Melissa, The Lost Memory
Old Man Powered

Melissa walked back and forth in front of the window of her room. Doubtful, he immediately dismissed his desire to contact the husband.

Melissa tried repeatedly to stay classy by not taking care of the news. However, Melissa's sense of prestige was in fact able to be defeated by her sense of concern.

Melissa threw away her entire ego by contacting her husband who had just struggled to maintain his household. Melissa wants to congratulate and reward Brad for the victory.

But ... one-time voice tut from Melissa's neglected call. And breastfeed some of the next tut sounds that indicate Brad didn't pick up a call from her.

"Maybe he's busy! or don't have time to see a cell phone," muttered Melissa who intended to close her call.

"Hallo, Miss Melissa?" A voice shocked Melissa that someone else was carrying Brad's phone.

The voice is so easily known to Melissa, because the voice of the man who had worked with Brad for a long time is easily known to Melissa.

"Oh, Mario .. Does the father exist?"

"Sorry before, Mom! I'm preparing to hold a live press conference. And at this time the father is preparing his victory speech."

Although there is a bitter. However, in Melissa's heart there is a sense of pride in the husband who is so fulfilling and serious in his work.

"Yes, you help me."

"Maybe there's something Ms Melissa wants to tell him?" Mario eagerly wants to convey a message from Melissa to Brad who craves the love of his wife.

"No, Mar! forget it!" melissa replied slowly.

"really? Yes, if there is none!"

A little while Melissa thought and was silent as if she wanted to convey something to Brad through Mario. Melissa shyly said that, "I don't want to be a widow" Melissa said so quickly and cut off an international phone call with Mario.

Mario was astonished, his two eyes did not even blink hearing the honesty of his boss' wife. All the years Mar worked with Brad, only this time Melissa discussed something as surprising as before with him.

Mario immediately walked over to Brad who is now getting service to arrange his appearance before holding a press conference with his support team.

"What's up, Mar?"

"Anu, Sir!"

"What, anyway?" Brad is getting annoyed with Mario's behavior and complexity.

While Mario himself confused how he began to say a message from Melissa.

So Mario found an idea, Mario walked up to Brad who was glazed in front of a mirror to pay attention to the appearance before the live.

Mario brings his face closer to Brad's ear, indicating that the man wants to whisper something very secret to Brad.

"So, Ms. Melissa called to your phone, sir."

"Keep, you picked it up right?"

Mario nodded and started thinking about how the word frame became a sentence to start explaining to Brad.

"No, Sir! wrongful. Ms. Melissa said she didn't want to be a widow."

Brad's face, which had been so tense after the temporary announcement, now began to slacken casually due to the honest confession from Melissa.

"Prepare the flight as soon as I finish this live!" said Brad gave orders to Mario and began to fix the location of Brioni Vanquish II branded suit, this gilded men's suit chosen by Brad's stylish fashion is somewhat different from the morning upon arrival to the winning house. With this luxury item, Brad's appearance that seemed expensive will have a suppression effect on the opponent who has lost.

"Today too, sir?" Mario confirmed Brad's words that went into his ear.

"Actually right now, but how else. After this live I'll fly to New South Wales."

Brad can't take it anymore to drag his wife home and won't let her go again.

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Around one in the morning local Sidney time. Melissa, who was fast asleep, felt that something was wrong with her body.

To avoid this unusual feeling, the pregnant woman immediately pulled her blanket up to cover her entire body.

However, Melissa's desire was able to be thwarted. Melissa's sense of smell captures the smell of masculine body mist. Not only the fragrance of perfume that came out so that Melissa also stretched, touches and caresses that repeatedly made the woman feel disturbed by her sleep.

"Damn it!" he cursed in his heart as soon as he began to realize if there was someone who was presumptuous to enter his room.

"Go! don't bother me!" pinta Melissa with a bit of raving even though she did not open the two manics.

"Wouldn't she be a widow?"

"Let go, Brad! you could hurt your son,"

"Oh come on, honey! my son will definitely support his father." said Brad then cupped Melissa's hands up to touch the headboard.

"The last time you were drunk and wild, Brad!"

"This time I promise I won't hurt you, Mel! we do it with a mutual feeling of belonging, don't we?"

"Gombal, I hate you old man!" Although in a pinch, in fact Melissa can still make fun of the husband.

"But this old man is still powered up, honey!"

"Keep your hands and mouth from my body!"

"No way, it's too late!"

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