Behind The Boss
Shopped

The honeymoon agenda is in sight. Today, Radit invites Kiran to shop for their needs there later. He wanted to buy some clothes for Kiran.

"Should you, brother, we buy everything?" Kiran stared lazily at the several paper bags that were already in the hands of Bara and the driver. They both carried him.

The items were purchased by Radit just because he glanced at the glance of the items, such as clothes, shoes, bags as well as some accessories that slightly attracted Kiran to glance at him. He did not expect that his interest was considered Radit as a signal if he wanted to have it.

"Of course I should. How long have you been my wife. Now we are shopping. I saw some of your clothes even look a little faded," Radit said.

"Which clothes are a bit faded, Brother. The feeling there is no Kiran shirt that is so," Kiran denied if it was said her clothes faded. If that's the case, isn't her appearance highly unfit to be TJ's secretary.

"There was. If it is not faded, it means Big Brother who is bored with your dress model is not how much it is. As the wife of a Radit Makarim, your clothes count a little," he said, looking at some of the contents of the store they passed.

"But still it's too much, brother. Next month we can buy again."

"Next month we're shopping again. Your clothes are different again. Your shopping money that I love you have never used, then for the clothes that we have bought it is nothing."

"No need to spend money anymore. Kiran has her own salary. After all, we only eat at home, so the money you love will never be used."

Radit stops. "Your money is yours. My job is still to make a living with you. Whether you wear it or not is your right."

"Yes." Yeah." Kiran did not dare to look.

"Including the purchase of this shirt is also your right and my duty." Kiran no longer denied.

Radit pulled Kiran's hand back. His eyes scanned the several shops they passed by. Now his steps stopped staring straight at the contents of the shop that was beside them.

Kiran reflexes seeing. "Sir .., don't tell me we want to buy ...." Kiran did not dare to continue. Her face flushed.

"Bara, you wait here. Kiran and I are going inside." Radit gave the order to Bara who was seen to be throwing his face away. He was also embarrassed.

"Sir ..." Kiran's slow call ignored Radit who had pulled her into the store.

"What color do I like?" said Radit while looking at some sample items in the storefront. The greeting of the store employee who wanted to help her chose to be ignored.

"Sister, shouldn't Big Brother ask Kiran about the colors that Kiran likes?" Kiran asked with a face that was still flushed. How can a man be shy when expressing this love, once his leisure to enter this store even calmly choose according to his wishes. Kiran will wear it.

Radit brought his face closer, slightly whispering in Kiran's ear. " I'm the one who'll see it. So I have to make sure the colors and models match my taste."

The answer that made Kiran's face warm up even more. Ah, yes anyway. Kiran sighed in silence. There was a subtle tremble in him.

"In a moment, we're there for seven days. That means we have to buy twenty pieces. Means ...."

"Sister, wait! What do you mean by twenty fruits? Don't you like to bring a lot of clothes out of town?" Kiran interrupted Radit's mutter.

"It's different. Clothes like this can't be bought there. Besides, I don't want to reduce our time together by shopping for clothes. There's no way we're doing laundry there either."

"But twenty Sis? Not that it's overrated. Anytime Kiran has to wear it. We're only there seven days." Kiran still wants to change Radit's decision.

Radit brought his face closer. Whisper more gently. " When I was in the room, Kiran had to wear this kind of clothes in front of me. If you want to be reduced it means you want to not wear any clothes when you are in the room with me."

Ah, the red of the tomato is already on par with Kiran's face now. He regretted asking too many questions. He decided not to ask again.

Some of the store employees were seen holding back their smiles seeing the interaction of the two people before them.

"Please put that down!" Show Radit on a mannequin.

The store employee drops Radit's designated mannequin and hands Radit a pink lingerie. The lingerie looked so thin and bright.

Radit accepted it and matched it to Kiran's body covering her face. "Too long!" muttered. Kiran gasped.

"Find the shorter one but the same color." Radit's orders again.

The employee nodded and shrugged off a different model. Radit. Then it re-match on Kiran's body. He smiled with satisfaction.

"If there are no rope models?" Radit asked without hesitation while Kiran already wanted to escape from this situation.

