My Cool Husband's
Dinner

The Emir came back down, in his cue style he walked into the kitchen. Unheard of her Mutia was sitting alone in the living room.

"Where is your wife?" ask Grandma who is also sitting at the dinner table.

"Where is he, the troublesome cih" inner Emir

Lazily the Emir stood back up to call his wife.

"Fine.."

Mutia turned her head, Just with the glance of the Emir's eyes, the girl moved, she followed the Emir's footsteps, they ate together with Hamidah's grandmother.

A bad feeling still haunts him. Not to mention the grandmother's last sentence full of threats.

"Grab some food for your husband?" suddenly grandma ruled.

"What's? what foods do you like?" ask the Emir inwardly.

"Which one do you want?" finally that word came out from Mutia's lips, clumsily looking at the Emir's face.

"Fish and sambal" said the Emir.

Mutia took fish rice and sambal, "It's enough" said Emir quickly.

Then he also took food for himself. And slowly feed it into the mouth, afraid of the anger of the grandmother.

Silence was only the clanking of spoons that collided with the audible plates.

"Tiket and all your equipment I have prepared, tomorrow morning you leave," said Hamidah's grandmother broke the silence.

"Good grandma" said the Emir

But not for Mutia, it feels like the food in his mouth stuck and can not pass through his esophagus. He was confused and very surprised, but had no other choice, his mother's life and recovery were more important.

What about the little boutique? although small but it is the result of his efforts and he has pioneered it for a long time.

The Emir had finished eating and moved first, the grandmother and the pearl remained.

"Tonight you stay here, your mother will leave tonight, don't worry about the doctor and your aunt who will accompany her" said the grandmother again.

"Thank you grandma." said Mutia bowed respectfully.

Dinner was over and Grandma was back in her room.

Long time the girl was dumbfounded to think about her fate, until without her realizing her husband came and was already standing in front of her.

The Emir was about to go out in search of the wind, but he saw the Pearl still sitting at the dining table.

"What did that stupid girl do? does he want to sleep there? look even she didn't change her clothes. Make it a hassle," Emir's nag.

"What are you doing here? want to upset grandma and scold me?"

"No, but I-I"

"Fast to come, not many excuses." he snapped.

Pearl wanted to answer but seeing the Emir's sharp gaze made him cancel that intention.

The man walked up the stairs to his room followed by Mutia, and with a doubt Mutia entered as the door opened.

The room was very spacious, almost as big as his little boutique that he had left behind for a long time, no matter what happened there, the girl did not know either.

Mutia was still watching her surroundings, and it could not be separated from the Emir's gaze, the man smiled sinisterly, "Female matre!" whispered Slowly.

"You can sleep there" said the Emir, making the girl follow the motion of his hand that was fixed on the sofa in the room.

After talking him out, the Pearl breathed a little relieved, she thought the Emir would talk another, and the girl was grateful at least she was not harmed in this marriage.

"I'm gonna take a shower, but where's my change of clothes?" insinuations

Seeing that there was a closet, the pearl came forward and opened it.

The girl was shocked and amazed to see the number of women's clothes neatly arranged there and everything was new. Mutia took one of them and she was aghast when she saw the brand listed there, her kiss soul struggling. Limited edition clothes that there are only three in the world, in his hands at this time. You can imagine how many zeros were used when buying the dress.

He carefully put her back into the closet, then took a set of pajamas, then went into the bathroom. Half an hour later he came out with a fresh and fragrant body.

The girl rubbed her wet hair and lay down on the sofa.

The sofa was large enough to accommodate her tiny body.

It didn't take long, he fell asleep too.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the Emir went into the room. He found his wife sleeping on the couch.

I don't know what he thought, right now he was already in front of the pearls, staring at his peaceful face.