Suffering After Marriage
Attempts to seduce Bian
2 Weeks later...
Today Ara followed her husband to the hospital during lunchtime. As usual, she did not tell her husband before she went there.
In his hand was a plastic bag containing a food box that he had cooked in his house.
" Miss ? " Bobi suddenly got up from his seat when he saw Ara who stepped closer to his boss' room.
" Miss Ara should know that Miss Qilla has just come inside and is intent on seducing the boss" thought Bobi, Bian's secretary
" Why are you here ? Didn't you say that today is going to be a holiday because you have to look after your wife ? " asked Ara while narrowing her eyes looking at Bobi who seemed like he wanted to say something.
" My wife is cured, so I can work. Miss, just now Miss Qilla walked into the boss room carrying food, "so said Bobi while looking at his boss' wife
"What ? Qilla is now in my husband's room ? " ask Ara with round eyes
" Yes, Miss." Reply Bobi lowered
" Don't Qilla's company with Bian's company not working together yet ? Then why is he here ? '' asked Ara looking confused
" Said Miss Qilla, she came here to apologize to the boss, but the boss did not heed Miss Qilla's arrival," replied Bobi with a lowered head.
" He must have wanted to seduce my husband again," thought Ara with a visibly irritated face.
Ara then headed to her husband's room.
In room 1, Bian was working one by one. In front of his desk was Qilla who came ten minutes ago to apologize while carrying food.
Today, Qilla is deliberately wearing a shirt whose chest is left open and a short span skirt that is unable to cover a small part of her thigh. Qilla chose a shirt that was smaller than usual. He thinks it's an opportunity to tease Bian while Ara's not around.
" Is there anything else ? " asked Bian when he realized that Qilla was still not moving from his room.
" Bian, eat first. I deliberately prepared lunch for you, "Qilla opened the food box she was carrying in front of Bian's table, even though Bian wouldn't look at her.
" You don't have to bother, though," said Bian cuek with a gaze that focused back on the monitor screen. To be honest Bian was sultry with the clothes Qilla was wearing. But Bian believes that Qilla knows better because he is an adult.
" It shouldn't be that she's wearing sexy clothes in front of a married man" Bian thought
" I don't feel bothered. I just want to apologize for yesterday's matter" Qilla replied
But Bian was silent.
Qilla began to saturate because Bian really made her upset because she did not want to touch the food she brought.
" How do I trap Bian ? Even my clothes were only in the lyrics a little," thought Qilla in annoyance.
BRACKET...
After arriving in front of Bian's room, Ara pushed the door firmly until the door leaf touched the wall which made a loud enough sound. Ara's breath in an instant hunting saw Bian and Qilla in the same room.
" Ara ? " Bian suddenly stood up, gasping to see Ara standing in the doorway with a tense look on her face. Looking at Ara's sharp eyes, Bian's premonition was already very bad.
" Will Ara misunderstand me ? " bian said in his heart anxiously.
" Ah, it turns out there's a Qilla here." Ara said as she squeezed the plastic bag that was in her grip. He glanced at Bian at a glance then turned to look at Qilla
Just by looking at the look on Qilla's face alone Ara could already guess the cunning thoughts of Qilla.
Qilla sighed resignedly, not yet had time to act but Ara had already come.
" I'm here to apologize for yesterday's problem" said Qilla. It was deliberately that she raised her skirt slightly upwards.
" If I can't tease Bian, then I will make Ara angry and misunderstand her husband" Qilla thought with a sly smile
Ara walked towards Bian's oversized table, she then grabbed a glass filled with water.
" Dear, are you thirsty ? " cock Bian with a gawking look
Ara looked at Bian with a cynical look then approached Qilla. With her lips raised next to her, Ara then splashed the water on Qilla until the minimal clothes she wore became wet.
According to Ara, the clothes worn by Qilla were more suitable for women of the night.
" Ara ? What are you doing ? " quilla grumbled as she flicked her hands at her wet skirt.
" I did it on purpose because it looks like you're overheating. I also felt that the air in this room was very hot. It's only fitting that you wear such clothes" Ara quipped as she wagged her palms in front of her chest.
" Rather than scolding Bian, I better teach Qilla another lesson" Ara said in her heart.
Bian immediately looked wide at his wife's behavior. This time Bian did not want to interfere, for fear that his wife was angry with him.
"You..." Qilla pointed at Ara's face with a feeling of annoyance. This was the umpteenth time that Ara humiliated him.
" You'd better change your clothes, because I'm worried that a guest will come here and see your messy clothes" Ara said with a mocking smile.
Qilla hissed in annoyance, with a powerful stomp of her soles the woman walked towards the door.
" Wait ," Ara
Qilla who was preparing to pull the door knob immediately stopped her steps and looked back.
Ara closed the food box that Ara had brought and gave it to Qilla
"I hope don't pay too much attention to a man who already has a wife if you still have self-esteem" Ara said with a big smile even though her heart held an unstoppable anger.
" From now on I have to improve my attitude to stay elegant but firm." Thought Ara
"One more thing, my husband is not a striped nose man who thirsts for eyes seeing women not wearing clothes" said Ara
" Bian, I hope you don't reject it. It's just food as my apology" said Qilla without reaching for the food box. And Qilla came out of Bian's room.
Ara snorted, how she was so fed up with Qilla's attitude
"What should I do so that Qilla doesn't bother Bian anymore ? Why has he never been caught ? Should I do something even harder to get Qilla to come ? " thank Ara
Now Bian and Ara were in the room.
" Dear ? " call Bian . But his wife remained silent. Ara ignored her husband's call.
Ara just kept quiet while thinking about Qilla's already outrageous attitude.
