Become a CEO's Deposit
Wife's cooking

The atmosphere outside the building began to darken, the night mark was starting to come. However, the two handsome men were still busy in the company. Because of the urgency of work that suddenly came.

Alva sighed, moving about, relaxing the muscles in her body. Overtime this time was really agonizing, because of the impatience to go home, and spoiled with his wife.

However, there was a smile on Alva's lips, he looked at the screen of his cellphone that lit, found 2 messages from his wife, first Chilla asked him to eat at home, and then he was at home, and the two girls sent a photo of the red lingerie. The most beautiful clothes he likes.

Bochill first time 'bochill

[Waiting for you, Daddy]

It says a caption below the picture, bearing the sign of love some seeds.

Alva did not stop smiling, imagining the wife who was wearing her favorite clothes. The sense of patience was getting thin, Alva again stared at the computer screen, wanting to quickly finish his work. And eat the wife immediately.

While Juna who felt hungry, stepped towards the Master. "Sir, don't you intend to have dinner first?" Ask pleasantries, but his own stomach that has been asked to be filled.

"No Juni. I want to finish my job as soon as possible. The food at home sounds more tempting." Reply Alva without avert his eyes. While the ten fingers were busy pressing the keyboard.

Juna swallowed his saliva. Failing already he indulges the stomach that has been floundering thrashing.

"All right, sir." Juna dragged his feet weakly. Steady body is contiguous, requires intake.

"Eh, if you eat, just eat Jun." Alva said suddenly, making the owner of the name immediately smile. The man turned around, facing back towards Alva.

"Really, is it okay, sir?"

"But then when I'm done, hehe." Alva cengengesan.

Goddamnit! You brash boss.

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When the man reached the gate of the mansion, where he and his wife were sailing the household ark.

Without waiting for long, Alva immediately swung a step, a step that looked wider than usual. Leaving Juna who could only look at envy, wanted to quickly feel home at work welcomed by his wife.

Haish, did I get Nana married?

Alva opened the big door impatiently. Circulating his eyes all over the corner of the room, looking for the petite figure he so longed for.

"Dear." Call him, step in. And as he was about to go to the room, he saw a shadow of the wife, followed by the sound of cooking utensils that were being used.

Alva's feet moved, with a smile, he entered the kitchen. And sure enough, with passion-enhancing clothes, Chilla was seen pouring vegetable soup into a bowl.

Alva watched her girl as she strode silently, and gently the burly hand coiled perfectly in Chilla's belly.

Notes. The picture is again swerving, wearing red service clothes.

"What are you doing, hem?" Alva asked, while his head was already blown between the recesses of his wife's neck. Inhaling that body scent, that scent was so opiate.

"I'm cooking, honey."

"Am I poor now?" He pecked at Chilla's nape, while his hands had crept everywhere.

Hearing that, Chilla chuckled. Recalling his conversation back then when Alva asked if he could cook? And the answer is no, because she will be the wife of a rich man.

But now, the girl instead learned to cook so that her husband would be happy.

"Darling, stop! Honey has to eat rice first, just eat me." Chilla screeched, as she felt her husband's finger, it had already begun to pierce his elbow.

"But I can't wait to eat you, Honey." Not heeding Chilla's words, Alva lifted the tiny body, and sat him on the table.

The man had wanted to grab the wife's lips, but as quickly as lightning Chilla held her chest. Chilla glanced to the side, and they both found Rani coming in without making a sound.

Ck! Alva clucked loudly, as her activities were delayed.

"Sorry, Sir. I was not on purpose, I think Master has not come home, I am here to help Miss to prepare dinner." He said lowered his head, realizing that Alva was annoyed by his presence.

"Darling... No need to get angry, we can continue later." Chilla grabbed the burly hand, then dipped it alternately. "Now, let's eat. Your wife's first meal."

Alva sighed, trying to calm down for the sake of the wife who had been hard-earned to please her heart. The man smashed the top of Chilla's head, and left a brief kiss there.

Chilla spooned the rice to her husband's plate, complete with a bowl of soup, fried tempeh and an omelet.

"Good meal, my husband." He said with a fluffy smile, hoping his cooking can spoil the tongue of his beloved husband.

Gladly, Alva scooped and put the rice in his mouth. He began to chew, while his forehead frowned slightly, enjoying every taste of his little wife's cooking.

Don't disappoint him, don't disappoint him. You can swallow it. Alva murmurs in the heart, and continues to repeat until the chew has been swallowed, entering the esophagus.

"How dear, does it taste good?" Chilla asked enthusiastically, asking for an opinion. The face was very happy, and Alva could not break it.

Slowly, Alva nodded, then raised his thumb finger. "It's so good, honey." He said, then peeked at Chubby Chilla's blushing cheeks.

"really? Well, that means Chilla's efforts weren't in vain." Said the cheeked girl clapping her hands. Then the muah muah, he kissed the entire face of Alva without any gaps.

While Rani frowned in wonder, why his master said delicious, even though the cuisine was very salty and not worth to eat.

"But by the way, how much salt did you put in this soup?" Alva asked again.

"Eum. Three spoons." Reply to Chilla by raising her finger, showing the number three.

Alva held a smile. Then he broke Chilla's head with a pity. "Have you tried it?"

Slowly, Chilla shook her head. "No, Ms. Rani I told you to try. She said it was delicious, and Big Brother would have liked it. And he's right."

"Of course, this is my wife's cooking. And this dish is the hottest dish I've ever eaten."

Chilla's smile grew wider. "I'm curious, Brother, I want to try."

And Alva moved his finger. "No, this is mine." The man returned to eating his food so voraciously that the soup quickly ran out and Chilla did not need to taste the food.

"Dear, but I want to try." Whining, tugging at Alva's shirt.

"Don't love, you made this for me, so you can't ask for it."

"Is the soup that good?"

"It's really delicious."

"Then Chilla will cook every day."

Uhuk!

Alva immediately choked, Chilla hurriedly grabbed the glass filled with water, and handed it to the man.

"Slowly slow." Tegur Chilla while rubbing her husband's wide back.

"You don't have to cook food for me every day."

"Why?" Chilla's forehead immediately wrinkled complete with pursed lips, disappointed.

In Rani's heart began to giggle, knowing that the Master must be lying.

"Darling, I don't want you to get tired. You're tired enough to put me in bed, no need to get tired to cook food."

Hearing that, Chilla smiled shyly, then hit Alva's chest hard. "Sister, there's Sister Rani, I'm ashamed."

"Then, then..." Alva got up from her seat, and without warning she lifted up Chilla's body, until the girl's hand rolled around her neck. "We'll just go to the room, so you don't have to be shy. Tonight I want to see your skills." Whisper Alva teases. Stepping forward without caring for Rani who kept looking at him.

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