CEO And The Twins
Surrender?

Ian, on his way out of his wife's office, meets Vincent.

"Oh, are you waiting for your wife?"

"Yes. I just found out he's overtime."

"Oh, why not a phone?"

"Mc ...." Ian held his hands together behind his head.

Vincent smiled broadly. "Is there anything to ask?"

"Mmh, no," replied Ian finally deciding.

"OKs. It's up to you. I'm going upstairs. Call me if you need advice." Vincent smiled broadly again, patting his friend on the shoulder.

Both are waiting for the elevator. Silent for a moment.

"On the second thoughts, (if you think again) ...."

"Vincent ...!" Ian warned with a high tone and perfectly rounded eyes. He did not want his household patronized by his best friend.

"Ok, ok, ok." Vincent laughed and raised his hand. Coinciding with that, the elevator to go up to the top floor opened up until Vincent went straight into it. "See you then! (meet you!)"

Ian who was left looked careless. He waited for the elevator to come down while scratching his head. Arriving below, he immediately got into the car and waited there.

Ian's car was parked in front of the building so he could easily tell when Noura was coming home.

Two hours later, Noura got off with her friends.

Ian grabbed him by getting out of the car. "Yourself!"

Noura who was chatting with her friends was forced to stop and leave them. Ian grabbed his wife and took her to the car.

The man was grateful, even though his wife was sulking but still wanted to be fond of him even though Noura did like him.

They got in the car. Noura was wearing a seatbelt while her husband started the engine.

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Come on, let's have dinner." Ian put up his seatbelt.

"Mmh?" Noura frowned.

"What?"

The woman shook her head.

"Noura ... You never have dinner?"

The woman nodded back.

"Well, you're so skinny. If you stay with me you have to have dinner."

"Mmh .. mmh ...." Noura whined while shaking her head.

"Should! Moreover, you've been working late." Ian took his wife to an American restaurant and ordered burgers and potatoes for the two. "Come, spend!"

Noura only looked at the food but still did not speak. He was very keen to protest.

Come on, Noura, talk. I haven't heard your voice in days. "Noura, eat" said Ian, putting potatoes in his mouth but the woman remained unmoved.

The woman's lower lips rolled up as she also stomped her feet to the floor in annoyance.

Ian actually wanted to laugh. Just this time he saw his wife's funny behavior while sulking and upset. "What do you want to say?" ask with a big smile.

Noura pursed her mouth and lowered her head.

"Noura .. eat." Ian returned to power and started eating his burger.

Within minutes the woman was unmoved, not even talking.

Ian sighed and stopped eating. "Noura, why are you doing this?"

"Wow, wow, where are you going?" Ian swiftly grabbed his wife's arm. "What's up to you being this sensitive?"

Sensitive? Noura looked back at her husband.

Ian, who was about to laugh, was forced to gulp at the angry look of his wife. "Eh, sit down, baby." He carefully pulled his wife back into the chair.

The woman according. Still grumbling, the woman sat down. Tumben he called me 'Honey'. There must be a wish, because since marriage, he has never called me 'Honey' again'.

"What do you want?"

Want what? The female net was perfectly rounded.

"Noura, I told you. Now our relationship is friends. Can't we just get along?"

Noura was astonished. They're married and now her husband says they're just friends? Huh! So why did they get married and why did they sleep together? This is totally insane! This guy is crazy!

Without tears flowing down the cheeks. Shortness, how tight his status was changed with as good as his stomach. He bowed.

"Nou-Noura ...." Ian was wrong. Why is she crying again? Couldn't she just say what she wanted without tears? "What the hell do you really want?"

At that moment, the woman was trying to gather her scattered heart. Grievous. It was broken and could no longer be repaired. It's too bad for him to come back. His knees are gone. He felt that he no longer needed to be repaired because his heart was unable to. It's already final. He doesn't want to deal with this anymore. "I want a divorce."

"What?" Ian shock.

Noura's tears were getting louder. He let it fall. The man did nothing in his decision. Not reject or agree. Not even trying to give her soothing words or even hug her. She felt alone and became a spectacle for her husband.

Ian was completely shocked. He did not know what to do until his wife suddenly stood up. Quickly the man grabbed the woman's arm again. "We'll talk about this later. Now, you eat first." Saying just that, the man seemed to be out of breath. He needs oxygen.

It was nothing, he was still in shock but he was forced to make a decision correctly, while Noura's statement made it look like he had just hit his head on a very heavy truck. He still could not believe what he heard. Without realizing it, the corner of his eyes began to get wet. Ian tried to blink his eyes so that his tears would not fall.

Meanwhile, Noura was in a downcast state, trying to wipe away her tears. He tried hard by taking french fries from his plate even with trembling hands. He slowly finished his food in silence.

Sometimes he drank because he remembered the painful thing. Sometimes he had to pat his chest a little because of the difficulty he swallowed. He's still hurt. Sometimes the corners of his eyes are back.

Ian is no different. He ate in silence but his brain was digesting, let alone the next step he had to take.

These two people ate very strangely. Hold the sob in silence.

After eating, they returned to the car. Both of them look bland face up to the house, but when down Ian immediately grabbed his wife's hand and by walking quickly he pulled her up to the room.

Noura has no power to resist. His energy was exhausted when crying earlier with the thought of his marriage which is still as long as corn which is now coming to an end.

In the room, Ian immediately locked the door. "Noura I won't divorce you."

"What?"

"Whatever happens I won't divorce you!" firmly the man.

"But I don't want to be with you anymore."

"I don't care!" The man is getting angry.

"Well, what kind of marriage is this?" Noura shed tears again.

"I don't care! I don't give a shit!" Ian's voice was shrill. "You want to sleep with me, right? Come on, we do it now."

"Dian!"

The man pulled his wife to the bed and dropped her on the padded mattress.

"Aah!"

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