Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
13. Choked
Nabilla's chest was thumping with gusts of breath repeatedly released the burden of fear just by hearing the voice of the baritone Wira who had managed to make him many times he continued to beristigfar because he almost showed his beauty all along only she intended for her husband as a seductive form of admiration by looking at him lawfully.
Nabilla, who was wearing warm clothes and entered the blanket while calling her husband's name by overshadowing the activities of those who had no impression before but were able to break the longing of her heart tonight.
Amran silence even ketusnya language that catapulted the handsome man into a beautiful song for a Nabilla even he was used to it. She only remembered the sweet impression that was not much but it was able to settle there when she recalled how charmed her face was able to tear down the pride of her husband who began to pick her lips to bring her to the realm of nirvana even though only up at the door of the beautiful garden and after that she returned to the hot coals that continued to roast her heart at all times with the last impression that her husband had given her beautiful eyes.
Nabilla felt her own lips, re-feeling her husband's reckless erotic kisses coming into her mouth. The burly hand had seen the shape of his body even though the burly watch was just squeezing the plump chest even felt perfectly full in the stocky hand.
Now imagine again, Nabilla craved it, whether it would happen again but whether it was when he could feel it again.
"Amran. Why can't I control my body with the hatred I have for you. Why does my hatred for you even attack me to continue to miss you at all times? I don't even have a cheek object that I can call you just knowing about you. Are you okay now? Did I just go home? that way I want to know she's missing me too right now? or ....? no....!
I am not the woman he missed. I am far from being sexy because the contents of his head are only filled with the shadow of Fina even.. ahkkk...! what they did that night until Fina's innocent body was real exposed in front of me. No. ..no ....! this longing is only mine alone, not with Amran. He must be feeling the warmth of that idiot woman's body.
A man who has brought another woman into his wife's house means that she no longer means anything to him. Isn't that the same as being subtly removed by my own husband. Nevermind! I'm gonna go to bed. It was a good two hours waiting for dawn" said Nabilla, then recited a sleep prayer while closing her eyes.
The next morning, Wira looks very curious about the figure of a woman who makes him unable to sleep all night. Wira just ruffled her morning breakfast made by Bu Tatik. He wanted to ask for breakfast made by Nabilla so that the girl herself would serve him. Nabilla's job was only at night and it was a very long time to meet the girl. While the rules in the house are in accordance with their respective rules.
"How am I supposed to meet Nabilla? did I take her on a family vacation next Sunday because Arsen is off school. My mom let him come. Akkh...! how about I use Arsen, then, mommy will let Nabilla come along, "the inner hero who is now missing the figure of the veiled woman.
"Dad. Accelerated father. I'm too late!" said Arsen while gulping down his milk.
"alright. Take your bag and salim to Oma," said Wira who had been waiting for his assistant.
The father and son were in a car. Wira glanced at Arsen who seemed engrossed with his father's cell phone. Wira starts with the action asking Arsen to seduce Omanya so that Nabilla can join the holiday with them at the end of this year.
"Arsen! Holidays at the end of the year, where are you going?"
"Outside of dad. To Russia alone," pinta Arsen.
"Don't go there! I don't know that very complicated Russian and it's blocking our communication that can only use English" Wira said.
"Yes, it's up to me where to go on vacation." Arsen resigned to the will of his father.
"We go to Turkey only," pinta Wira.
"Hm!" arsen said focus on his father's phone.
"You guys take Nabilla's mom!" pinta Wira
"What's? mami Nabilla can come?" asked Arsen with a glowing face.
"Hm! but you have to convince your Oma so that Nabilla's mom can come with us" Wira said.
"Cie..cie .. My dad finally had a crush on Nabilla. You know dad, Nabilla's mom" Arsen could not continue his words because he had promised Nabilla not to tell anyone about the beauty of the girl because it would make others curious especially with his father who was not Nabilla's muhrimnya.
"What's so great about Mami Nabila?" ask the curious hero.
"Why should I get married? has Arsen seen Nabilla's mami's face ?"
"Say mami Nabilla, the one who can see her face is only her muhrim or another man who will be her husband. If you marry her, you can definitely see Nabilla's mom" Arsen said.
"Hopefully, Nabilla's mom loves dad," Inner Wira.
Arsen got down from his father's car which had arrived at the front gate of his school. The hero continued his journey to his company. He kept staring at the pretty face of Nabilla on his phone." I'll get you Nabilla in the lawful way you told my son, "inner Wira.
When entering the night, the time is very much awaited by Wira to be able to meet with Nabilla. All the family members had gathered and waited to be served by Nabilla.
Nabilla was so nervous as she poured rice on the plate of Wira who also felt the same way as her. Lady Irene inquired about the thesis of her youngest daughter, Nadine.
"Nadine! What about your script?" ask Mrs Irene.
"Alhamdulillah. Nadin graduated with the best grades. Nadin can value A+," said Nadin with a face sumringah.
"Tumben your brain is diluted," ledek Wira.
"Wasth...! Don't underestimate Nadin's ability. But it's all thanks to someone mom. He is very great and Nadin is very impressed with his figure," said Nadin as he chewed his food.
"Are you approaching Amran again?" ask Miss Irene.
Degggggs.....
Nabilla's heart suddenly shook violently at the same name as her husband.
"Hopefully it wasn't my husband they were talking about," said Nabilla, who was peeling an apple for Arsen.
"Amran who's mami?" ask Wira.
"That's you! Mohammad Amran AL-Ghifari his best friend Reno your sister, did you forget?"
Duarr...
Auhhght...!
Nabilla screamed as her hand unconsciously sliced until her blood dripped making Wira reflexively approach Nabilla but her hand was pulled by mistress Irene.
"Sit down Wira! Nabilla can bandage her own wounds. Remember. He's just a waiter!" sergeant mistress Irene cynical.
"Mommy. Do not always demean a servant. Fear mami will lick spit mami herself someday," said Nadin who immediately took the p3k box for Nabilla.
"It's okay Miss Nadin. It's just a small wound. I'll let you go to my room first. I'll be back later" Nabilla said, holding her finger, which continued to bleed.