Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 29: The New Round of Life

The sharp gaze stopped the waiter's curiosity, "Suketi. Are you paid to do business for the employer? No. kan. Back to the back!"

Silent with his head lowered, he forgot that it was only a servant. How else, since coming to be a servant with the employer of a handsome man. His heart kept screaming wanting to know the life of his master. Lack of work, but the groaning of the heart cannot be controlled.

However, in the luxurious house there is also a bodyguard as well as the brother of the master. Lord Nando who is fierce, even one talk can be spicy beyond the talk of the mother in the village. That one man was always a barrier between him and Mr. Aditya.

Suketi's footsteps away, making Bagas again continue his journey. Luxury house with open living room, on the right side bordering the dining room. Then between the two take the winding stairs as a way to the top floor.

The house had five female servants with ten security guards. Not only luxurious because.the house was built as the most comfortable place to spend the rest of the time after undergoing a tiring daily routine.

"Do I have to knock, or let Asthma stuff in my room first, huh? Why is it so wrong gini." Rey scratched her unruly head as soon as it reached the top floor.

Usually play comes in, but since his common sense works well. Consciousness stays with him. It is possible to treat married men just like single men. Especially considering that Asthma has just arrived at home. Finally, Bagas ended the inner debate. Then bring all the items to a private room first.

The man does not know, if in his best friend's room there is only the sound of togetherness. Rey enjoys scooping up the sweet lips of the wife. A tired body gets the best medicine. Spoiled pagutan warms up a lonely bed.

"Mas, already. I'm out of breath." Asthma's whisper pushed her husband's chest field slowly, but instead of retreating. Rey hugged the hug. "Magrib soon, Mas."

What a sweet warning. Want, don't want to have to let go of the hunt. However, the eyes kept on. Patriated on a narrow brown netra. His hands were busy getting rid of the hair child that covered part of his woman's time.

"When did you become a writer?" Rey didn't let Asma out of power. "Asma, is it hard to answer my question. This is a common question."

He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. Remembering when his fingers began to incise words in wishful thinking that became reality. "Nearly two years. Now can you let me go? Let me take a shower."

"Well, this time, I let go, but ....,"

It's up to Rey to think. Asthma pushed her husband's body into a position. Her lips teased her husband, then she got out of bed. Don't want to give another chance. A little trick to escape by giving a small gift.

His female misbehavior is starting to look. Don't know where to learn from, but his hands moved rubbing lips enjoying the rest of the touch. Sweet. When he started, there was only submission. However, when Asthma begins. It feels so different.

While waiting for Asthma to perform a ritual bath. Rey prepares clothes for his wife who has been specially ordered. Of course the secretary of Bagas who takes care of all the needs of women. He did not want there to be a lack of facilities that are rightfully the right of a lady Reyhan Aditya.

A three-quarter sleeve dress with a low cleavage, while the length is below the knee with falling material. Combined with a brucat blazer as an outside outfit so as not to be a spectacle if used to get out of the house. After all, as a husband must take care of his wife's aura.

All was ready and the expectation in Rey's mind was that the dress would be graceful when Asthma was worn. Less is more like that. Just finishing his task, sayup-sayup sound adhan laungan. That's right what the wife said. It is time to fulfill your duties as a Muslim.

After thinking about deciding between yes and no. The wife's cell phone, a name on it, made a call. Not through whatsapp, but it's a call from messenger. In the name of my bunny. The photo, still clearly remembered who the caller was.

Just wanted to get the phone back to where it was. The sound of an open bathroom door distracts him, but his fingers unknowingly shift the screen answering the call. Then put the phone back on the nightstand.

"Mas, is that you prepared?" Asthma stared at the dress on the bed, not just the outer clothes, the underwear was already prepared. Why is it so awkward, when all privacy becomes so open.

The embarrassed face with a red hue on the cheeks, made Rey smile thinly nodding her head. "Wear it, if it's uncomfortable. You can choose in the closet. All yours, now I have to take a shower. Wait a minute, we'll pray together."

The conversation sounds pretty clear. The girl who was waiting across the ocean thought Asma was busy watching television. Everything that happens is not the drama of a movie. The silence that occurred, was curious. The call was over five minutes.

"Honey! Are you there?" Ovita Ayunda exclaimed with a distinctive shrill voice that surprised Asthma.

Just put on the dress Rey prepared. His ears were already buzzing with an indescribable taste. Hurriedly snatched his phone, then looked at the flat object screen. It turns out that the video call is underway.

"Bee, when did you call me?" Asthma is confused by herself, how the girl can connect with him. Though as he remembers, the phone is left on data without playing.

A sullen face with forward lips, a probing eye gaze, made Asma change her facial expression back to calm without any tension. However, that does not mean that you will survive the interrogation session of the friend. Just look, the way Ovita Ayunda looks at her is unblinking.

"Asma, are you hiding something from me?" The seriousness that fills the phone screen with a suspicious look leads to guilt in Asthma.

One truth is still hidden. Now, should he be honest? Told you about his lightning marriage? If honestly, how did the girl react. All wrong. Especially when considering the small request from his best friend who wants to see the wedding process in a virtual way.

A small request that cannot be granted. Unknowingly, the question led him to drown in daydreams until the sound of calls that increasingly hit guilt filled the heart. Squeezing chest.

"Asma, can you get me a towel? I forgot to bring it." Pinta Rey with her head sticking out from behind the bathroom door.

The voice of a man who thought only sounds came from TV. It turns out that the real voice of someone. Surprised by what reality? Whatever was his confusion, only Asthma could explain for the doubt to disappear from his mind.

"Bee, wait another hour. I'll clear it all up, assalamu'alaikum." Pamit Asma turns off unilateral calls without even waiting for a deep reply from her best friend.

I'll tell you everything, but later Bee. Right now, I myself am still trying to learn to trust the life that changed drastically.~ucap Inner Asma put her phone back on the nightstand, then switched to open the closet, then took a towel.