Trapped in Love Om Mafia Possessive
Bab-88-Typing spoiled, Grey

"Syall! I can't sleep if I don't hug her body!" Grumpily Grey kicked the blanket.

Arazey was really clumsy at his stance, whereas Grey had already explained that Bram's assistant successor was a man and previously he was just joking.

But Arazey was already angry and upset, as a result Grey still slept different rooms with eyes that can not be closed.

Grabbing his phone then Grey opens the chat application and the name of the wife and her message history appears at the top.

...'My Little Wife's'...

...*Chat On*...

^^^"Honey.."^^^

^^^"Have you slept?"^^^

^^^"I can't sleep🥺"^^

The three messages had been delivered, but like her Arazey was already asleep with her dreams.

^^^"Honey opens his door, please🥺"^^^

^^^"I want to hug you,^^^

^^^" Hugging our baby twins"^^^

Grey really didn't give up and it seemed like the man was intending to disturb Arazey's sleep.

Eventually the spam chat he sent to his little wife was read, and Grey quickly re-typed something quickly.

^^^"I'm cold honey,^^

^^^" Looks like I'm sick🥺"^^

"Typing you're so much better!"

The reply managed to make Grey's eyes glare perfectly, then he immediately rose from his position.

^^^"Ishh honey, come on!!"^^^

"Enjoy your punishment and don't disturb my sleep"

"Honey"^^^

^^^"Sayang"^^^

^^^"Baby"^

^^^"Ishh kok even off!!"^^^

...*Chat Off*...

That's the last message Grey sent, because it looks like Arazey turned off her phone.

The man fussed and threw just any cell phone.

"Durhaka is a wife! Husband himself told to split the bed! Later if her husband plays with other women how hah!" Grumpy pissed Grey.

"But luckily I'm not that kind of husband, you should feel like Arazey is luckiest. But why would you throw me out of my own room huh!"

Grumbling, nagging, and venting his frustration on the mattress that Grey is sitting on, until finally the phone sounds indicating there is an incoming call.

"Where is my phone arghhh!!" Shouted annoyed Grey went back to tear apart the blanket that was already messy.

Grey found his phone, but the call was over. The man quickly opened up the call history.

"Mama?" Mumbled Grey.

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Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"Honey!!"

The knock on the door that had been heard slowly now turned into a buzzing sound, where Grey typed the door of his room with energy.

"Hon-"

Ceklek~ Bughh!

"www!" Grey's pain whimper when getting a pinch right on his forehead.

"Whisper!" Arazey growled at Grey.

"Honey's sick.."

"I don't care and go back to your room, then don't disturb my sleep!" Arazey said with great emphasis.

After saying this Arazey was about to close the door again, but Grey quickly restrained her.

As a result of the sharp plotting was what Grey got from Arazey's eyes, as if those eyes wanted to get out of his place.

"Tu-wait for honey, I've got some important news" Prevent Grey's plan.

"What?!" Sneaky Arazey. "If it doesn't matter I'll finish you off" she threatened to pick up the slippers and prepare to hit Grey.

Grey restrains Arazey's arm, which holds his own, and puts on a serious face. "It's about Aqila" he said seriously.

Hearing the name of the younger brother mentioned then the face of Arazey who had looked angry, now turned worried.

"What happened to Qila? She's okay, isn't she? Nothing else happened, right?" Cerocos panic Arazey.

"Please, baby, calm down okay?"

"Quick say Grey!!"

Before actually making his voice, Grey first took a deep breath.

"Aqila is conscious"

"What?! You're not kidding, are you?!" Arazey's happy squeal wiggled Grey's arm.

Grey shook his head slowly. "No honey, Mama called" she said.

A hug that felt so tight hit Grey's body, now his little wife who was hugging him looked very happy and his laughter was heard.

"I'm very very happy, Grey"

"Me too, honey ta-" Haven't had time to finish her speech suddenly Arazey let go of her embrace and looked at Grey's face full of twinkle.

"Let's go to the hospital" Take Arazey with enthusiasm.

Grey just fell silent looking at the wife's face, until finally his little wife tugged at his arm and invited him to walk.

"Wait for honey"

"Wait moreover? We need to get to the hospital and meet Qila"

"Listen to me" Grey pulled Arazey's second shoulder and rubbed her gently.

"Listen to what else Grey? I can't wait to talk to Qila"

"Honey" An unexpected tone came out of Grey's mouth, and it managed to make Arazey shut up and look at her husband's face.

"Aqila was conscious, but she was.." Grey was silent, not continuing his words.

"But why? What's up Grey?"

"Qila lost her memory"

The deg!

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