Love Poems Cinderella Mask
Roadshows

Shasa leaned her head against the chest of her husband's field. The man looked down and tidied his wife's hair by pulling her behind his ear. He again grabbed the slender waist of his wife in a decapitation.

The girl pulled her blanket up to the neck.

"How many children do you want?"

"Mmd? Two maybe," replied the girl of origin.

"I want to have a lot of kids."

Shasa. "How much?"

"A dozen." The man laughed briefly.

Shasa pinched her husband's waist.

"Sir, Sha-sa," lamented the man rubbing his waist which was hit by the pinch of his wife.

"I'm a child-printing machine, of course" the girl grumbled.

Abra laughed again. He now embraces the girl's shoulder and kisses the top of her head. "I want to have all boys."

"Why?"

"For you to be the most beautiful woman in the house."

The girl smiled but then scowled. "But then no one will help me clean the house because everything knows to make the house a mess."

The man laughed softly. "Are men unable to help clean the house? It is wrong that only women should clean the house. In Islam the obligation of my wife to give birth only to children, the rest must be pursued together."

The girl looked over, shocked. "Are you?"

"Yes, but mostly because of the customs that require women to take care of the house make them destined to take care of the house. Indeed, taking care of the smartest house is indeed women because they are the most flexible but that does not mean men do not."

"What's taking care of the child too?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Wow, I just found out."

"Every woman's career does not matter as long as she still takes care of the house and her husband and vice versa."

"Mk." The girl put her head back on the man's burly chest. "We're not going to the office today?"

"You're done, aren't you?"

"It looks like it's already."

"I may have finished praying Magrib set off again."

"I cooked?" The girl turned back and smiled sweetly.

"I'll help you later." The man tidied up the girl's hair which decomposed to the front of her chest. "Now we sleep first."

"Mk."

They closed their eyes and slept quietly.

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"Well, did I take a shower?" The man put his towel around his neck because he was wearing his work pants without a shirt. He entered the bathroom.

Shasa who was sitting on the edge of the bed was horrifying her hair with a towel. Then he fell silent. He moved his seat closer to the nightstand. The drawer was drawn so that a box was seen among Abra's belongings there. Yeah, that little box that's the point he opened the drawer.

He grabbed the box and opened it. Two rings are found inside. Wedding ring. She wanted to wear it and show everyone that she was married. That his life was happy, but he couldn't. Wh why? Though his desire is simple and not excessive like a woman who has just married that he can introduce the man as her husband. Wh why? Why can't it?

Though at the time of marriage they do not have any obstacles, all smoothly but why is it so difficult to be a mediocre woman like the others. Wh why?

I don't feel her tears running down her cheeks. He hastily removed it. Why am I suddenly so melancholy? My life is not suffering. I happy. I am happy with my husband. Shasa took a breath and exhaled slowly. Back he put the box in the drawer of the nightstand and closed it.

"What are you doing?" Abra who had just come out of the bathroom looked astonished at his wife. "No cooking? You waiting for me?"

"No. Hair is still wet. Hold on, take a sideline." The girl still freaks her hair with a towel.

"Mk." The man, who had wrapped his towel around his waist, stepped into the closet while drying his hair with a small towel. "Together then."

Soon they were both busy in the kitchen. Shasa portrays washing Abra's clothes in the new washing machine on the porch. He was very happy, much he could do in the apartment rather than in an office that mostly sat waiting.

"We also seem to have to buy clothes clothes clothesline and hangers because I want to wash my clothes here too."

"Why not go online?" Abra put the finished dishes on the table.

"Can ya?"

"There's. That's more practical. I'm doing a lot of work so I can't keep you shopping all the time." Abra put the plate on the table.

"I can do it myself."

"I want to accompany you Yang, but tomorrow can't."

"No papa."

"Don't himself. Go with Raven. I don't like you going alone except grocery shopping."

"Yes." Yeah."

They then ate together on one side of an adjacent table.

"Ah, this is less salt yang."

"No papa."

"Ah, was that a fitting feeling?" Abra took salt in the kitchen.

"Indeed, if you use rice, it should be more flavorful." Shasa bribed his nasi.

Abra returned by sprinkling a pinch of salt on his wife's plate. "Try That again."

"Ups sorry, dear." Abra shut her mouth. "Yes, later if it feels less, tell ya darling."

Shasa nodded.

Abra turned to his plate. Not yet he reached for his spoon, the phone from his HP rang. He immediately lifted it. "Hello ... Oh Mother. How are you, ma'am? ... Yeah?.c? ... Oh so ... Fine, fine. Thank you, Mom." He hung up on her.

