CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
Cinderella Without Glass Shoes

Almost every day busy in the same company takes care of children, Bagas knows Dara like again need a brain refresh. Even though he never complained but Bagas understood how the brain felt if it had been mumbling. For a long time, the two did not have a romantic dinner. In the afternoon when they were at home with Dara lying flat on her back on the bed and opening her thin glasses, Bagas approached.

While stroking his wife's cheeks gently continued the caress that was getting down and stopped on the favorite mountain of a million people, Dara opened her eyes and continued to love the code to immediately turn her hand to cheek.

Bagas cengar cengar was discovered. He lay down beside Dara. Both equally sprawled. Their relationship that does not use dating alias immediately married it does make the two do not have any nostalgic memories other than about the debates in the past as long as Dara and Bagas are still only limited to secretaries and superiors.

Different from Bagas who graduated playboy, the memories of the former are very much but really nothing special. Bagas turned his head, looking at his pensive wife. He was guessing, about his wife was thinking what again.

"What are you thinking?" ask Bagas.

"There's no such thing as that."

"But you're like someone else with a burden."

"Ih, there should be a reason before?"

Shut up again.But really, Dara's face is really like a really hard again. Bagas will be ketar ketir. He most quickly understood that his wife again wanted to be naughty, his brain was immediately connected, but he at least understood the heart language of women who again wanted something else but did not know how to say it. And Bagas was sure that his wife wanted something.

"You want something else?"

"Hmmm." Tuh kan's!

"Say aja loh Mami, kok diem-dieman I know if not told."

Dara looked back for a moment and turned her face to the ceiling.

"Mandi deh Yang, this abis I take you for a walk out."

Hearing that Dara was instantly spirited. Bagas raised one eyebrow. She smiled to herself see Dara was undressed and kept coming in the bathroom. Bagas himself was still engrossed on his back while staring at the ceiling of his room.

Think his life is too unique. Never thought at all would be a wife from the ordinary, because the Bagas expedition about the wife was very wah. But look at his life now, having a wife because of an impromptu marriage. The more here he realized God's way to stop the action keplayboyan he tuh yes through Dara. That's your soul mate Bagas, the glasses girl Dara Betty lapea, from the ordinary but it feels amazing.

Bagas. Especially if you remember he now has three children from his marriage with Dara. Her children are handsome and beautiful. Her life is getting more organized, mami is also getting ahead. True said people, girls who used to be normal once married and well cared for will be Cinderella too. Cinderella has a watermelon without glass shoes.

"Mas, where are we going?" Dara came out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel. Bagas who is again engrossed in nostalgia so back again to his consciousness.

Dara immediately went to the dresser, pulled a plain black dress and started styling her hair. Dara's feeling was that her husband would take her to a special place. Dara is now busy drying her hair continue to take hair stylist to make the look of long and thick hair so much better.

"Duh, it's beautiful." Bagas out of the bathroom. With bare chest Bagas approached his wife who was very beautiful.

"Mas Bagas cepetan change clothes." exclaimed Dara while clapping kayak dede Apem if again pleasure. Bagas laughed a little at the enthusiasm of his wife.

"Wait a minute."

While watching her husband change his clothes, Dara smiled. I did not expect and still do not believe that the crocodile idol of the women was her husband.

"Here Mas, I'm the pigtail of her hair."

Bagas sat on the dressing table with Dara who was busy drying her husband's hair. He began to pucker the hair Bagas already dry neatly.

After finishing, Bagas stood up and turned around and hugged Dara. It's a hug really a hug to say I love you not a hug to say I want a great night with you. No, it's really an affectionate hug.

"Are you happy not to be Bagas Gumilang's wife?" whispered Bagas slowly.

"If I'm not happy, maybe I'm not here anymore. There are no children among us. No one is jealous if they see you being teased by another woman. I'm so happy."

"Thank you. I'm also happy we can get to this stage, hopefully until the end of life."

Very romantic words in Dara's ears. So the more affection and love Dara same crocodile gondrong.

"Well, I want to take Cinderella without these glass shoes romantic dinner like a young man who is drunk with romance."

Dara's mesem-mesem heard it. They started to step up, got into the car and darted towards a happy night. The messages still continued in the car with those who were still looking at each other. Bagas was very happy to see Cinderella she was beautiful with a simple look but still elegant and seductive. Until then the happy smile turned into a wry smile not clear when he accidentally looked down.

"Honey, you are indeed a real Cinderella me even without glass shoes, but do not wear flip-flops also dong not matching the same dress." Bagas patted the eel, Dara immediately lowered her head. Really, sandal home pinch feathers again nangkring spoiled on his beautiful legs.

"The Son turned to Mas." Dara roared while hitting the dashboard in annoyance. The preoccupation of the mesem-mesem even makes him forget to change the style of the feet.

Bagas immediately turned around before Cinderella without glass shoes turned into Misae Nohara, her mother sinchan who likes to scream and get angry while carrying a broom handle.