My Rich Husband's
The Part 74

Davis took his wife to the villa he had booked through the Airbnb app. Villas located on the beach side of Canggu area are the choice.

“Prepare, we will play on the beach,” Davis said as he pointed to a very beautiful blue sea.

“You go first, I still want to fall,” us Diora looking for an excuse.

Davis seemed to obey his wife, he was very eager to enjoy the beauty of nature in Indonesia. The beauty he did not find in Europe.

But before he actually came out. A threat to his wife he throws. “If you don't catch up with me for five minutes, I'll carry you and throw you into the sea.”

“Iya,” said Diora with her cocky tone, flicking her hand giving the code for her husband to come out immediately.

Diora appears to be surfing with her phone looking for a style that is suitable for her so as not to be exposed to the hot sun.

He found a suitable style so that it does not look strange if it covers his body with winter clothes that he is wearing today. The woman still had veins of shame, not wanting to be the center of attention of many people with her strangeness.

The woman opened her suitcase, then took out her clothes and trousers that were not so thick. He chose the clothes according to the style he found on Google.

“Where did I find this thing?” he murmured while thinking to find a box cloth used to cover the head.

Diora wanted to ask and ask for help with the villa clerk to help her find what she was looking for. He called the janitor who is currently cleaning the leaves of the fallen.

“Where can I buy this thing? (where can I buy this thing?)” Diora asked while showing the picture on her phone, because she did not know the name of the object.

“Oh .. this is hijab, you can buy in muslim clothing stores. (Oh .. This is the name of the hijab, you can buy it at a Muslim clothing store),” explained the janitor with a little English medok typical bli Bali.

“Is there any muslim store nearby? (Is there a Muslim store near here?)” ask Diora again with her serious face.

“How long? (How long?)” Diora asked about the time to go if she wanted to go to the store.

“Thirty minutes (Thirty minutes).” The officer gave the code with his finger showing three fingers and the letter o.

“OK, thanks for your information (OK, thank you for your information).” Diora gives tips worth a hundred euros to the janitor.

After the officer's departure, Diora seemed to think. There is no way she went out to buy a hijab that must be taken with an hour to go home, while the time given by her husband is only five minutes.

Diora seemed to circulate her gaze around the room and outside the room. She thought there was something or someone she could borrow her hijab from.

The woman's eyes stopped at a table box where a tablecloth covered her. His brain has a brilliant idea.

“Isn't that the shape is the same as what I saw on google,” muttered with a face that sparkled because it found an object similar to a hijab.

Diora directly took a square-shaped tablecloth with a distinctive black-and-white plaid motif of cloth to cover a large tree in the Bali area.

With a glowing face, Diora walked to the beach to catch up with her husband. He thought he would not be ashamed of the Muslim style he was wearing today.

White sweater and long jeans, as well as a tablecloth that he made as a veil. Not to forget the handkerchief on the table he used as a veil, as well as sunglasses perched covering his eyes.

Diora immediately sat down beside her husband who was currently wearing only a boxer, revealing a stomach with six muscle prints. Even domestic tourists do not blink to look at her husband.

“What are you wearing?” Davis asked in a sharp tone, because his wife was very strange. You should use a bikini and tan his skin to black.

“Oh .. This is her name hijab.” Diora pointed at the tablecloth on her head. “And this veil.” She now pointed to the handkerchief that covered her beautiful face.