Big Boss Wife
Chapter 159

WHIPPING

After the pregnancy spa, I followed Zayn who still had to work after two days off. Today they both —Kak Zayn and his assistant, started to move as usual,

"Kai, this is your home certificate," Zayn said as he held out a yellow map to the Assistant Emperor.

The Emperor's assistant received a gift from Brother Zayn that he promised me when I had meatball cravings a while ago.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you Boss often like this" said the assistant who is now Kak Zayn's brother after the wedding of Princess and Zayyan yesterday. "Miss Boss don't want that anymore?" ask Assistant Kai to me.

Brother Zayn took off his glasses and stared dislikefully at the Asiten Emperor.

"I'm sorry, boss, you want to finish my job." The Emperor's assistant immediately left with a map containing his certificate.

"I thought the same thing about Assistant Emperor Deh Kak" I said, walking closer to Zayn who was sitting in his seat of greatness. I massaged his shoulder that felt sore even though he had only been working for a few hours.

"What do you want Queen, not the weird one." Brother Zayn grabbed my hand and kissed it.

People say, pregnant is the right time to appreciate yourself as a woman. So, I should be able to make the most of this moment, right?

"Still I thought, but I now want to have lunch in the office cafeteria huh." I slightly bowed and peeked at Sister Zayn's cheek.

"Huh? Eating in the cafeteria? How about if you eat here, Vivi will come to the cafeteria and come here, yes" said Zayn who seems to mind if I eat in the office cafeteria.

"No, we go to the cafeteria. Lunch time soon, let's get crowded!" I pulled out the hand of Brother Zayn who was willingly following me.

In the company canteen, all employees are free to take whatever food menu has been cooked, and everything is given for free.

"Mr Boss," said the man who is the head of the kitchen, as to the person in charge of the business of the office.

"What's the menu today?" ask Brother Zayn.

"Today there is vegetable soup, vegetable lodeh, soto ayam, and rawon meat, sir." The man showed me the nameplate of the food in front of the food booth. Each booth is guarded by one employee.

"What do you want to eat, Queen?" ask Brother Zayn.

"Sayur sop same tempe fried, fried tofu, soy sauce sambal," I replied.

Simple food is mama used to cook for me, because I don't really like broiler chicken.

"We will prepare Sir. What do you want to eat?"

"Same on," said Brother Zayn.

"Excuse me, sir."

"Son't you ever eat in the cafeteria like a gini?" my many.

"Yes, once or twice is it forgotten" he replied.

After we sat down, our food was ready. The kitchen head himself presented it. Along with that, several employees began to arrive. They were very noisy in line for food, and it seemed like they had yet to notice Kak Zayn's presence here.

After finishing serving food, the Head of the Kitchen left us, while the atmosphere of the cafeteria was getting crowded.

"Why are you smiling?" ask Brother Zayn who will bribe food into his mouth.

"No. I'm just looking at them so noisy."

KakZayn put food in my mouth.

"In the meantime our house will be crowded. A shadow of four babies crying together, are not many of our homes." Brother Zayn laughed.

His heavy laughter made some employees stare at us. It seemed like they were starting to realize that their superior was in the cafeteria.

"Ehem." Brother Zayn cleared his throat and tidied his tie, he did take off his suit before going to the cafeteria earlier.

employees who begin to realize the presence of their boss, no longer noisy and calm.

"So, I think it's a real shave in their eyes" I sneered, and I fed my own food.

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After eating in the cafeteria, we returned to Zayn's room. As I was about to enter the room, I saw a cardboard food wrapper in the trash. Cardboard inscribed with steamed layers typical of the city of Surabaya. It seems to belong to Kak Zayn's assistant.

After the door opened, I entered followed by Brother Zayn who closed the door.

"You rest in the room yes, I want to finish my work," said Brother Zayn, then sat in his chair.

"Sister, I want a steamed layer of Surabaya," I told Zayn.

He squinted and closed his eyes wearing his glasses.

"Don't be weird, Queen, I'll call Mama to make Mama, who's like a bolus, right?"

"Ih no, it's steamed layer sister. I want a steamed layer of Surabaya, not one made by Mama."

"Yes, who wants to go to Surabaya to buy steamed layer?"

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