My ex-President My Husband
Bonus Chapter (Part 3)

Alika was looking at herself in the mirror, after sweeping blush powder on both cheeks, she also re-polished lipstick on her tiny lips. Her face looks radiant, she looks like a queen tonight. Guests who will be there, will surely think that he is the bride.

"Well, said Papa. Papa was waiting below." said Ammar when his face appeared behind the door of his room.

"Please bag Mama, son." Alika pointed towards her bag which she placed on the bed. Ammar nodded and took it. They both walked out of the room and down the stairs.

Bilmar, who is neat with a cream suit, white shirt and pants that match the color of his suit, looks to be standing on his back to Alika and Ammar. The man was still handsome and sturdy at the age of 38 years.

The man was talking on the phone with Mr. Adit, a little heard talking about the new EG project in Lombok.

Bilmar snorted the pungent aroma of farfum. Makes him look back. As soon as she was astonished, she looked at Alika from head to foot, twice as beautiful and graceful.

"I'm sorry to close first, sir. Maybe tomorrow we talk again." Bilmar told Mr. Adit who was across the street. Bilmar still held his mobile phone in his ear while continuing to look at his wife with a face that turned cold, still listening to a few words from Mr. Adit.

Tut's.

The phone connection was cut off, he quickly put the phone in his pants pocket.

"Bah, let's go now. Sorry yes, Mama made it a long time." said Alika with a spoiled tone.

"Well, come to the room again, Mah, Pah." Ammar kissed Papa and his mother's hand which he felt was about to leave.

They both nodded and stared at Ammar's departure into the room. Ammar has been abandoned two days by his brother. Because Maura was staying at the girl's house.

Bilmar quickly returned with his wife to go back up the stairs.

"Why do we go to the room again, Pah?" ask Alika. She was confused as to why her husband was bringing his legs back to the room. Bilmar just kept quiet and kept holding his wife.

"Mama sit there!" Bilmar pointed towards the edge of the mattress.

"Why do you want to do something?" alika asked when she saw her husband opening his closet.

"Sit's sitting there!" the baritone Bilmar's voice was heard. Everyone who heard Bilmar in such a tone of voice, already knew very well that this man was sulking.

Then sulk for what? Alika did not understand.

Bilmar is still focused on looking around, sorting out one of the dresses hanging in each hanger, in the closet belonging to his wife.

"Where is that dress?" tanyakanya. Looks like he has dropped the choice, which dress should be worn by his wife tonight.

"Well I'll see you." There was a smile on his face when he got a long dress that was covered to the soles of his feet.

Both of Alika's eyes bulged sharply, her forehead looking shriveled into several folds.

"Wear this one." her husband said.

"How come?"

"What do you want?" menacam Bilmar.

Alika turned the eyeballs and throbbed. Grunted softly and looked at her husband's lazy face.

"Let's just change here, I want to see!" Bilmar blocked his wife's hand from changing clothes in the bathroom.

"What the hell, Pah. If you wear this dress? It's not open at all!" decak Alika pointed towards the dress that was currently still perched on her body. Plain dress with maroon red, collar shaped letter V, but cleavage is not visible at all. Both of his arms were long covering his white and smooth hands.

"But your knee is still visible, if you get wind how? It will be revealed later, and both of your thighs will be visible with free eyes! Where's the garden party again, the wind all right!!" decak Bilmar's.

"How far did he think?" sigh Alika.

Of course, she really knows how her husband is if it is fussy like this. Instead of him not going, he better obey. Tonight is the wedding of his best friend who both attended the nursing academy a few years ago. His name is Dian, he just got a mate at his age that has been overripe. Dian called Alika many times, in order to come to her wedding.

Alika started removing the dress from her body, leaving her to be seen wearing only her underwear in front of her husband.

Bilmar grabs the dress and begins to help Alika wear it. Long dress green moss. There's no accent there. The waist is not formed, flat and straight. But do not forget, this dress is very expensive. The dress that Bilmar bought while they were on vacation in the Netherlands. Bilmar did deliberately buy this dress for his wife if going to attend an event that will involve many people, he did not want the curves of Alika's body enjoyed by anyone.

He's the only one who can, no one else!

"Why does every condition have to wear this shirt? It is thought that people do not have other clothes Mama, Pah." said Alika began to growl.

Bilmar did not want to answer, he continued to tidy up the dress until it looked neat. Bilmar doesn't care what people say.

"Oh, wait!" Bilmar grabbed the tissue box that was on the nightstand. Take a few strands from there.

Alika grew furious when Bilmar started removing the already well-polished cosmetics on her face. Troubled and for hours he prepped in front of the mirror and that was the man he had been married to for nine years, profanitying it.

"No dancing, I don't like it!" he said when rubbing Alika's face with a quick movement. Alika slightly grimaced and grabbed the tissue from Bilmar's hand violently.

"Fuck that shit! Mama is tired of dancing and like this, time is removed so!" alika said with a face that wanted to cry, she dipped her eyes sharply at Bilmar, stomping her feet on the floor before passing to the dresser to look back at her reflection in the mirror.

"You don't dance, there are still a lot of guys who like your lyrics. Especially you and, Mah! Papa doesn't like it! Anyway delete--" said Bilmar with a waist. He looked at his wife's reflection in the mirror.

Alika looked back at her husband with a half-dead irritated look.

"You don't have to take Papa! Better take Ammar. Don't wear it like gini!" Alika again clucked, still rubbing her face with tissue that has been moistened with liquid make-up remover.

Tara!!

Be Alika with no make up at all on her face. So innocent now.

"I think the abis shower knows not! Pale!"

"But this is prettier, especially if her pale abis meets sassy, beuh! Beautiful is not playing." replied Bilmar while blinking one of his eyes to Alika.

Bilmar starts to misbehave, noticing Alika's butt is still crazy and tight. His passion immediately woke up and boiled.

"Ets! Mama cut into his eyes!" Alika looked at Bilmar's face in the mirror, Bilmar just laughed guiltlessly and sinfully.

"Well, Mah. Wake up---"

"Huh? What's?" alika answered and turned her body to look at Bilmar's face.

Bilmar brought his wife's eyes to stare at a chunk of gem that was still covered behind his trousers, looking slightly pulsating and hardened.

Alika glared her eyes back, approached Bilmar and wanted to pinch his stomach.

"Yes, yes, his behavior! The older it gets, the more it becomes!!"

"Come on yuk, Mah. Promise me, a stretch of doang." Bilmar rubbed his beloved hunk.

"Fuck! We're going!" Bilmar held onto Alika's wrist who wanted to pinch her stomach.

"Backle, Mah. Promise me." Stupid Alika, because she continued to thrash, finally her tiny body stumbled onto the mattress.

"Well, if it's rich gini will be more cute." Bilmar tickled amusedly. He quickly hides Alika's body without mercy. Smothering the lips of his wife who had talked a lot and cursed him because she was upset.

And

And as always, it was conceivable, Alika would have lost. He will not be able to fight the naughty touches given by Bilmar in every curve of his body. Alika will be hooked with her euphoria.

Come to Alika's senses, Dian is waiting for you on the stage.

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MPS Season three already present yes, it is in my work profile, please read it