When Married?
KM Part 142

Bunga was led to sit on the edge of the bed, followed by him who was resting on the floor bending his knees before Bunga, holding the hand of the wife lovingly.

"What's really going on? tell me, who's the one who made you suddenly worry about this kind of thing?" Literature tried to ask again hoping Flowers bluntly.

Flowers shake his head. "Nothing and nobody, just suddenly crossed my mind."

Bunga tried as much as possible to hide his anxiety so as not to be found out that he was lying now.

Literature tried to dive into the beautiful iris in front of him, looking at him slowly - the goal of trying to find answers from his wife's unusual attitude.

"Is there really nothing else that disturbs your composure?" tanya Sastra tries to ask as gently as possible, may honesty come out of the mouth of Flowers.

"Really, nothing else. Don't you trust me?" sahut Bunga with a face mixed awkwardly.

Literature reflects his smile. "Of course I trust you baby, from now on don't ever have a mind of sorts. You mustn't be too stressed, remember there is a baby growing in there, he needs a lot of love and also your attention." Literature touches the belly of the Flower.

Flowers rubbed her belly, a smile developed on her pretty face and she nodded. "You're right, there's something I need to pay more attention to."

"Then get changed, we go down to dinner together, I'll take a shower first." Literature stood up and rubbed the Flower's head, then stepped into the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom the facial expression of Literature turned grim, she was able to catch the face of the Flower lying to her. But Literature will not urge the Flower any deeper to tell the truth, it will find out for itself what the Flower hides from it.

*****

After making sure Bunga was sound asleep Literature opened his wife's phone. Check one by one from anyone phone calls and incoming messages but absolutely no suspicious contacts.

After hanging up his phone call he again lay down next to the sleeping Flower curled up, stared at the beautiful face whose eyes were closed, his hands caressing the long mane of Flowers.

"What are you hiding from me, baby?" literature mumble followed by a kiss on the forehead of the Flower.

Literature exhaled heavily, then pulled the Flower into his arms. The flower had already fallen asleep, but it was as if his body had recognized who was clinging to it reflexively the Flower curled up to Literature's chest and re-attached his hand to his male body.

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Literary work lately so dense, he is working on a large project in collaboration with the government. Literature must be completely focused so that the results do not disappoint, but now his mind is divided, his conversation with Flowers last night really disturbs his mind.

He rubbed his face rough, then contacted his men hoping that there was news that could be the bright spot of the question that kept spinning in his brain.

"How, did you guys see anything suspicious?"

"Since morning there is nothing suspicious sir, since arriving at the cafe your wife has not been seen going out or meeting someone," said a voice from the phone across there.

"You're really watching him, aren't you? the smallest thing you have to report to me!"

"Of course, sir, since morning we didn't move anything from this place, but - but wait a minute Mr_" the man paused his sentence.

"We just saw a woman coming and are now chatting with the Lady "

"A woman? send me the picture right now!"