Not the Perfect Wife
322. S2 - Helps
"Good morning, Oma's granddaughter?" yasna to her grandson.
"Morning, Oma," Nuri said. "What's Nuri's birthday soon, what do you want the party to be like?"
"You cama Oma, opah, papa, Mama, Anti."
"That's all? There's nothing else? Don't want a party inviting friends?" ask Yasna. Nuri only shook her head in response.
"Nuri wants to join Oma Mama no, go shopping for Nuri's birthday?"
"You, Oma."
"Then, now that Nuri changed clothes with mom, we shop together."
Nuri immediately ran towards her mother. Nayla also obeyed the wishes of the princess. He also enjoyed celebrating his first child's birthday. After all Yasna is ready, Nayla and Nuri go shopping.
Nayla takes the wheel, while Yasna and Nuri sit next to her. Along the way, the little girl always chatted about wanting this and that at her birthday party. Nayla and Yasna as listeners, occasionally chimed in and refused if something was not right.
Although Nuri had to sulk, but for Yasna and Nayla if something was not right, they had to say no in a subtle way of course. Although he had time to sulk, the little girl returned cheerful when persuaded by his oman in various ways. Not long before they arrived at the shopping place.
When they were busy shopping, there was Bu Nur and Laily. They also want to buy something as a gift. However, they have not found what they want.
"Assalamualaikum, Miss Nur. Geez, I didn't meet here on purpose" said Yasna.
"Yes, Ms. Yasna, I didn't expect to see Ms. Yasna here either. What's Yasna looking for?"
"Find the equipment for Nuri's birthday," said Yasna. "Bu Nur was also the same Laily came, huh. It's a big family event too. Anyone who wants to come please, but we don't want to be with Afrin either, we don't force us to just like to gather together with a lot of people adding warmth between families.
"Yes, Ma'am, Yasna you are absolutely right, God willing my God and my daughter will come. Hopefully our arrival won't interfere with the course of the event."
"Of course not, I'm happy if Bu Nur and Laili can come. It's gonna be a lot of people."
"Yes, Mom, God willing."
They talked a few things while choosing some materials. When they're done, they're separated because Yasna and Nayla are coming home soon. While Bu Nur and Laily still have to find a gift that is suitable for parrot.
Until they arrived at a toy seller. There are various toys, including dolls that are so large in size. However, Laily's gaze was fixed on a very cute panda doll.
"Mom, this is it. It's so pretty and funny."
"The device is huge, is it not expensive? I'm afraid your sister will get angry. You're not working, you have to buy this expensive thing?"
"It's okay, Mom, once in a while. Can't bring cheap gifts, either? Especially the ugly one even though Mother Yasna's family has no problem with it, but still We also have to keep the good name of Big Brother."
"Yes, you're right. Yeah, we'll just buy that one."
"Yes, Mom."
Laily called an employee who was there. The two talked for a while. The woman wants to bargain. However, the employee said that if all the goods in this store were the right price, it could not be bid again even though disappointed, but Laily still bought it. He could not have left empty-handed.
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"Good morning, Bik!" greet Afrin who just came down with her husband.
"Morning, Non Afrin," said Bik Asih.
"What, anyway, Mas.Call it, no problem."
Afrin shook her head, she did not understand her husband. It's just a matter of calling, no need to exaggerate. He also knew that Bik Asih would not be used to it. Mama Merry was not long gone either.
"Yes, sir, sorry. From today I will call the madam."
"If the Asih Bik is uncomfortable, there's no need to be okay either."
"Yes, Madam."
Khairi and Afrin decided to continue their breakfast. Today Khairi has a meeting. However, before that he had to take his wife to Mother Yasna's house to help with tomorrow's event.
After breakfast, Khairi escorted his wife to Mother Yasna's house. During the journey there was only the sound of the radio playing the song, until Afrin broke the silence.
"Mas, was that not too much, asking Bik Asih to call me Madam."
"Nothing is excessive, dear. It should be like that, right now you are the Madam at home. It wasn't my intention to get rid of Mama Merrry's position. But he has his own place. Likewise with you who get the position of Madame Khairi. While Mama Merry also got the position of Madam as Madam Hamdan even though Papa is dead, but the call to me still belongs to Mama Merry."
Afri nodded her head. He began to understand, what was the purpose of the husband asking Bik Asih to call Afrin with the call of the mistress? The woman is afraid that their domestic assistant will run so anything and no matter how small they need to watch out for.
The car had stopped right in front of the main door, Afrin said goodbye from the car. After that the husband had to leave immediately because there was an important meeting.
"I'm glad I can't go down I have a morning meeting."
"Yes, mas, it's okay. You'll pick me up here in the afternoon, right? Stop by and greet your mother with papa."
"Yes, Honey. I'll definitely be back here later.You take care of your health. Remember drinking milk once a day is enough."
"Yes, Mas. Take it, you'll pick me up later in the afternoon, right?".
"Yes, later after work, I'm here."
Afrin got out of the car. The husband left the yard. The woman waved until the car that Khairi was driving was not seen. After that he went into the house. Inside it looks lonely. However, in the park Afrin can hear the voices of many people.
"Assalamualaikum" said Afrin with a slight shout. But no one answered. More precisely no one heard.
"Assalamualaik." Afrin repeated again, this time louder.
"Waalaikumsalam, you are a habit, you like to shout," said Yasna.
"So, from then on I called, but there was nothing else. Everyone is busy by themselves. I have been saying greetings, but not at all," muttered Afrin with a frown.
"Yes, sorry, Mother doesn't know. Come, here! You can help decorate this garden, right?"
Afrin nodded enthusiastically. He likes to decorate the room.
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