King Haider
Cilya. my wife.

"Mom..how are you?" Cilya returned home greeted by her mother-in-law. The woman arrived home during the day. Only Lisa and Soraya were at home. Arsen and King are definitely in the company to work.

Lisa happily welcomes the daughter-in-law's warm embrace. "Mommy's good. You're getting prettier son." said Lisa, praising Cilya's appearance as looking very different. Much better than before. "How are you? is everything going well?" ask Lisa while parsing her embrace.

"I'm better mom. And everything went well, according to our expectations" said Cilya. Haidar Productions is very satisfied with the development of Cilya. The woman can be on the mainstay to create a different and extraordinary work. Hopefully it will scent his production house later, successfully follow the show that will be held in Dubai.

"Thank God mommy was happy" Lisa said. "Let's go in first.." Lisa invites her daughter-in-law into the house.

"Sir Cilya?" soraya exclaimed, still doubtful of what she saw now. "This is Cilya's brother, right?" ask again to make sure. Even Soraya walked hurriedly to get closer. "Sister.."

Cilya smiled and nodded. "Yes, it's me.. Cilya.." he said.

Soraya closed her gaping mouth. Although from the beginning already knew that his sister-in-law was indeed beautiful, but did not expect her brother-in-law to look so beautiful, far from her shadow. "Oh my goodness, my dear.."

"You're all beautiful. Mommy's daughter is beautiful" Lisa said.

"Yes mom, but I don't know, sister Cilya changed drastically. I'll be a pangling mom" Soraya said.

"This is my will. And a little guidance from my new profession." Cilya told the truth. In addition to wanting to change better, the woman was asked to look attractive. "No way, selling clothes but wearing brackets today." said Cilya while chuckling.

"Yes, brother, really." Soraya. "Eh. We'll have a chat first, brother. Tell me about my sister's experience there." Soraya had flanked Cilya's arm, about to take her to the room to gossip.

"Sora, your sister is tired, needs a break. Tomorrow's just a chat." said Lisa as if she knew if her daughter-in-law was exhausted on the way. "Cilya..you go to the room first gih.. rest, surely you are tired right?" Lisa tells Cilya to go into the room so as not to be disturbed by Soraya.

Soraya. "Mommy's not cool ah.."

"There's still plenty of time, Sora."

"Yes, tomorrow I promise to accompany you all day." said Cilya finally. "I'm tired, peeling slump."

"That's it.."

"Yes, mom." Soraya said, letting her sister-in-law into the room to rest.

Cilya opened the door of the room, then went inside. He saw the same room as before, when he left this house. The furniture is still in its place. Only bed linen and hordeng are different.

Cilya stared at the sofa, the place she used to sleep in. "Why am I so stupid" she said regretting, why she used to be so obedient in unfair treatment by her husband.

Cilya's gaze turned to the spacious bed. There is no doubt about lying there. "I'm sleepy." he muttered before he actually fell asleep from exhaustion.

Until the afternoon Cilya just woke up. His body feels more comfortable. "I have to take a bath to be fresher." he murmured.

Before going to the bathroom to clean up. Cilya called the maid to help her tidy up her luggage.

"Yes non. Does anyone need a bibik to help?" the middle-aged woman was surprised and amazed to see Cilya's current appearance. "Non Cilya is getting prettier." her mouth can't stand what she wants to say.

Cilya smiled. "Thank you bik." he said. "Oiya bik, I ask for help. tidy my clothes in the suitcase into the closet. Bags and shoes please arrange neatly on the walk in closet" said Cilya gave directions.

"Well non, if it doesn't fit how non?" said the woman when she saw the luggage Cilya very much.

"Remove the others. Put Key's stuff in the cardboard box." said Cilya. After all, King's belongings are less up-to-date. It is outdated, it needs to be retired.

"But.."

"What's wrong, I'll tell you directly to Key" said Cilya.

"Non good."

"Thank you bik, ask for help from others so let's not be tired." after saying that, Cilya went into the bathroom. The woman had to soak in order for her body to get fresher.

King's equipment was displaced, moved to the bottom of the drawer. Only one deodorant and one parfume perched there. The unfair portion!

Cilya chose one of the home dresses for her to wear. Then she began to sit on the dresser chair to pamper her face with some skincare.

In the midst of his busyness stroking the face. The door to the room is open.

Deg.

It was King who opened the door. The movement of Cilya stopped, looking at the old man who could not be found in the mirror.

The door closed again, the man left only to leave his sighing voice, like being annoyed at seeing him. "She hasn't changed." it turns out King's attitude is still the same as it used to be. Keep ignoring it, thought Cilya.

***

"Mommm.." cried King who was upset. Tired of coming home from work, want to immediately rest and clean up. But get a strange figure in his room. "Mmmm!" shouted again.

"Please shout." Lisa approached her son. "Going home instead of cleaning up used to make a noise" said Lisa.

"Mom, daddy, you're the ngusir me?" King was very worried that Arsen was punishing him and would return to drive him out of this house.

"What the hell are you talking about." Lisa did not understand King's words.

"Mommy agrees, if daddy rushes me out of this house again? please mom, I don't want to go."

"Who wants to mess with you, Key, do you have any more problems?" ask Lisa who has widened her eyes. "You're doing much less Key!" lisa's full of anger.

"Not really."

"Why should panic be expelled?"

"Whose room is that in my room?" ask King. The man thought, Arsen has sabotaged his room, handed it to someone else. And then throw him out of the house. King Fate has denied Arsen's orders. Work as they please without obeying the rules,

Lisa smile. "That's Cilya Key. just got home this afternoon."

King's surprised. "The Chilean?" tanyakanya. Lisa nodded.

"Really mom?"

"Yes dear.."

King quickly turned his body, intending to return to the room to meet with Cilya.

But his steps stopped when he saw the figure he wanted to meet walking down the stairs. So beautiful in the eyes of that man. His eyes were opened as wide as possible to convince himself if the one in front of him was Cilya, his wife.

The wife who used to always wear thick glasses, as well as clothes that are all over size. Now everything is different. So beautiful as an angel with a bone white home dress. Her hair was beautifully curled, adding to her beauty.

"Shut your mouth, Key, that ilean" Lisa said.

King gasps. "That's Chilean mom?"

"Yes, who else!"

"Cilya. my wife." she said so amazed. Proud to call Cilya his wife. Though the most anti-recognize Cilya was his wife.

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