Actually, I'm His Wife
Chapter 32 Am I being too outrageous?

Farraz came home happy with his proposal received by Elsa. He left Bandung this afternoon and has just arrived at his house in the middle of the night. Meanwhile, Elsa is still in Bandung because there is a shooting schedule there. Farraz could not accompany his lover in Bandung during the photo shoot, because tomorrow Farraz had to attend the Company's annual regular events.

"Good night, sir." Welcome Hadijah who opened the door for her employer.

"Night." Answer's cuek.

His steps continued to move towards his room. However, before actually entering his room, Farraz instead stepped into Ayana's room. He opens the door to Ayana's room and enters the room which happens to be unlocked.

"A very nice room." He said when he saw the state of Ayana's room was clean, neat and fragrant.

His feet stepped towards the bed, then he laid his body there.

"Warm and comfortable!" He shouted while closing his eyes.

A few moments later, Farraz fell asleep in Ayana's bed.

"Why did Mr. Farraz sleep in Madam's room instead?" Hadijah said astonished.

He peeked out from the gap of the room door that was not tightly closed. And after seeing Farraz fall asleep, Hadija closed the door.

"Mr Farraz seems to miss Madam very much. Basic man. If it's in jaili, there's no turn, even miss." Celoteh Hadijah while continuing to step towards her room that was behind.

After Hadija left, Farraz opened his eyes again. She realized she was lying on Ayana's bed.

"I have to go back to my room." Rise from the position of the bed.

Drriitts…

Handphone vibrates. Elsa called.

"Yes, honey. What's up?" Ask Farraz.

"Have you arrived home?" Ask Elsa.

"Already dong. It just wanted to be booby." Spoiled answer.

"Don't forget to wash your hands with your feet before going to bed." Elsa said, reminding.

"Ehmm, she wants you. I miss you, but it just split a few hours ago." Said Farraz in a spoiled tone of voice.

"Tomorrow afternoon I went straight to Jakarta and the night we met again." Her speech.

"Of course baby. I'll pick you up and take you to this house."

Farraz is really happy and can't wait to be alone again with Elsa at home.

"Bobok yuk yang ya baby. Bye.." Elsa said.

"Muuaacchh.. bye dear." Farraz gave a virtual sun before ending his conversation with his girlfriend.

His lips continued to smile happily, and his body again lay on that soft mattress.

"Wait!" It was like forgetting something.

"I have to move all of Ayana's stuff to my room."

She rushes to collect some photos of Ayana as well as Ayana's cosmetic tools. Not to forget he also brought Ayana toiletries and Ayana clothes. Then, he took all of it to his room. He arranged all the items neatly in his room. Meanwhile, Ayana's room instead looked like an empty room.

"I'm sorry, my dear, I don't like anyone else coming into my room. Especially my room in this house. If the room in the house of Mama anyway, still canla. But, this room no one can come in." The bitch speaks for herself.

Ting…

Notif messages from Ayana go to Farraz's phone. He immediately read the message.

(Ayana : If you bring Elsa home,

please don't bring her to my room.

If that happens, then better

Order mbak Sejah pack

all my stuff.)

(Ayana : I will go straight out of the house.

Because I don't want to be a part of

your illegal relationship.)

"Am I being too outrageous?" Ask himself.

Then, with a heavy heart he returned all Ayana's belongings back to his room.

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Since morning Ayana and Handi have been very busy working on some things about the project. They work with passion and hope their work is liked by clients. Even though the sun was almost sinking, Ayana and Handi were still excited at the site to monitor the initial process of building the project.

"Yana, this is almost magrib loh. Not that you haven't prayed ashar!" Sandy reminded.

"Just calm down, Han. I cannot pray. So, it's safe to work all day." He said with a smile and winked.

"really?"

Ayana nodded to convince Handi of her condition.

"But I can't leave you alone here."

"Why?" Ask Ayana.

"Yaa.. afraid you've been kidnapped by a handsome bule." His word.

"Hahahaa.." Ayana's laughter boomed at Handi's chattering.

"There's a shower. I want this magrib loh." Ayana asks Handi to go to the hotel first.

"How are you?" Sandy is worried about Ayana.

"Please, Han. I'm good, really. I'm going home there." Expel Handi.

With lazy steps and forced smiles, Handi stepped towards their rented car. He drove straight to the hotel which was less than ten minutes away.

Meanwhile, Ayana is still on the project construction site with some construction workers and also architectural trust clients.

Drrittt…

Ayana's phone again rang and it was a call from Fikri.

Before answering the call, Ayana asked permission to slightly move away from the location. And after feeling a bit lonely, then Ayana answered the call.

"Assalamualaikum, mas Fikri."

"Waalaikum, sister-in-law. Can you just have a minute?" Ask Fikri.

"Well, I'm busy, mom." His kill.

Actually Ayana is not so necessary anymore at the location, especially because the sun has sunk. But, Ayana deliberately reasoned like that to avoid Fikri who wanted to ask for his time.

"I've asked permission to take you and they're allowing." Said Fikri who turned out to be near the leader of his team.

Ayana grindukan looking for the whereabouts of Fikri, until her eyes found the figure of her brother-in-law who waved at her.

"Stay there. I'll come for you." Fikri said via phone.

And when Fikri began to step towards him, Ayana immediately outsmarted the conversation via the phone.

'What does he really want from me?' His inner being felt suspicious of his sister-in-law.

"Follow me, we're going to a cafe near here." Take Fikri who has stepped ahead of Ayana.

Although heavy, Ayana still stepped following Fikri from behind.

"Don't be afraid sister-in-law. I'm not gonna hurt you." Said Fikri as he continued to step up.

After walking for about three minutes, they arrived at the viral cafe there. They go in and order drinks and cakes for food while chatting casually.

"This is the first novel and the first print of a bestseller. There's already a sign of the author." Write a novel to Ayana.

"First Love's. This is the first novel, Fikri?" Ask Ayana while looking at the cover of the interesting novel.

"Yes. And the novel was inspired by my first love." Reveal it.

"I'll read it when I have time to spare." Ayana said while putting the novel into her handbag.

Then, they also enjoy the drinks and cakes that are available in front of them.