HONEY OF MY WIFE'S CHOICE (RUBBY)
Change style Mas edra

Edra Pov.

This is how it feels to play with children, even though they are tired, but happy.

"Dee, if you hold on any minute, it'll be happier to see our Maliq grow even more adorable" I murmured.

I glanced at the clock, it didn't feel like two hours had the woman gone to the salon, but never returned. I saw Maliq getting tired, and carrying him out from Wahana playing.

I took a tour to find the mother, her sign, and it turned out to be true, they were still there.

"It turns out it's still here, old pantes. Why just?" my reproach.

"Mother's in line sir, it's gonna be a long time." Fight Vinda.

"Ih... Mba Win a handyman..... Yes, Mas, if By came suddenly continue to boking the entire salon, would pity the same who already did. So, By was in line. Ma'af yes, long time. But it's over again." Rubby replied to me.

I sat in the chair, and waited for him to finish, with Maliq in my arms. We got bored and slept together.

"Mas... Wake up, let's go home."

"Hmmm... Which willa?"

"Udah came home first. It's the same kid the compact dad actually slept together," the ledek, while taking Maliq from my sling.

I stood up, relaxed my body for a while, then took her back to the car.

"Darling.." call me when you focus on driving.

"Yes, Mas?"

"According By.... Is this old?" ask me, with an occasional look in my face reflected in front of the car.

"Yes, hehe... Wh why? Old-timer, By is still Love, "his god.

"Mas want dong, change the hairstyle, cool style, paint the hair a little."

"Ih... Tumben, why?"

"Yes... Let the pans be tight. That's right, same by." my god, with a wink.

"Isa... Ganjen.... Yaudah, By herself the vermak."

"Can you?"

"Yes can... Mas mah stay haircut, cut the same mustache beard, and....."

"And what?"

"There's... Just surprise." answer me yes.

I just looked at him with a suspicious look, to be honest, afraid that he would prank me later.

Arriving at home, he immediately put Maliq to sleep, and leave it to Bik thisah. He then took Ky to the room, and asked me to take off my suit and shirt.

"What are you doing? It's late afternoon" I asked.

"Bright... What emang? He said he wanted a haircut. There's no way to cut hair in that suit. O Allah, Mas.." Nagging.

"Oh... Yeah, forgot...."

Rubby began to launch the action, shaving my mustache, my beard that just grew a little, not to mention my hair that began to long. I just resigned, with all the activities of this sa'at.

"Darling... Don't be weird yeah, later Mas more strange, not more handsome."

"Yes, Mas... Believe me, in the past, By was often a barber Bang halim, the same Bang ramlan. The patient barber has also."

"Huh? Shave what'an?" surprised me.

"Yes.... Shave, shave anyway. If people want that operation."

"Huh?"

"Don't be surprised, you're a nurse."

"Oh... Aye, yes... During her time as a nurse. What have you seen?"

"lots... From the ordinary to the severe. In fact, Bang Bagas also died sa'at By again the business of menejahit his severe injuries." he replied.

"Not sad anymore, it hurts so much. I tried, but I couldn't either. The wound's gaping too wide, Mas."

I massaged my head, goosebumps the feeling of the whole body imagining all that.

"Darling... Stop, don't continue. Not strong enough."

"Hmmm... That's it, Mas, I think even though being a nurse is full of risks and many are faced. But, By was better prepared with that. Compared ngurusin pwrusaha'an big, because it is not the field By."

"Yes, Mas knows... But harua keep learning yes, By do promise, keep the mandate Brother."

"Yes, Mas... Uh, that's... Uluuuh, my husband's handsome," he praised me. While I, hopefully anxious, headed for the glass and saw my new appearance.

"Yes Allah... Why is this so, baby?" surprised me, who saw my new appearance. My mustache and beard are plontos, my hair is getting neat, but painted in Blonde by Rubby. My hair began to moult, he cut half plontos at the edge, but still a little long in the middle.

"Darling... What style is this? It's a youth style for Mas,"

"But good Mas, saucy. It's fresh, seriously."

"Mas does not PD This way... I have to get punished" I threatened.

"Eits, what punishment? Want nabok?"

"Engga... More than a prophet," I answered.

I faced her, looking at her sharply. I took out both my hands, with my fingers forming scissors, and stamped them at Rubby.

"Sriiiing, sriiii... Here, students. Laugh until it gets tickled." I said, then blinked it.

He ran around the room to avoid me, because he actually could not stand the amused, but he laughed off with all that stupid behavior.

"Your laughter, the laughter that expands in accordance with the state of your soul. Happy to see it, I'll make you always laugh like this, even though I always have to act stupid and childlike."

It was time for dinner, we all gathered at the dinner table. Bik thish and Pak hadi, surprised not play to see my new appearance.

"Dra... You?"

"Why Sir? Weird huh?" ask Mr. hadi.

"A little weird, but cool, fresh... It looks younger," he replied.

I'm quite flattered, quite a word can lower a little crisis of my self-esteem sa'at this. Grateful too, Bik inah and others did not bully my new appearance.

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" Dear, today at the office?"

"Yes, Mom, why?"

"Maliq brought?"

"Hmmm... Pity, if it should be carried on. But no one can take care of it. In this case, it feels like I want to ask Mba Winda Mas to grant it to me," his god, by justifying my suit.

"By, what lipstick do you wear? It's shiny, but it's not good, I like to look at it."

"It's not lipstick, it's lip balm. Good for nourishing the skin of the lips so as not to dry."

"A lot of women's equipment." I wonder.

"Mas... Try to wear it too, it's working outside right now. Not too much for the sun's effects. Here, By pakein." she said by taking her lip balm for me.

Cup..... I kissed her lips.

"Eh... Why nyium?"

"Mas males uses so, especially most. Dapet transferan from By's lips aja bit, quite good." answered me.

He pulled the collar of my suit, and pointed it right in front of his eyes. Staring at me intently, "Why do I have to be a little, if I can be a lot,"

That gaze was quite nervous to me, moreover, I felt, the more tempting it was now.