
After Bisma left Maura went back in,
"Mistress,!" Lana who just came home from the market immediately greeted her employer.
"Bak, from the market?" Maura looked at the shopping bag Lana was carrying.
"Yes ma'am, my ma'af has not settled yet, I guess the madam and the Master are still staying at the Big madam's house!" lana said she felt bad.
Maura smiled, "Gak papa mbak, I've made breakfast, mbak Lana breakfast first gih" Maura stroked Lana's shoulder gently.
"Well even the mistress who bothered, I'm sorry," Lana felt guilty.
"Here, breakfast first, I want to take a shower first" Maura smiled then moved to the room.
"Thank you madam!" Lana looked at her employer.
Maura nodded and smiled.
'Oh Allah it feels like a dream to have a very good master, may the Madam and Master always be blessed by happiness, Amin' Lana is grateful and wishes her master sincerely.
IN OFFICE
His father's arrival in his room, Papa Arga who wants to discuss the honeymoon of the Son and his son-in-law took the time to chat with his only son.
"So how's your honeymoon plan going, you think it's time?" asked Papa Arga after making small talk earlier.
"I'm still busy Pa" replied Bisma who was still focused on staring at the monitor in front of her.
"Bisma, if you continue to work you will not have time, take a vacation for a few days and go on a honeymoon!" Papa Arga pressed it on Bhishma.
Bisma sighed and turned off the monitor and walked over to her Papa who was sitting at the soup.
"Alright I'll take a leave tomorrow and I'll talk to Maura Pa first" finally Bhishma relented to please her parents.
"Well, may you go home on your honeymoon Your wife is pregnant, Papa can't wait to carry a grandson" Papa Arga smiled broadly as he patted his son's shoulder.
Bhishma looked at the Father with a flat face. 'Why do you want to have a grandchild every night just to sleep behind you mulu' Murmured Bisma in your heart, the man heaved a heavy sigh.
After talking for a long time, Papa Arga decided to return to the commissioner's room.
Bisma immediately packed the files tidying up again, today Bisma there was a meeting with his two best friends, Arfan and Rama for a company cooperation in a restaurant in One of the Mall in Jakarta.
Bisma got off using a special elevator to get to the ground floor, arriving under Bisma directly drove his own car without being accompanied by his assistant.
After arriving at the destination, Bisma immediately joined Arfan and also Rama who had already arrived.
They are bertos ala friends.
"It's getting cooler young master" Rama patted Bisma's shoulder with a big smile.
"Can Aja lo" Bisma responded while chuckling.
Arfan smiled to see his two friends who had not met for a long time.
"How are you" asked Bhishma to Rama.
"As you can see, I'm good, Oh yes, congratulations on your marriage, sorry I didn't come!" rama felt guilty.
"It's easy bro" replied Bisma
"So how do you want to cooperate with I and Arfan?" ask Bisma seriously.
"So it is, far from bandung here the time is not so" replied Rama.
"The point is we have to be compact anyway, professional in a business" said Arfan.
"Fuckily, never mix personal affairs into work, if it happens it will be fatal!" Bhishma gave advice to Rama who was just starting again in the business world.
"Ready, you guys just calm down, I'll be professional anyway" Rama assured his two best friends.
Bisma, Arfan and Rama began to seriously discuss their cooperation, until lunchtime arrived the three of them just decided to mutually agree with each other.
"Deal!" Rama returned the hand of Bhishma with a smile.
"It's lunchtime, how are you eating?" Arfan Advice .
"May" Rama consented.
But Bisma was silent for a moment, he remembered that he brought the provisions made by his wife, Bhishma had not eaten his man until he forgot breakfast because of the rush this morning.
"Bisma" Arfan shocked Bisma.
"Yes, sorry, I forgot my wife brought me lunch this morning, "Bisma took out a box of supplies from a paper bag that she happened to bring earlier in the restaurant.
Rama and Arfan looked at the box they looked at each other and smiled funny.
"Wife of attention lo" Cetus Rama
Arfan felt pain considering that the Bhishma Wife was a woman in his tribe.
Bhishma just smiled shyly and opened the box.
"It must be cold, let me eat, you don't like cold food!" Arfan looked up at Bhishma's box and snatched her from Bhishma.
"His son, this is special to me from my wife!" Cetus bisma reclaimed the box.
"you know why the scramble box stock like Sd children know not, besides you are also Fan, why the hell is the provision of Bisma from his wife not for you!" Rama had not known that his wife Bisma was the love of his past.
"Know it!" Bisma glared at Arfan.
Arfan shrugs his shoulders no matter what.
Rama calls the waiter and orders food for himself and Arfan, because Bisma does not want to order food anymore just order drinks.
After the order came, the three of them had lunch quietly, after finishing lunch.
Bhishma, Arfan and Rama separate themselves,
Bhishma went straight home with a face of sumringah after eating provisions made by his wife.
The man parked his car in the garage of his house and went inside the house while humming.
It just so happened that Maura had just come from behind and saw her husband's behavior which she thought was a bit strange.
"Mas, what's wrong with you?" Maura approached her husband and kissed his husband's hand with reverence.
"Mas again!" bisma replied briefly while smilingly looking at her Wife.
Maura frowned looking at her husband!
"Tomorrow to buy more!" Bisma handed her the empty lunch box she had eaten earlier.
Maura opened the box and smiled,
"As like?" Ask Maura
"Hu'um, really like, your cooking is delicious!" bisma replied as she walked around embracing her Wife.
"If you like me, I'll make provisions every day!" Maura said with pleasure.
Bisma turned to Maura "Right?"
Maura nodded confidently.
"But don't be tired okay!" Bisma stroked his wife's hair affectionately.
"Ready!" Maura smiled and respectfully then chuckled.
Bhishma laughed a little at the behavior of his wife who he thought was getting adorable more and more.