Berlianku My wife
211. Perfumes.

"Huuft Hah"

Farid took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Although the air in the bogor is so cold and even foggy. Farid excitedly flushed his body early in the morning.

And now Farid is neat with a batik shirt suit and gray cloth pants. Farid sprayed perfume all over his body.

Until one bottle runs out. Because of the farid perfume bottles, expensive perfumes whose maturity is small. Actually a little already fragrant, because so nervous it makes him not confident and squirts excessively.

"Well, what's this smell?" exclaimed Farid's friend who was still curled under the blanket after dawn prayers.

Yes that's the bad habit of Ardi, although it has often been reminded his wife still done. It's ugly, you basic.

"What do you mean?" ask Farid offended.

Why Ardi even hueek, not that he has used maximum perfume to smell.

"What the hell does this smell? It is my idol gatel. Lest there be ghosts again" replied Ardi smelling perfume fragrance flowers are so stinging throughout the room.

"What ghost do you mean? After noon too, you mostly sleep anyway so kumatkan lo, dasarr" let's look at Ardi still wear T-shirts and shorts and tangled face.

"Huuh huuh" Ardi woke up and snorted.

Then crawled still on top of the bed towards Farid and then covered his nose.

"Haiish crazy lo. Do you wear perfume does it smell like gini?" teasing Ardi to Farid the fragrance is so outrageous that it stings.

"How is this?"

"Pfumery sellers are also not gini-gini very Riid. Haiish" said Ardi again flapping his hands in front of his nose.

"What a sting, huh?" ask Farid pale and more inferior.

"Yes, open the window dizzy I smell ginian" replied Ardi frankly, because basically Ardi did not like the stinging smell.

"Ck. Does it smell like I'm dizzy?" ask Farid listlessly.

"Hunt open the window!" replied Ardi ruled as well as he did. But here is Farid.

"Do I need to change clothes?" tanya Farid was really sad and felt frustrated because she felt dikatai perfume made dizzy.

"Ehm" sees Farid expressing Ardi's serious guilt.

Though Ardi was happy to drop his mental theme. Why Farid overreacted.

"Hehe" then Ardi smirked Farid's facial wrinkles.

"Are you laughing that way?"

"I'm so funny to see that pale face. Selow bro, selow" said Ardi chuckling.

"Taik lo" said Farid throwing his stuff at Ardi

"When the window is opened, there is morning air. Lo lebay anyway. Doang's fiancee too, a very big rippong!" tease Ardi again.

"Lo say doang, it's a historic day for me, I want to greet people's children? Accepted what not? I have to perform optimally and impress Anya. You don't know Anya's brother anyway?" replied Farid in self-defense.

"Yes you do not need to sleep also you have definitely accepted, why you are nervous, this is a formality of doang!" tease Ardi again, actually Ardi's speech was right, but still Farid felt harassed.

"Ah lo's. You do not know ragasanga ngelamar, just marry secretly" Farid replied back insulting Ardi.

Ardi who was married in a slightly reprehensible way was offended by Farid's words.

"Who's the other me?" answer Ardi emotions.

"Loh really, you can just say that. Don't you use the application show? Marry the marriage and lie" Farid replied again increasingly mocking.

"Damn you!" answered Ardi. I like it when people are offended.

"Gue really, right? There is no proposal, right? You don't know what it's like to sleep!"

"Why is it?"

"Yes diem you, don't talk"

"Okay, I don't want to talk about your handing over. Basic Lebay" replied Ardi really he was now the one who was offended.

"Why am I lebay?" tanya Farid did not accept.

"Lo who did me first, Budurrr"

"Yes abis lo talking mulu, do not know the nervous theme is not it help!" namel Farid again.

"I want to sleep" replied Ardi.

"Woy. inu it's 7 o'clock. Sono lo bath"

"Relieve it!"

"Keep making you come with me here, bentar again bokap I'm making breakfast"

"I thought!"

"Basar lo emang yaa! Woyy wake!!"

"Bother you!"

"Ishhh" Farid hissed and pulled down Ardi's blanket telling him to get ready.

****

At Lord Aryo's palace, everyone was prepared. They sat in the living room waiting for Dinda.

