Buying My Maid's womb
Revi's husband, Clear Husband

"Today, Bening's friend wants to visit here, Mas Gara, okay?" ask Bening to Gara while putting up a tie for her husband.

"Your friend whose name is Nilam?" ask Gara.

"Yes, Mum."

Because he seemed to think for a while and then he pulled his hair straight back.

"Could you like to get out of the plan?" ask Gara. Bening blinked his eyes.

"Can you, Mas Gara?" ask Bening doubtfully.

"Byeah, I'll say yes where you're going. If it's just a way to the mall, no problem. Some of your friends are girls, let alone friends from childhood."

"Thank you, Mas Gara. At best in the house of ajalah, cook here. Bening hasn't seen Nilam in a long time. Kangen, he's so nice."

Bening unceasingly praised the friend from the time of the orok. He also did not expect, so long did not meet, Nilam finally appeared again as what he said? Oh, Bening recalled, as an assistant to a famous artist. I don't know which artist, Bening doesn't understand either.

"Darling, Mas Gara is leaving. Today will not be late. Don't forget to take vitamins and milk."

"Yes, Mas Gara, Bening remembers all those routines."

"Good, Mas Because I love you."

Bening smiled, every time Gara said that sentence. Almost every day he was showered with soothing love sentences. How Bening does not persimmon if the owner of the uterus is so soft to treat him. Bening really not forced, she loves Gara even though only as a second wife.

Bening delivered Gara to the front door, not forgetting her husband landed an old kiss on her lips and forehead before they separated. Bening waved his hand, smiling happily. The real household life, actually has been obtained. Even more than his expectations so far. In the past, when Bening was a child, he often played house-to-house with peers, where Bening played the role of mother and other friends as father and son. Really, now that he's grown up he can realize his childhood dream.

At half-hour one afternoon, when the Zuhur had passed by with Bening who had just folded his face, he heard the door of his house being knocked. Bening hurried to wake up, he welcomed Nilam's arrival.

"Beep!" Nilam soared happily, hugged Bening tightly and was amazed to see the minimalist but luxurious house.

"You're finally here, Lam." Bening immediately embraces Nilam into the house.

"Oh my goodness, you know, I entered earlier using an online ojek, called KTP same security guard. Crazy, the housing of kayaks is like this, yes," muttered Nilam in disbelief.

"The next time you tell me, you're a friend of Bening's. Must have been the security guard immediately gave me permission to enter."

"Hehehe, I'm sorry Ning, I still can't believe you got rich like this" Nilam said honestly.

"No papa, really, Lam. The rich are not me, but the husband."

"Hush! You just want to talk, Lam. I married my husband officially. Not a stash of sugar sugar, you said that."

"Eh, really??? I thought you were really so simple as that sugar papi."

"Oh, what else is sugar papi, Lam? I'm officially married. When you wanted to give me an invitation, you weren't hired. He said you moved. Your mother got to my name when I came back to the village, get married."

"Eh seriously you got married in our village, Ning?!" Nilam almost squealed in disbelief. He shook his head as if he was inexhaustible with what he was hearing at this moment.

"Yes, where have you been Lam, I've been looking for you. You don't exist. "

Nilam suddenly glum. Bening who realized that immediately invited Nilam to sit in the middle room. He had prepared a snack for the two of them.

"I said it on purpose, Ning. Toni is a real asshole. I want to sell him to his friend when he doesn't have money to buy drugs. I run away, hide everywhere until work so a handyman delivers drinks in a dimly lit cafe. Until I heard he got caught by the new cop I dared to come out of hiding."

"O Allah, I am so. But sorry, Lam, my feeling about Toni was not good from the beginning. I really wanted to take you away from that contract yesterday but I saw you feel at home there, and I didn't want to make you hate me if I meant to go."

"Yes, Ning, it's my fault I didn't hear your words. But never mind, now I'm free. I have a job too."

"Yes, you said you were an assistant to a famous artist, right?"

"Yes, Ning. My boss is a famous artist, she's a very beautiful darling her love story is tragic."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Lam."

Nilam nodded for a moment, then his face lifted, his gaze going around. Suddenly his eyes caught a single photo in a very large frame size. A Clear photo with a wedding dress being hugged by a handsome man. Patchouli rounded his eyes, that's not the man in the phone wallpaper of his boss?

Nilam short of breath, pointing at Bening's wedding photo that was plastered sweet as if laughing at him.

"Ning, I didn't see it wrong, did I? That's your husband??" tanya Nilam almost lost consciousness.

"Yes .... That's my husband, Lam."

"Name Ning, what's her name?" tanya Nilam is running out of oxygen.

"Mas Gara, Anggara Dewa."

Patchouli head bobble, his head swirling. So Revi's husband is Bening's husband? Really, the world is not as wide as the leaves of Moringa.