face. The night after the two of them were in bed, Alex dared to ask Hanum after he mentally prepared to listen to the answer from his wife's mouth.

"What am I wrong?" hanum asked confusedly. Alex frowned more and more, he thought he had made a big mistake so that the mosquito nymph bent his face since he came home from the office.

"You're not wrong, in my eyes you're perfect." Although it sounds nonsense, but this sentence is what Alex needs to secure himself.

"Jonathan is angry with me" Hanum said half-thoughtfully. Alex rolled both his eyes together.

The nature and character that tends to be the same between this sister and his wife, sometimes makes it troublesome. Sometimes if the two get along, they compact to make him upset with the ridiculous behavior of both, but otherwise if they differ as it is today, he must be a wise mediator between the two.

"You don't have to think, you don't know Jonathan. Maybe again quarrel with her boyfriend, you are too carry feelings," comfort Alex while pulling Hanum's body into his arms.

"Maybe yes, but if you had a fight with her boyfriend why would I get it." Hanum put away Alex's lips that were about to touch her cheeks.

"You're being sensitive, don't think about it anymore." Alex brought his lips back closer to Hanum's.

"Yes, but it's not good at home but it's not good to greet each other." Hanum turned his face so much that Alex's lips missed and landed on his hair.

"Tomorrow I told him to say hello to you" Alex said.

"Don't be forced later she'll get angry."

"Hanum, your husband is me or Jonathan." Alex took off his embrace and inched to the side of his bed.

"How do you know that?" Hanum just realized there was a tinge of anger from her husband's question.

"I don't like it on this bed, there's a man's name other than me you call. Even though it's Jonathan or papa's name," said Alex firmly.

"Sorry," Hanum's great-grandson. He had absolutely no intention of anything.

"Don't let my son's nature and face look like Jonathan." Alex glanced towards Hanum's bulging belly.

"You've often apologized, so you already know what the punishment is if you want to be forgiven," said Alex flat with closed eyes. Hanum pursed his lips in annoyance, knowing what Alex's version of punishment meant.

Slowly she sat down and began to unbutton her husband's pajamas one by one. Alex was still motionless waiting for his wife to move further. After he felt that there was no more covering on his body, and the touch of his wife's increasingly mischievous fingers, he could no longer hold back his big smile. With just one move, they had already exchanged positions.

"On this bed, there can only be one name you call, whose name?" ask Alex flirting.

"Alexander Putra Prasojo" said Hanum with a flushed face.

"Mmm, no, no, no! don't bring papa's name into the room" Alex says. Hanum squinted an anxious eye with the level of jealousy of her husband.

"Alexander," said Hanum slowly.

"Repeat," Alex's orders close his body.

"A ... Alek ... sandeerrr," Hanum said in an increasingly unclear voice.

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In the morning, Alex's plan to ask Jonathan failed, as his sister had already left the house before all the residents gathered at the dinner table.

Jonathan had been sitting at his desk before the office commenced. He will complete all his work dependents so as not to be depressed and bound again with a cooperation project with Papa Stella. In addition, he will meet Jamilah at noon to resolve the misunderstanding.

Exactly at ten in the morning when the restaurant where Jamilah worked opened, Jonathan was already sitting in one of the visitor seats. He himself actually does not know, what time his lover can turn to work, which he knows is to quickly meet so that all problems are resolved.

Jamilah was just about to get out of the kitchen, back inside when he saw Jonathan staring straight at the employee door.

"Ken! here." Jamilah pulls Kendra's hand and embraces her like a lover.

"Hey! what the hell are you." Kendra tried to let go of Jamilah's twisting hand and pushed her out of the kitchen.

"Come on, you're craving." Jamilah pinched Kendra's cheek after making sure Jonathan had seen it from the visitor's bench.

"Be!" Kendra rubbed her cheek dislikes. Kendra's standing position on her back to the visitor's bench, making Jonathan unable to see the reaction of the man's face.

"It's just a bad time." Let's fold both arms around his chest. Anyone who doesn't know them thinks they're having a good time. Fortunately the atmosphere of the restaurant was quiet because it was still morning, the Manager was not in place so Jamilah could freely run his single drama.

Jonathan pushed the bowl with his soto still full, the soto sauce spilled over the table and the floor. Holding back the urge to shout loudly, Jonathan walked with wide strides towards Jamilah and his friend.

"I want to talk" Jonathan said flatly.

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