The Tough Wife Belongs to Mr. Arogan
Tough Wife

Morgan slowly began to open his eyes, winking his arm slowly as warm sunlight touched the surface of his face. He stretched out his arms and opened his eyes perfectly.

Faintly he saw his wife Megan Queeni, walking closer with clothes se*si also the face that in the thick makeup polish really looks stunning. Of course it makes Morgan feel surprised, where his wife went so early in the morning? He got up and sat up straight, after wiping both of his eyes, he asked.

"Honey, where are you going so early in the morning? Sek*i really?'' morgan asked to look at the wife's face and comb her body from head to toe.

"Where else? It's Sunday, I want to shop 'lah,'' Megan replied with a flat face.

"Hm ... All right, do you need money? Need a transfer?"

"Sure dong, I want to buy a limited edition bag. Transfer about 30 million."

"Okay, I'm transferring now."

Megan nodded her head while smiling happily. The woman also menci*mi left and right cheeks of her husband and say goodbye.

"I'm going, Mom. You don't go anywhere. Stay home, okay?''

"Be careful on the road. Remember, don't drive your car. Go home soon when it's done.''

"Surely, darling. Remember my message not going anywhere.''

"Yes-yes, jesus!"

Megan just smiled a little and then really came out of the big house. Black glasses he wears as a complement to his appearance that looks more perfect. Megan grabbed her advanced phone from inside the small bag she had hooked up carelessly on her left shoulder. Afterwards, Megan is seen sending a text message to someone.

'I'm going there now, baby.'

That is the message he sent. Whether to whom he sent the message, the clear face of a Megan Queeni really looks cheerful also very excited. Megan walks into the car and gets into it later.

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Meanwhile, after the death of his wife Morgan just spent his time inside the house. He always obeyed his wife. Whatever Megan ordered she did not dare to argue. It was as a form of devotion for a Morgan and as his apology to Megan, Morgan would devote his life to his beloved wife.

For Morgan, Megan Queeni is the perfect wife, a good wife and a tough wife because Megan is able to survive being his wife in the middle of his basketball attitude. To her, Megan Queeni was a very tough wife who was able to forgive herself selflessly. Without him realizing, that Megan is not as good, as perfect and as tough as he had thought all along.

"Bi! Get me some warm coffee," Morgan sat back down with his laptop on the table.

"Well, sir," replied Bibi, the housekeeper who had worked with her for over 10 years.

Not long after, Bibi also came with a cup of warm coffee ordered by the employer. My aunt put the cup on the table then.

"This is the coffee, sir," he said, then he wanted to go back.

"Together, Sir. Excuse me first, '' said Bibi was about to leave.

"Wait, Bi."

Aunt stopped her footsteps.

"Yes, Sir."

"Feeling a special meal for dinner, I'll surprise my wife" Morgan said.

"Good, Sir."

Morgan nodded his head then looked back at the laptop screen and continued his work. Morgan's fingers were dancing between keyboards. Until finally he stopped his finger movements and pensive for a moment when his brain remembered something.

"Hm ... It seems I have to buy roses for my beloved wife" he murmured later.

The man got up and grabbed the car keys that he had placed on the table. After that Morgan actually came out of his house and was about to go to the flower shop.

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In the flower shop.

Morgan Maxime ordered a bouquet of red roses in bloom. The flower even gives off a fragrant fragrant fragrant that is so refreshing. After paying some money, the man began to come out of the flower shop with a smile that expands from both sides of his lips now look so happy.

"Megan must be really happy to see this flower. She'd love roses like this" he murmured later.

Morgan was standing right next to his car and was about to open the door. He stared at the flower that was still within his grasp. The smile grew wider, but the man's lips docked as he looked at the passing car right in front of him.

Bruk!

The flowers he was carrying were instantly dropped just like that. Morgan's eyes looked straight at the car where a woman was sitting with a man and looked friendly. Despite only a glimpse, Morgan was sure that the woman was his own wife.

"Megan?" muttered Morgan. His body instantly trembled in disbelief at what he was currently seeing.

SERIATE

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