Divorced for Fatty
Chapter 135: Events Held at
"Is he apologizing?”
“No, but he was still busy working when I got home.”
Kelana stood in front of Hana who painstakingly removed the tie knot and helped unbutton her shirt. Shortly after returning to the office, Hana decided to go straight home. He cleaned the apartment and even made chicken soup for dinner.
“You take a shower first after that we eat,” said Hana. Her smile expanded beautifully and grew increasingly smoothed as Kelana peeked her forehead.
“We eat? Eating each other or what do you mean?” kelana's temptation can always make Hana blush in shame. The woman pinched her cheeks in a puff before answering if what she meant was real dinner to fill the stomach.
“Newly also half a day does not work, but you have started to carry out the role of a housewife,” Kelana said.
“Hem .. I take that as a compliment sir, and I hope you can accept me when you come home looking like this.” Hana deliberately distanced herself, she turned around laughing.
Instead of negligee or pajamas, Hana was wearing a black material-deficient suit, the upper part of her body was exposed to a profusely, even clearly her dense chest filled like a volleyball. Yes, Hana has never felt cheated for lack of self-care, she is now committed to maintaining appearance. Every Kelana went home she wanted to look as fresh, fragrant and tidy as she is now.
“Try the doctor knows that every day I am treated to a scene like this, obviously he will understand why I can not hold even one day,” said Kelana with a little nagging tone. He who was bare-chested almost reached for Hana's waist, but the woman first retreated backwards.
“Built there shower, don't get your missiles in action!”
Hana was as fast as lightning ran, and increasingly made Kelana anxious. The man felt happy at the same time. Kelana hopes that the house he has prepared for his beloved wife will be finished soon. Kelana wants to make the house and its contents as a birthday present for Hana the thirty.
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Another Hana Bunga, the woman was tired so that when she arrived at home immediately spread in bed. He had not even changed his work clothes and chose to close his eyes. He and Bagas chose to go home alone. Her husband had gone home earlier. The man was now staring in wonder at him who controlled the bed. His hands were stretched out like he was doing a stretch.
“What's so tired?” tanya Bagas who sounds like he has no empathy. The flower chooses to ignore her husband's question and chooses not to open her eyes.
“Yeah you that you can't what little aja ngerti, I'm tired” amuk Flowers. Not only did he shift, he got up and sat down with an angry expression. His eyes were truly like a tiger wanting to claw at its prey.
“Work name is tired, rasain itself. All this time you just stay at home, sleep, and spend money on shopping,” Bagas said.
“Hah ... Just watch out for you! although I work but you also have to keep giving a living for me” said Bunga. “If you don't give me a living as usual, just look at me going to roar in the office to make you embarrassed.”
“A-a-what? dare you threaten me?” Bagas was inexhaustible, Bunga had already dared to fight him like that.
“Have I tired, lazy to argue about it. I was asked by Hana to ask how the progress of the gathering event that Mr. Kelana wanted with the HRD. When's the show?” Flowers stand, she looks at her husband who is now on the bed while straightening his legs.
“Another week, the event will be held in Jogja,” replied Bagas briefly.
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Mulu Na jogja?
Piye I wong Jogja je, ben feel like home
note: I'm UP one-on-one gang afraid of going to Marsha, sorry for the inconvenience. Give five stars 🥰