Your Cold CEO belongs to me

The bed screamed

"here? Don't want ah!"

"It's nothing, it's quiet."

"It's quiet I'm embarrassed, later mama's surprise is equally papa."

"What do we want to do to the next room?"

Jonathan kept teasing his wife. Ever since Jamilah came out of the bathroom with a roll of towel on his head, Jonathan's radar worked immediately. He kept docked while giving the code using his eyes.

It's just the first night they slept in Alex and Jonathan's family retreat. The house in the village is not how big compared to the main house in the city and the distance of the rooms is quite close together. Not to mention the silent atmosphere only the sound of frogs and insects outside the room, which was mutually unpretentious to make Jamilah reluctant to comply with her husband's request.

Another case with Jonathan, after waiting for a week that seemed like a century, his duty as a husband who continues to be delayed must be done no matter what happens tonight. The silent and cold atmosphere strongly supported her passion which she had endured since the first night of her marriage.

"Patience until we return to Jakarta, yes" said Jamilah.

"You're asking me to be patient again? It's been over two weeks, Milah. I don't want to wait any longer. Now yes." Jonathan pulled Jamilah's pajama strap which was coiled around his stomach.

Let her husband do as he pleases. He tried to hold his voice and movement because the room they occupied was clinging to his brother's room. Mom and Dad's room was across from them.

Krieit ....

"Who's that coming out?" whispered Jamilah.

"Ga know, just so maybe Hanum wants to make milk for Sarayu," Jonathan said indifferently. He doesn't want anything to derail his wishes tonight.

Blaam ....

"That's who?" whispered Jamilah again while holding Jonathan's hand which had almost opened his breastplate.

"So Hanum came out of the room, it must have just entered the room again."

"Sir Jo---"

"Mas Jo," protested Jonathan raising his head that had originally been set in the recess of Jamilah's neck.

"I-iya Mas Jo.. slowly yes," said Jamilah.

"Hmm." Jonathan didn't take it seriously, he was enjoying the meal.

Kloth ...

"What's that?" Jamilah jumped in shock. He stood up from the bed and took his pajamas that were draped in the back of the chair.

"Let's go, maybe a rat," Jonathan began to get upset. He pulled his wife's hand back under him.

"Later on, what if you're dealing?" Jamilah insists. He stood up again even though Jonathan managed to pull him up to fall on the bed.

"So, here it's much safer than the city. I'm small to teenagers living here, no one dared to step on Papa's lawn."

"M." mm." Jamilah complied as her husband pulled his hand and clasped his lips forcefully.

Pyaarrf ....

"No, there must be something outside." Jamilah hold Jonathan's head that has begun to penetrate his stomach area.

"Arghh! Definitely Hanum!" Jonathan growled. He stood up and reused his pants and t-shirt. With wide steps he exited the room and headed towards the source of the sound.

"Mama ... Why, Ma?" Jonathan's steps slowed down to see his mother in the middle of the dim kitchen lights, picking up broken glass.

"Not slept? Mama was about to make ginger tea because it's cold here, but the water is hot mama's hands are not strong, broke deh."

"Be careful, Ma." Jonathan helps his mother pick up the scattered pieces of glass while glancing at the tightly shut doors of Alex and Hanum's room.

'They may not wake up. Didn't you hear this loud noise?'

"Udah, you're in. Poor your wife alone." Mama pushed Jonathan's back towards his room.

"That's Mama, want to make the ginger tea the glass is broken," Jonathan explained to his wife. No need to wait for a reaction from his wife, Jonathan immediately attacked without giving Jamilah a chance to reject him again.

But for Jonathan all that is not important and not something that can derail his plans that he has been preparing for two weeks ago.

A smile of satisfaction was clearly imprinted on Jonathan's lips. At three in the morning everything is done and I don't know how many waves they have done.

"Why?" jonathan asked when he saw his wife's wry face.

"Tomorrow must be ashamed to wash the sheets. Why didn't you just change it with a dark bed sheet?" pick up Jamilah while rubbing the bed sheet right on the red stain printed there.

"You need to wash, throw it away" Jonathan said casually.

"Ngaco!"

"Don't get angry dong, it's our special night." Jonathan did not care about his wife's anger, his heart was cheerful right now. He kept Jamilah in his arms. Both of them fell asleep until the morning.

"Mor." Jonathan came out of the room and greeted his family members cheerfully.

Papa and Mama were sitting in the living room enjoying the clean air with the door wide open. Hanum was breastfeeding Sarayu with Alex next to her. No one returned Jonathan's morning greetings, all just smiling thinly and exchanging glances.

"Where is my wife, Ma?" ask Jonathan. Ever since he opened his eyes, he had not found Jamilah beside him. The red-stained bed sheet had somehow been plucked out of the bed while he was still asleep on it.

"Be sure to clean up last night's battle scars" Hanum replied. His mouth had been itching since to comment on his sister-in-law.

"What the hell."

"Let's look behind the kitchen, he's again trying to eliminate evidence of your massacre last night" Hanum continued. Alex covered his wife's lips, who wouldn't stop making fun of his sister.

"Mama told me to soak it in the wash later, but she seems embarrassed to gather here. Let's see Jamilah first in the kitchen," said Mama mediated the two.

After Jonathan left for the kitchen, the four family members could not help but laugh again. Jamilah who was in the kitchen more and more lowered his head to hear the conversation in the living room.

"Cock squat here, let's go to the living room."

"Don't want to, I'm ashamed of being teased all the time." Jonathan's arrival makes the place of Jamilah's annoyance.

"Nothing, that's natural. Sis Alex and Hanum were also seduced. You already know my family likes to joke, yuk." Jonathan took his wife by the hand and led her forward.

"Well, here they are. Jo, later in the day you will be the same Jamilah to the meubel shop at the end of the road, yes" said Papa when the two had just joined in the living room.

"What do you want to buy, Pa?"

"Change your bed, don't wear the old one. Choose a firm and do not make a sound when moving on it. Papa's afraid you'll get hurt if you suddenly collapse your old bed."

"Ah, it doesn't need to be that good" said Jonathan who is still not aware of the direction of his Papa talks.

"If it's still good, it's impossible that your bed screamed last night."

Both faces were red. Jamilah channeled her shame through her fingers that pinched her husband's waist.

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Seconds to the end, let's not saturate ya. Sorry his MP Jo and regular Milah aja, I ga nulis talent who +++ 🙏🤧

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Blurbs :

After both feeling the deepest heartache, Bima and Renata organize their hearts, until finally, Renata and Bima again find happiness with their respective partners.

However, fate turned out to bring them back in an equally difficult situation.

Then, will fate return to side with them after they both feel lost?

Yuk, to the story of Bima and Renata. As always, do not forget to prepare a tissue, because this story contains a lot of onions.