Not the Perfect Wife
158. S2 - Call Dear
Aydin returned to his room with a tray, which contained two plates of food and two glasses of juice. Upon entering the room, Nayla fell asleep. Maybe because I'm too tired. The man placed the tray containing the food on the table. He approached his wife and covered her.
Aydin laid his body beside the woman. The man kissed Nayla on the forehead and hugged the wife's tiny body. He raised the woman's head slightly in order to cushion her arm. Aydin closed his eyes, so that he did not feel he also fell asleep.
Two hours later, Nayla finally woke up. He was surprised to see himself in Aydin's arms. This was the first time and the woman felt foreign. Nayla did not move, she looked at the handsome face of her husband.
He had never seen the man this close. When Aydin kissed his forehead he was unconscious, so he did not see the face of the husband, but now he was completely aware and the distance of their faces was very close. Nayla reached out her hand trying to wipe the husband's face. However, he broke it. The woman was afraid that Aydin would wake up.
Nayla saw an arm on her waist. He tried to let go slowly, but the embrace was getting tighter. It turns out that the husband has woken up. Sure enough when the woman looked at the husband, her eyes were open.
"Where are you going, honey?" ask Aydin in a soft voice.
Nayla sculpting. Just this time Aydin called her with a call of affection. Before, he had only called by name.
"Why silence? Can I call you baby?" ask Aydin.
"Whatever, Mom, just. What a convenient call."
Nayla smiled as Aydin looked at her.
"Come, we'll eat first! You must be hungry, right? But the food must have been cold. We've been sleeping for almost two hours."
"It's okay, Mom. I'm not a picky about food, after all it should be my job to serve food for Mas, but this is even Mas who takes."
"don't think about it too much. When we live together, all our work is done together" said Aydin, who is a Nayla. "Oh, yes, we need to discuss about where we live later. I'm up to you, where to stay. In your house, Papa or we live in my apartment."
"Did you have an apartment?" ask Nayla.
"Had, I also sometimes stayed there when I was lazy to drive home."
"That means the place is close to the company where Mas works?"
"Yes" Aydin replied. "But it's up to you where you want to live."
"Mas, have you asked Papa and Mommy?"
"I haven't talked to them about anything. I want to hear your opinion first. If you've made up your mind, then I'll talk about it with mom and dad."
"Actually I want to live alone, it's not my intention to not want to be with the parents, Mas. It's just that I'm definitely more independent if it's just the two of you" Nayla said cautiously.
The girl did not want to hurt Aydin let alone her parents, who had been very kind to her. She just wants to serve her husband well because Nayla knows, if they live with Aydin's parents, there must be something ready and the girl doesn't want it that way.
"Alright, we've decided that we're going to stay in the apartment. Later we will talk to mother, papah and father," said Aydin. "Yes, come on, let's eat! The fairy hunt's coming."
Nayla immediately followed the husband who had walked first. They sat on the sofa and enjoyed lunch with occasional glances and smiles.
*****
The whole family had gathered in the place that would be used as the reception venue. They gather at the table while waiting for the bride to enter the ballroom.
“Please enjoy, Mr. Roni. Sorry if the dish is not suitable because the show is sudden so, we also did not have time to taste it first. All of our food is only selected through pictures" said Emran.
“Nothing, this is also already very luxurious for us. We should be grateful, you have held such a luxurious event" said Roni.
Rini who heard it, could only squeak. He already knew very well how the character of his former brother-in-law was. It's been ascertained just to look for face only on the iron.
“I love eating it, Ma'am. This is really beautiful food," replied Rini by staring at the food in front of her.
Yasna laughed a little. “Mbak, could have. Eating is okay. Take it again to take it home.”
“Bby, Ms Yasna?”
“Of course you can" replied Yasna with a smile.
He recalled the first time Emran invited him to a party. The woman wanted her food to be wrapped up, to be taken home and her husband did, though many pairs of eyes were looking at them. Though Emran could have bought it in an expensive restaurant, but for the sake of making the wife happy he obeyed.
“Alright, I'll take you home later.”
“Mother, make it a shame,” whispered Doni who can still be heard by Nayla.
“It's okay, Mr. Doni. I would love it if the food is much liked. I also want something to bring home. Mr. Doni also if you want please take it, do not hesitate. We're all family here" Yasna said.
“Iya, Ms. Yasna.”
Doni feels very embarrassed by his wife's behavior, but how else, it is Rini and fortunately Yasna's family is not like other rich people, who like to gossip and even make fun of others. Especially the people from below.
*****
"Sir, no, don't be thick-thick make up," pinta Nayla. He felt from earlier, the powder was added continuously. The woman feels less confident if her makeup is too thick. Nayla is used to being used to it
"Not thick, really, Ma'am. Just tidying up," said the makeup artist.
"Don't be pretty, Ma'am. I don't want him to be the center of a lot of people's lives" Aydin said.
"This is how, anyway, the name of the bride will definitely be the center of attention because people who come will definitely want to see how the bride and groom," said perias.
Every MUA would want the results of his creation to look beautiful and perfect, but at this time he is getting a different client because he does not want the wife to look beautiful.
The fairy sighed
Nayla just smelled a smile. She knew the fairy was currently holding back upset at the request of her and the husband, who was unlike most brides. Always want the perfect look.
"Sorry, yes, Ma'am. I'm not used to this much make up" Nayla said in a regretful tone.
"It's okay, Ma'am. I understand."
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