"Who?" ask the girl to know.

"Our ads are responded to both by the audience and the purchases are increasing. Therefore his Roadshow will be accelerated. Tomorrow we will get certainty whether the day after tomorrow we can leave or not because the event and accommodation are being arranged."

"Mmd? That fast?"

"Well, the name of the new product, certainly many are curious let alone supported by advertising, can quickly become public knowledge."

"Oh, is that it?"

"Well, that's the advertising. Moreover, supported by the right media can be booming (quickly famous) even though the product is not as great as advertised. People can trust without making sure. A kind of ... habit that cannot be eliminated even though it may not be necessary."

"Like you, drink coffee in the morning."

Abra laughing. "A, Yang. It is necessary in the morning. Moodbooster (it's a mood fix)!"

"That's because you often stay up Yang. Reduce that. When it comes to sleep, sleep," Shasa advised.

"Yes Yang, thank you."

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The promised day arrives. Shasa and Abra left for Makassar by plane with a promotional team to promote products there. After they got there they immediately headed for the hotel to get some rest.

"Tomorrow we're going to one of the biggest malls here that happens to be on a birthday. They held a lot of events and we were the one who sponsored the Mal's birthday event. Therefore we can make events there too, such as cooking competitions, cooking with one of the famous chefs, and, and a talk show about nutritious food for toddlers as well as events held by the Mall tomorrow" explained a woman who guides them on the promotional team.

Shasa and Abra seriously listened as they stepped in a long corridor with the members of the promotion team. One of the team members shared a shirt with a logo of the product being promoted that was no exception Shasa and Abra, only the color of their shirts was different, white while the team members were yellow.

Then they stopped in front of a room. "Oh, here we go. Ma'am Shasa room number 255 and Pak Abra number 256 room huh?" The woman gave the keys to both.

"Oh, yes thank you," Shasa said with a smile.

"You can just walk around the hotel yeah, can't get out."

"Oh, yes, Ma'am. Thanks" replied the man.

"Later if there's anything call us or find us in room 322 or 323."

"OK." The man nodded.

The promotional team of 4 women then returned to the elevator. Abra and Shasa now open the door of their respective rooms and go inside while pulling their suitcases.

Just now Shasa was sitting unrelenting, the door was knocked on people. With ease he opened the door. Instantly the man came in and pushed him back inside. The man immediately hugged her. Yeah, who else if not Abra. Shasa hit her husband's shoulder in annoyance.

Bugh!

"Ohh Yang, how evil ...," the man grumbled.

"You're making a shock. I've been hanging on to know!" shasa sighed furious.

Abra just laughed. "I'm not gonna let anyone see Yang, I'm gonna come in here." He hugged his wife tightly.

"Again, why do we live with cats like this? Aren't you tired? Our relationship is official, I'm not your affair."

"Ih, Honey. Don't say that. You are my wife and I will tell the world but ... in time? Please ...." The man rubbed the head of his woman who was in the arms. "I miss you."

Shasa laughed. "We were always together."

"What's together? That team member from earlier separated us. In the waiting room, on the plane." The man grumbled.

"In a taxi, no."

"But the three of us and I are sitting in front."

"If .. you are frankly not like this. Kita—"

"Ohh, Honey. We just follow Dad's will for the good of all. We are not always like this."

Shasa raised his head. "Are you talking about Kevin?"

"Not yet."

"What if Kevin's brother recovers long?"

"Shasa, don't think about the bad things dong."

"But we have to prepare for the worst." The girl pushed Abra away. "How about Brother Kevin many years—"

"Damaz!" The sentence was accidentally missed. Now the man is confused to recover. "Eh ...."

The girl's tears began to pool in the eye. "Wasn't you going to admit me in public?" The girl continued her sentence with tears.

"Sha ...," said the man. He dared not touch his wife because she was the cause of the flood of tears in front of him. "Sha ...." He doesn't know how to cool things down.

The girl wiped her own tears. Suddenly he pulled the man to the door while opening it. He pushed the man outside and closed the door.

"Sha, Sha ...." Abra knocked on the door several times but was ignored. Before long knock it off.

Shasa can estimate that someone passed by or came out of his room on the floor so that Abra was afraid of being discovered and rushed into his room.

The girl painstakingly stopped her tears from flowing. I hope this isn't as bad as his mind. There will be a rainbow after the rain. Yes, that is all you can do now, hope and pray.

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