Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 20: Treatment By Mr. Fridge

[We'll be out tonight, just send me lunch and the gear I ordered. Remember, you alone must bring it to my room!]

"This is yes, it feels like marriage is left first." Said Bagas snorting bitterly, even though only a moment of annoyance. "Yes already, invite Asma's parents to eat together. Than I'm starving."

The man walked out of Rey's room. One thing to be grateful for is that her best friend accepted an unconditional marriage. Relieved it. Seeing Rey start a new life and her efforts are not in vain. A little drama, but maximum results.

Along the hallway there was a whistling sound, making some hotel staff turn to see Bagas passing by with a face so radiating happiness. Reflections of a flowery heart will spread like a virus.

The turn of the time wheel felt so fast. Tiredness that whack to greet the typical sound of waking up. Wiggling stretches both hands while closing the eyes. Adjusts the light rays that enter the retina to see clearly.

"Siang, Wife. Already awake?" welcome Rey smile sweetly staring at the wife who is still half conscious because his life has not been collected all.

Asma. Think about everything that has happened. Is it not all a dream? Why is that guy so good to her. Not suspicious, but anxiety did not release the tightness in his heart. A sense of loss that would destroy.

Rey continued to stare at Asma, then rubbed the girl's face with affection. "Dispose of all your fear. Lookie! I'm here and I'm not leaving you. Now, take a shower. We're going to have lunch. Your stomach sounds too, huh."

Justright. The girl realized that her stomach was really hungry. "Can you close your eyes? I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"Why?" tanya Rey pretends not to know the meaning of Asthma, but the red hue on the wife's cheeks is so adorable. Wanted to prank the girl, "Here, I'll help you to the bathroom."

Not yet had time to answer, Asthma was surprised by Rey's movement that quickly pulled the blanket. His body was so clearly displayed without any obstructions. She wanted to complain, but her husband's treatment could not be denied.

It is romantic or what it is called. His body floated touching Rey's chest leaning. The man did what he said. Don't want to be embarrassed, it's better to close your eyes. Enjoying the smell of masculine perfume that is so attractive meets the sense of smell.

"May I ask you something? If my wife doesn't mind." Rey said after entering the bathroom, then put his wife's body into the bath up.

Asthma just peeked in curiosity, making Rey smile mischievously. The village girl's absurd behavior, isn't it back? He should have closed his eyes because he saw his wife's innocent body. Why so, the girl who closed her eyes because she was seen by him.

"Are you ready to leave your parents?" The eyes turned serious, as soon as Asma opened her eyes to return her eyes, "My house is in Jakarta, while in Temanggung only one branch of the company. I hope you understand what I mean."

"Can we talk about it later? At least let me take a shower." Asma replied that she did not want to ignore her husband's serious questions, but just look at the position of the two.

Rey who squatted next to the bath up, and herself who lay in a bath up without water. Weird right? They were in the bathroom. It would be better, if talking seriously in an atmosphere that is not absurd.

Rey nodded, then left the bathroom. True what his wife said, there is still time and not in the bathroom also to have a serious conversation. The twenty-minute wait ended, when the sound of the door opened.

The look in his eyes could not be separated from the girl who had just come out wearing a towel limited to the chest and above the knees. Looks like a medium-sized towel. The wet hair left a trail of water, its steps so carefully. Occasionally, Asthma bites the lower lip.

Rey felt, his wife was in pain from walking so slowly. It's not like it, "Stop! Shut up there."

Asthma turned her head, confused as to why the man stopped himself. "What's up, Mom?"

Rey lowered Asthma, in front of the mirror. Then rubbed the sweet face of his wife to be closed. Let him give the best treatment to bring the two closer. One hand clutches the waist, while the other holds a towel that covers the body.

"I'll help you prepare." Rey whispers brushed my hair, touch by touch make Asthma more closed eyes.

Cold hands were busy drying his body. The change of clothes turned into intimacy. The sound of chattering that filled the room turned hunger into satisfaction. The moans warm the bed.

The heat struggle reunited the two men. Rey again made his wife limp helpless. The fresh scent of the woman, unable to divert her senses. A contest in enjoyment is inevitable.

The sweat that floods the body expresses the rest of the release, tearing a warm kiss. Rey again grabbed Astma's body and pulled a blanket to cover her body. The gazes of the eyes that clashed with the roar of racing breath.

"Why look at me like that?" tanya Asma opened a chat after serving her husband who could not help but enjoy the paradise of the world.

Rey removed the haircut from Asthma's neck that blocked her view, "I still can't believe it, if we're married. Honestly, every time I look at you this close. There's a feeling I can't understand."

What flavor? Asthma raised her eyebrows, her eyes getting more serious. He wanted to know what was really in the man's heart and mind. Even though he himself is conscious. Relationships that are intertwined only for a moment, but openness will fix everything.

"I used to look at you from the room where I worked." A single smile carried a piece of past memories, "The silent girl with solitude. Eat in the same place, and always busy playing the device. Do you like it yourself?"

"Mas, life is not about one thing. Why don't you come down and greet me?" Asthma does not want to be so easy to say who she is, knowing does not mean explanation. "I forgot, you're the boss. Fridge Master who likes to look at sharp men."

Rey frowned at the statement from Asthma. When, did he do as the girl said? As he recalled, not once did he see Asthma around him during his time in the world of work. So how can you assume that?

Confusion that was clearly drawn on the man's face, made Asthma hold a burly hand that was still staring at the touch of his cheek. "Try to remember. Saturday when all the employees leave early in the morning, some arrive late and give the right reasons."

"Unfortunately, a man in a neat black shirt who just wanted to get out of the factory checked what was going on at the security guard post. A bad guy, wrong. Similar refrigerator. Don't want to hear an explanation, uh play tell the employees to go home all." Continue Asthma trying to review a memory that may be suppressed new memories.

Rey thought for a moment. When did that happen? After thinking about it, I finally remembered the incident that Asthma was referring to. It's just that it happened a month ago. Less than a month, not exactly a month.

"How do you know, about that?" ask Rey curiously.

A smile without the twinkle of happiness changes the atmosphere. "I'm one of those employees who has to go home. Drenched clothes due to rain, not to mention having to wait for mamas to pick up. It's really unfair."

"Sorry, I don't know about that ....,"

"Look, Mom." Asthma shifts position, tired of lying down even though you have to endure the pain down there. "At least, I know if in such a big place there's a cold guy like a refrigerator."

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