Mr. Aryo still had a mysterious expression while playing his phone. Sitting next to Bu Rita listening to his wife speak.

Alya sat down to appreciate her parents. But Alya's focus is not on when Dinda came, but on the trash can where Mr. Aryo threw the gift away.

"Dinda. I have to take that photo tear" Alya's inner self inwardly twisted her own finger.

Alya should know what it is. It must be related to her husband.

"Well, is papah ready yet for a speech to represent from Farid?" ask Bu Rita to Mr. Aryo.

"Mah's look, don't think about it" replied Mr. Aryo lightly. Welcoming and proposing to people's children has become a small thing for him.

"Jeng Mirna sorry yes, if our child's marriage was very simple" said Bu Rita to Bu Mirna. Reminds me of an embarrassing event a few months ago.

"It's okay Jeng. What matters is that our children are now happy" said Mirna.

"As promised, after this we have a reception. I have prepared. Anyway, later it must be festive" replied Bu Rita told Ms. Mirna.

"Oh Jeng, Alya is already pregnant, is there any need to hold a reception?" ask Miss Mirna.

"Lhuh no problem. Alya's pregnancy has not been seen. That's why don't go back to Jogja. We prepare our child's reception" Ms. Rita replied again.

"If Nak Ardi and Jeng Rita really want that, I'll go along" replied Ms. Mirna.

"Ehm" Alya was uncomfortable with the conversation of her in-laws and mother.

Actually Alya and Ardi do not want any excessive reception. Her life is so happy now and feels perfect.

"Well, isn't it Al? Do you agree that Mama's having a reception?" ask Rita to Alya.

"He. yes Mah" replied Alya nodding.

"Well, was it the MUA yesterday? Stay meeting clothes, the same rental place, the date is also already" replied Bu Rita explained to Bu Mirna.

"His date has been set by Mah?" ask Alya.

"Yes, next week!" replied Bu Rita's spirit.

"Next week?" alya asked in shock, the feeling yesterday said it was still 1 month, why suddenly next week.

"Dear, you've come along. Anyway just wait to settle" replied Mama Rita.

"But his clothes have not fit Mah, Alya pesen same Mba Intan" replied Alya felt her in-laws a little cheating. Why the origin determines without consent.

"Catalin only. In part we can choose a lot of dresses in our boutique, if you want to buy elsewhere also a lot. You just have to wait for it to go right!" answer Miss Rita.

"Ehm, yes Mah" Alya replied nodding.

Fortunately there is no Ardi, if Ardi knows there will be another world war between children and mothers. Ms. Rita prepared without any more negotiations.

Then from the outside came an online taxi in.

"It looks like Dinda Mah" Alya said looking out.

"Thank God let's get ready" said Bu Rita standing with his expensive bag.

And Alya's prediction was correct. The adult girl wears a batik-patterned dress, with short shoulder-length hair getting off the taxi. For a moment Dinda was dumbfounded to see the spacious courtyard of Mr. Aryo's house.

Then Dinda walked up to 3 middle-aged people who looked neat.

"For Aunt Om" said Dinda cupped her hands and bowed to greet Mr. Aryo, then shook hands with Bu Rita and Bu Mirna.

"Sir Dinda, very beautiful, pangling mother" said Ms Mirna who already knew Dinda.

"Hee.. Thanks Mom, Miss Mirna, how are you, sehay?" sapa Dinda is happy to see Alya's mother again.

"Thank God be healthy" replied Ms. Mirna.

"Do you know me?" ask Miss Rita.

"Had you been at my place yesterday?" ma'am Mirna replied, Tell me about her son's vacation.

"Oh that?"

After finishing saying hello, Dinda squinted her eyes to collect Alya's promise to get Dika's number.

Alya discussed the blink of an eye, gave the code later on just go home. Dinda also pouted.

Mr. Aryo then glanced at the clock.

"Let's Mah go!" said Mr. Aryo gave the order.

They then leave.

"Be careful" said Alya, escorting his family.

"Yes, you're also careful when you work" replied his parents.

After the car left. Alya rushed in and picked up the trash that Mr. Aryo threw away.