Sensational Husband
One Hundred and Fifty
Alexa crossed several second-floor rooms. Her heart was still raging considering Atika's increasingly annoying behavior, and even she started to feel powerful in the house. One by one everything that his father had he mastered, now should the house occupied by Alexa also be controlled by Atika?
Alexa steps towards the balcony. He stood on the side of the balcony with both hands touching the balcony railing. His bead eyes stared down, observing the passing vehicle. His hair was fluttering in the wind, his fingers squeezing the fence resisting vexation.
Azlan Pinter really did make me to learn to resist emotions? She must have wanted to see me become a patient woman. Oh my goodness, but I can't. It's really hard. Patience is not as easy as I imagined.
Alexa knows Azlan, a man full of patience. And Azlan wants to form a patient personality in Alexa. Is that possible? The figure of Alexa who is bar-bar, easily emotional, grumpy, and stubborn it will be soft?
Alexa took a breath as she felt a sturdy arm coiled around her stomach. He glanced to the side and found Azlan's face which was only two cent away from his face. The man then placed his head on Alexa's shoulders. The hand that was coiled in Alexa's abdomen, slowly rose, felt up to the chest. Alexa let her husband do naughty things. Usually Alexa's the bad guy, now Azlan's gliran. Maybe it was Azlan's way of easing his frustration. Really sweet.
Azlan's palm stopped on Alexa's chest, rubbing it for a moment. “The print is very strong, you are still upset?”
Alexa turned her eyes back to the street down there. The heart cannot be compromised. Obviously people again sprain must be very tight.
“Hold, baby! Don't follow your emotions.”
“Kok, you know I'm here?”
“I will always know where you are. Fragrance of your body I can smell even at a distance of a hundred meters.”
“Gombal!”
“I'm serious.” Azlan smiled. He let go of his embrace. “Contact!” Azlan sat on the floor.
Alexa. “Sitting on the floor?”
“Iya.”
“Kotor ih.”
“Dirty bit, dust doang. Not unclean, kok.” Azlan swept away the dust on the nearby floor sitting with his palm. “Sini, sit!” Azlan patted the floor on his side.
The corners of Alexa's lips are drawn a little. He then threw out a body sitting on Azlan's side.
“This, drink!” Azlan handed over the glass that he had been waiting for.
“It's not oil.”
“So, what dong?”
“Madu.”
“Ooh...” Alexa took the glass and gulped it down. “Manis.”
“The name is also honey.”
“This honey tastes sweet. But wife honey must taste bitter.”
Azlan was intrigued to hear Alexa call wife honey. Without Alexa knowing, her husband had actually made the bitter honey. Azlan's mind raged, feeling very guilty.
“The water is no longer ange, right? Too many incidents to the point that the drinking water gets cold.” Azlan switched the conversation.
Alexa laughs. “My body is cold again and wants an anget-anget.”
“What are those angles?”
Alexa turned towards Azlan. He put the glass on the floor by his side. Then he folded his three fingers and left his index and middle fingers to stay straight. He put the two fingers on Azlan's thigh, then the fingers moved forward like feet were walking.
Azlan glanced at the two fingers that were moving upwards near the base of his thigh. Until the two fingers approached the zipper, his hand quickly moved to catch the two fingers.
“Hey, my naughty wife! How dare you tempt your husband in a place like this?” Azlan pulled Alexa's hand until the woman's body hit her chest.
Alexa just chuckles.
Azlan wrapped both of his arms around Alexa's back. “Well, this is already anget.”
Alexa pressed her cheek against Azlan's chest, feeling a normal beating in that chest. His eyes closed with a smile. Nymana was once in the arms of that dashing man. I don't know why Azlan was always able to make her feel so comfortable.
TB