The store employee smiled then looked for what Radit wanted. He also ordered them to look for nineteen other different models. While waiting for the employees to find what he ordered, Radit invited Kiran to sit on the sofa provided in the store. Now the man's eyes were fixed on an object hanging on a mannequin, "Kiran, you don't want to buy d*l*m clothes either? Let's also choose the model that is the best and most comfortable for you."

Radit pulled Kiran's hand to stand up again. Heedless of his wife's already very red face.

Kiran gasped. His eyes widened to hear what Radit was asking. But looking at the man's leisure, he also tried to minimize the shock and extraordinary awkwardness that hit him.

"Ehm, .. maybe ...." Kiran answered him. He had not been able to complete his answer, the shame was very ambush because now Radit's gaze nailed to his chest.

"W-what? Brother see what?" tanyanya tried to brush off the thoughts that plagued her.

Radit did not answer. "I think it suits you," he said putting an object in front of Kiran. Unable to bear it anymore, Kiran covered her face.

"Eh, why? You're ashamed, aren't you? Its nothing. I won't see him in a while either." Radit glanced, whispering in Kiran's ear. Pulling the hand that covered his face.

Kiran scolded. "Sir, ...."

"Or do you also want to see the size of the cell*n*a in me? We will choose it after choosing yours" Radit said without sin.

Oh Allah Brother ....

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Kamil stood tall in front of a large house with six pillars. So luxurious and elegant. Everything still looks the same as when he left this house. Long time. Since that fight. Where for the first time Sandi was against it.

The security guard at the gate looked at him with a tremble. Still the same person as the guard in this house when he left. The security guard intended to take him inside but stopped because he refused. Finally, the security guard was only able to notify his arrival through the intercom.

Door opens. Asih was the figure he first saw. The middle-aged woman looked aghast. He closed his mouth accompanied by a clear liquid that dripped unsolicited.

Kamil just looked at her while commenting on a smile. "How are you, Asih?"

Bi Asih nodded. "Well. Nyo-lady is inside, above ...."

Kamil patted Asih's shoulder slowly. "Thank you for the information. I'm going upstairs now." The middle-aged man slowly walked up the stairs to the second floor, his mother's room.

For a long time, he stopped climbing the stairs of this house. Even though his heart was very longed for the owner of the house who took care of him with affection from childhood. Heart warms. Instantly remembered Sandi's words to him the other day. Because of these words, he ventured to come to this house.

"Go home, Brother. Mom misses my sister very much. Are you sure you won't regret it later if you don't see your mom now? Forgive Sandi, Brother. Sandi doesn't want to be the cause of Brother staying away from mama anymore now. Go home, Brother. We all miss you, especially my mom."

Drizzle. That enormous longing overflowed, filling the space of his heart. When he was away from this house, he felt very strong. But when he set his foot on this ladder again, the feeling arisen without being able to contain it.

Kamil's feet stopped stepping on the last foot of the stairs. He looked at the shadow of the one he missed from afar.

His eyes are closing. The wrinkles are very visible. His face looked haggard and thin from the last time he saw her.

"Mama ...," he hissed slowly, very slowly. His hands removed the clear liquid that had flowed down his cheeks. He hesitated to continue his steps.

"Just in. The madam always waits for Mr ...." Asih made a sound from behind him. I don't know when that woman was there. He didn't realize it at all.

He put his foot up again. "Mrs ...."

The old woman's eyes opened. "Kamil ...? I was like hearing her voice," the old woman's murmur was caught in her ear. His head shook sadly. But when looking ahead, one figure was fixated in place as if stopping the old woman's world. He widened his eyes.

"Breet ...." Hand reaches. As if wanting to ascertain further, the old woman moved, wanting to get up.

Kamil. Grabbing the body of the old woman sitting on the bed and immersing her in his arms.

"Pregnant? Are you right Kamil? Kamil my son ...."

"Yes, Ma. It's Kamil. Sorry Kamil just met Mama now. Forgive Kamil, Ma ...."

Kamil grabbed Madam Tutik's hand, kissed the old woman's back hand in reverence and flooded her with tears.

The body of the Tutik Madam shook. He patted Kamil on the shoulder. "Why did you cheat Mama. Why pretend to die? You promised you'd meet Mama secretly ...."

"Yes Ma. Kamil's wrong. Forgive Kamil. Forgive Kamil."

Behind the door a man also cried with them. Sandi Sanjaya's body also shook, no smaller than the two people who were inside the room.

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