Just take him for you
Space Plan

After two weeks, Angkasa wanted to surprise his wife, who was often angry. He thought his wife's attitude like that, probably due to his mistake because of dishonesty at the beginning of their move into this house, related to the empty space where storage of goods.

Angkasa nodded in satisfaction at the presentation that described the two neat-looking people sitting before him.

"The seven-night clock begins, so Pak Asa must be ready from five in the afternoon at the location" said the man with a neat appearance.

"It can be arranged, I don't need to dress up, right?" Angkasa chuckled happily staring at the neatly arranged concept of the event before him.

"Thin-thin, sir, let me be amazed."

"You can just. Media how?"

"It's all done, sir. Pak Asa just stay present. We've prepared up to the details of the event helped by Mr. Emran as well."

"Yes, yes, yes, if he has to help if he still wants to continue his career," continued Angkasa with amused laughter.

"Well then, if no one wants to be discussed again we say goodbye to preparation later tonight."

"Thank you very much, don't let me down tonight." Angkasa stood up greeting her with his cheerful smile.

Until two of his guests came home, Angkasa began to confuse romantic strands to invite his wife to a special dinner later. He repeatedly wrote on paper, but repeatedly squeezed the paper and dumped it in the trash.

Space picked up his phone, then pressed a number directly connected to Emran's room.

"Hello, where's your boss?" angkasa said as soon as Emran's secretary answered her phone.

"There, Mr. Asa. I'm sambungka--"

"No need, get him here."

"Good, sir."

No need to wait for long, Emran appeared from behind the door with a bent face.

"What's more, by phone can also chat if you want to vent."

"This office is not a place to confide. As a superior, I call ya you should come right away. Please help me put together a romantic line to invite women to dinner." Space shifted a piece of paper as well as a pen to the front of Emran.

"You're asking me to come into your room just to write a dinner appeal for Salma?"

"Yes, wrong? Buruan wrote," said Angkasa impatiently.

"Say in the office is only a matter of work, then this is what his name is," grumbled Emran while writing on paper.

Angkasa develops a satisfied smile after reading Emran's handwriting.

"You can always be trusted."

"It's normal, why can't you?"

"Ga know yes, actually not much different from what I wrote earlier, but read your version as different."

"If Salma knew who the beautiful word was, she would fall in love with me."

The smile on Angkasa's lips suddenly disappeared, with a sigh of his hand to drive Emran out of his room, "OK thank you, back there work."

Emran's grim breathing accompanied the man with glasses step out of the room of his boss and his best friend.

Space again read the writings of Emran, he who had wanted to call Salma and expressed his intentions immediately did not become. He prefers to write messages rather than mispronounce and cause his wife to misunderstand again.

'My dear Salma why tonight I want to spend the night alone with you. Imagine sitting together enjoying a romantic dinner in the moonlight and a cool gust of air at night. I hope you say yes to my invitation, My Moon Orchid.'

Salma frowned and laughed amusedly reading a strange message from her husband.

'OK,' reply Salma briefly.

Angkasa, who was anxious waiting for his wife's answer after he pressed the send button on his phone, sighed disappointed with Salma's reply. But once he was quite relieved Salma received his invitation, because otherwise the plan he neatly arranged would fall apart.

'Later four o'clock as usual there are those who come for makeup and bring a dress huh'

Impatiently just texting each other, Salma contacted her husband directly via video call. Angkasa was surprised when he received a video call from his wife, he immediately repaired his hair and sitting position.

"Hello, dear Tumben want a video call." Angkasa revealed his big smile, although his heart was still nervous as it was at the beginning he spoke to Salma through a video call.

"I can't type anymore, see." Salma raised her hand that was covered in flour.

"Again what?"

"Fry a banana, it's cold."

"Why don't you just ask for a aunt?"

"There's nothing else to look for."

Angkasa smiled to see his wife who seemed focused on putting one by one bananas that had been covered with flour into a pan.

"Why should I eat out? What's the show?"

Salma's question awakened Angkasa from his admiration of observing his wife.

"Oh yeah, there's no show. Just wanted to please you."

"Fried bananas like this is already happy for me, no need to eat out ga nice to meet people later appear again news of sorts on social media." Salma scrunched her face.

Just a few times out together and also once with the twins, news with various titles spread on social media. Salma was too lazy to leave the house again. Their marriage, which has not been published, makes the public have a variety of speculations.

"Don't worry, it's different. I guarantee you private."

"Okah" said Salma.

"Every four o'clock yeah, baby they'll come."

"Shall be self-sufficient?"

"Yes dong, let's be more beautiful."

Salma stopped the flipping motion of the fried banana on top of the pan. He faces his camera with a sad face.

"Bored seeing me wear a negligee and never groom like this?"

"Ow, it's not like that. You're always beautiful no matter how you look." Salma was still staring at him doubtfully, "Eh, I want a meeting first, I'll see you later tonight huh, honey."

Space pretends to code someone behind its phone for a reason to disconnect. If the dangerous talk is continued, the event he arranged later tonight, can be ambyar not be left.

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