When Love Comes And Goes
Episodes 108

The affection between them grew stronger, making anyone who saw felt a sense of self. Mayang confused himself with his clothes that are not worth wearing. Because almost all the buttons of the shirt were removed from its place.

The king watched with a smile of his own, lucky he built a bathroom in the room. He did not let anyone disturb him, even repeatedly refused the subordinates who came to bring reports.

"How's this? My time wearing clothes like this is coming out?" Mayang turned her body to face her husband.

The king chuckled harder because the wife's stomach was open very clearly. Mayang snorted, closed his shirt and hugged his own body.

"It's, isn't it, it's you. What responsibility is this? I'm ashamed to go out" whined Mayang while slamming his body on the sofa.

The king shook his head, having just finished examining the rest of the report. He walked up from the desk to his wife on the sofa. Cuddling Mayang's body, the smell that makes him drunk kepayang.

"Not to be confused, wear a suit I can too. Wait a minute, yeah. I still have work. We will go home together" whispered the King in the wife's ear.

Mayang sighed in relief. The man took his suit and put it on Mayang's body.

"Where? Beres, right?" the king said while watching his wife's body.

"Yes, anyway. Just try no veil, definitely still look out" said Mayang with a smile of relief.

"Yes, I'm going to work, yeah. Don't bother me, "remember the king as he heads to his desk again.

Mayang sat quietly on the couch playing his phone, checking social media to explore a world he rarely visited. Mayang's forehead frowned when an account asked for her friendship.

He came to check, opened the profile of the account.

Melina's?

His heart murmured when it recognized the figure in the photo. Mayang checked more posts, none of the photos were uploaded with her husband. Mostly alone or with friends.

A picture of him was in a window, with a beautiful view of the lake.

If he can do what he wants. Why didn't I? I'm free to fly wherever I want. In the end, I chose to leave.

Like that writing Melina poured on her photo. Mayang's heart wondered, but then did not ignore it, even Melina's friend request was not touched Mayang. The pain of having once ruined his life, still felt in his heart.

Mayang continued to check Risya's account which since the wedding did not end posting pictures of their togetherness. Pictures filled with smiles of happiness. Unknowingly, his lips smiled.

Mayang bit his lips while thinking of changing his profile photo with a picture of writing alone into their wedding photo. He glanced at the serious-looking King, hesitatingly asking the man's permission for it.

"Mmc ... My mother!" call Mayang shiver and hesitate.

"Mas!" calling him again still made the King not turn to him.

"Mas, I want to put our wedding photos on my social media profile, okay? Can't you?" mayang asked, hesitating to ask.

The movement of the King's hand that was affixing the signature stopped spontaneously, his body stiffened, his eyebrows tangled almost fused together. His heart was racing, a strange taste slowly warmed his heart. He looked up at Mayang from behind the laptop screen in front of his eyes.

"You call me?" ask the King in disbelief.

Mayang nodded timidly, looking down to cover his blushing face.

"What do you call? I wasn't clear just now," Pinta Raja closed the laptop so he could see the wife's face clearly.

Mayang folded his lips, holding a smile that wanted to form. His heart was jumping. Really, the beating makes the heart feel beaten.

The flowers are scattered like leaves that fall in autumn. The king smiled happily, his ears wanting to hear once more.

"Repeat! Call me with that!" the door closed his eyes. Loving the sound of the sweet voice of the wife who dodged in the ear.

"Mas!" Mayang looked at her husband's face, the lips forming a wide smile. Makes him chuckle himself.

"I like it" he said without opening his eyes.

Mayang moved from sitting, approaching her husband who dissolved in delusion. He bowed slightly, to whisper in the King's ear.

"Mas, can I put our picture on social media?" Mayang hurriedly straightened his body, retreating slightly away when the King opened his eyes quickly.

The man patted his thigh, asking Mayang to sit there. She complied and landed her buttocks on her husband's left thigh.

"Shut up here, you've been intruding." The king hugged Mayang's waist, his other hand worked signing documents.

"That's what? Is this just your job, Mom? Signature, signature, it's. Beres, done, go home," Mayang said innocently.

The king chuckled, but did not answer. He let the wife continue to chatter asking about what the work of a superior like herself.

"Done!" The king put the ballpoint pen in place, closed the document and stacked it with the others. He looked at Mayang who was flickering with anxiety.

The woman laughed while closing her mouth. Seeing the King with both shining eyes.

"Udah. Doang? Very light of your work, Mas," mocked Mayang still laughing at her husband.

"You mean what can't I do lightly, huh? You think it's just a signature, a signature, that's all right?" The king was worried about the innocence of his wife.

Mayang nodded small, just like a child in the eyes of the King. Oh, he forgot. A wife is like a child and a husband is a place to spend.

The king sighed, shaking his head while smiling to himself.

"You're really excited, anyway. I want to eat you again." He held Mayang's body, playing his head on the chest of the wife made Mayang laugh.

"Mas, ticklish!" she said, holding her husband's head.

The king looked up, looking at the sweet lips that always teased him.

"That's not as attractive as you think, baby. I have to check carefully, every number, every letter, nothing can go wrong. You don't think you're dizzy?" The king bit the body of Mayang.

"Ughh! I love to bite, huh! I, don't know. I think it's just that, sit down and hold the signature, it's done," said Mayang while cupping the face of the King who can not be separated from staring at him.

"What tuh?" Mayang held back a smile as the King moved his lips. He also moved him so that Mayang welcomed immediately.

Embarrassed she grabbed the husband's lips, took a sip for a moment. Then move away and look away.

"Well, is that all? No fun, eh!" whinek the King was not satisfied with the gift of his wife.

"Ih, it's still in the office, Mas. Stay home." Mayang held her husband's face so as not to continue approaching.

"Really, yeah. I'm charging at home. Go, go!" With passionate enthusiasm, the King cleaned his work desk.

Grabbing the car keys, and holding him out of the room. Ah, did Mayang say wrong? He resigned.