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Late in the afternoon, Soekarno Hatta international airport, looks busy. Several flights from different countries landed on an adjacent schedule. Including the plane carrying Sekar, Danil and their two bodyguards Gaha and Marko.

As soon as the seatbelt sign light had been extinguished, everyone rushed to pick up his luggage, looking tired faces could not wait to get out immediately.

Gaha immediately stood in front as well as Marko in his position. Just look at both.

“Do not sulk Bee, they are handsome as you say, although still handsome mas you,” said Danil who was upset because his wife praised other men.

“Mas championships.”

“Pastya.”

“They don't look like Bee's bouncer, where maybe my bodyguard has something like that.”

“Means?”

“You are always adorable when dong dong,” led Danil.

“Tega u mas.”

“During the holidays rarely recur your disease that one, why on arrival we in the capital, the disease recur again?”

“Mas Danil, you are so annoying.”

“Bubber, sucks what else?” danil asked, enjoying teasing his wife.

“Jahil,” Sekar bent his face, upset because of the husband.

“Bubber, annoying, Jahil, but handsome and certainly a favorite of his wife,” with high confidence Danil said it.

“Handsome is not a guarantee that he is the best.”

“But if your mas is different of course. It is definitely in those two categories. Handsome and be-a-ik.”

“Already mas, stop your flirting.” Danil smiled in response to Sekar's annoyance.

“You like to shyly admit it.”

I threw my face to the window and saw the plane take off. The door of the plane had not yet opened, some people were beginning to fidget. The sound of incoming messages from various types of smart phones began to be heard, the voice of a child asking his parents to enliven the atmosphere.

Danil looks at his wife “Bee, everything will be fine,” Danil said, clutching his wife's finger.

“Iya I believe mas.”

“Remember yes ..,”

“Never let go of your grip anywhere. Right so?”

“Ya, absolutely right.”

“The bottom line is, actually who are we dealing with?”

“If you know, of course you are the first to know.”

“Which is possible, definitely Bhishma or them both.”

“You're so chatty, be patient. Let's go out,” invite Danil to see the plane door is open.”

Sekar began to get used to offset the fast road version of Danil. Not long seen the figure of Bhishma with two beautiful women behind him. Sekar can confirm that the two women standing behind Bhishma are the couple Upin and Ipin, as her husband said.

Danil smilingly looked at Bisma, endlessly they continued walking past the people who were lining up the suitcases. Two beautiful women who had stood with her husband's confidants immediately formed a formation, one approached Gaha another approached Marko, both of whom immediately looked familiar.

“Their voices all. Really a high level game. If they retire early from their jobs, they will transfer the profession to become soap opera.”

Sekar looked at her husband, Danil smiled without looking. As if he knew what was on his wife's mind.

“You are too possessive! This is all overkill, so overkill!”

“Don't be upset Bee, later you get old fast,” whispered Danil. “If you want to be angry, wait until we are at home.”

Sekar looked at her husband back, this time she was really upset with Danil's attitude. “This is very excessive mas.”

Like a psychic, as if he knew his wife's plan. Danil again made Sekar upset, because the pair upin and Ipin along with two srikandi joined in one car.

Plans stay plan, Sekar is ready to spill his frustration when they are in the car, but what power her husband transformed into a cunning fox. It is certain that nothing will happen what Sekar expects.

Danil smiled back at the sharp gaze from his wife. “At home yes,” pinta Danil while stroking the back of his wife's hand.

The running time was slow, especially when their plane landed when office hours were over. Various types of vehicles crowded the freeway. A visibly upset woman fell asleep on her husband's shoulder.

An hour later they entered the black gate. The front yard is quite spacious, planted with various types of trees so that the house building looks small. I woke up when the car was parked in the garage.

“You didn't sleep mas?”

“Signs Bee.”

“Sorry I overslept,”

“Where are we?” Sekar asked without answering Danil's question.

“In our home is the time at home Bisma.”

“Kita?”

“Iya.”

“Why not go home?”

“Why go to our mother's house here,” Danil replied.

“Our house?”

“Come down Bee,” the door is impatient.

Sekar observed the state of the house and Danil's hands were still faithfully grasping his fingers.  They entered the living room. Not too big, but enough to accommodate guests of more than ten people. The wooden wall showed off the paintings of the two of them.

“Welcome to our home Bee,” for the first time Danil let go of his grasp, and stood in front of his wife. “A ready to go around madam?”

Just nodding to answer it. Back Danil clasped Sekar's fingers before going around.

Danil stopped his steps. “Do not compare with home dad and mom yes,” pinta Danil.

This time it was Sekar who let go of his grasp, observing the living room. Walk slowly closer to the black-colored sofa, then twist his body combing slowly. Two cabinets on the right and left flank the television

“Sini mas, why just stand there?” Danil approached his wife.

“Can I open it?” tanya Sekar pointed at the door that was beside her left.

“No wonder about the kitchen?” danil asked while pointing at the kitchen in front of him.

She looked back, looking at her husband's index finger. A big smile on his face. Her eyes twinkled as if the kitchen in front of her was a 24-carat diamond in a necklace bull.

“Thank you mas,” he said happy.

“As expected?”

“Yes, How can I?”

“Can dong. You are that.”

“Thank you mas,” once again Sekar said it.

“Mas hasn't bought many items. The kitchen and dining room section will hand over its power to you Bee.”

Sekar nodded. He was still observing the monochrome kitchen. The combination of classical and modern styles will certainly be different, but the interior that is presented in front of it brushes aside all that.

Classic elegant style remains fit combined with the metal material that is dominant in the increasingly modern kitchen technology. Especially the combination of cabinet and kitchen island, add sweet territory to his authority.

“Bagimana Bee?”

“Perfect (perfect),”

“Like what not?”

“Like mas,” answered. “The part I like the most, this cabinet and island kitchen.”

“Mas knows you must like.”

“I love the kitchen set, but this island kitchen is a champion anyway.”

“Island Kitchen?”

“Don't tell me you just install it without knowing its usefulness.”

“The usefulness must know, but just know that the long table in front of this kitchen set is called island kitchen.”

“Kok can not know his name?”

“Mas only tells the desire of the same architect, so this house.”

“Oh good, sultan mah free yes.”

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