Husband For Keara
Sorry dear

Keara kept a bowl of soup noodles and cow's eye eggs on the table in front of Harris. His face was bent and his lips pouted. He was very upset with this man in front of him. If only this man wasn't her husband, maybe Keara would've beaten Harris as hard as her small strength.

A bowl of red-fruit noodles still puffing the smoke he kept on the side of Harris's front desk. Keara pulled out a chair to sit in front of the man.

Harris held her lips so that her smile would not rise. His wife's upset face was adorable to Harris. Although he was upset, Keara secretly cooked noodles for him. Make Harris's heart flower. At least the woman who was crashing is still hearing his whimper if her stomach is also hungry.

Harris was greatly comforted by the close embrace that Keara volunteered earlier. Although there must be a sneaky trick to lure it. Because previously Keara seemed to still be annoyed and kept her distance from him.

"Why are those bad nights, baby?" harris said he opened the conversation at the dinner, after a long time both of them had eaten in silence.

Keara still refused to open her mouth. He just sniffed his shoulders and continued eating.

Harris chuckled very quietly even almost without a sound. He wanted to seduce his wife again. Suddenly he took Keara's bowl. Making Keara who was cool sipping noodle soup surprised.

"What the hell??" ketus Keara with round eyes irritated.

"You've been invited to talk about that not responding.."

"Forgotten?? I talked last night about Harris more than responding.. Now I dare to know me. Nakut-nakutin ghosts. Kissing neck. The iceberg ngeselin! I have no feelings." Keara catapulted her tails with a reddened face.

"Iceberg? Haha.. I haven't heard you call me an iceberg.. Kirain I'm already warm and even hotter." seduced Harris again. Ignoring the annoyed face of Keara. He also deliberately ignored the suggestion that he had no feelings. Harris did not blame Keara at all if the woman judged him heartless. Ironically, it is.

"This is my food. I'm still a laper." said Keara who was still reluctant to respond to Harris's clumsiness.

Harris pushed his wife's bowl of noodles. He also devoured more noodles that still have half a portion.

"I'm serious, baby.. At midnight like this eating spit does not make stomach pain..?" ask Harris again.

Again, Keara pulled his shoulders. But this time her mouth opened to respond to her husband's question. Although only a short answer was thrown out. "For the sake of it."

Harris smiled broadly. But not showing it. He chose to face his bowl. I just want to finish the food. To be faster to execute this woman in front of him. He could not bear to melu*mat pouty lips that have been flushed due to eating spicy noodles.

"Aahh.." de*sah Keara while rubbing her flat stomach sign her stomach is full. Spicy food is the most fitting for a more emotional mood as he feels today.

Keara was about to get out of her chair, but Harris blocked her arm.

"Darling, sorry.." said Harris.

"WHAT?? NOT DENGER!" ketus Keara's.

"SORRY... I'M SORRY SAYANG.." Harris raised his voice in a made-up style.

Keara turned and looked intently at her husband. "I'm sorry for what?"

"Make it all."

"What in detail is all that? Harris wants to apologize for which mistake? Does Mas Harris know what's wrong?" Keara serocos vented her frustration.

"Curl..." Harris rolled his eyeballs. To Keara, the man seemed to be looking for an excuse. Though Harris just trying not to choose the wrong word that can further ignite the emotions of his wife.

Keara got up with both of her palms stomping at the table. "That's it.. Mr. Harris was not really apologetic. That's why you're still confused for excuses, right..? Ngeselin."

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