Special Maid For Om Duda
His Attention is Om Duda

Mas Aarav and I went back to the restaurant to welcome guests..Even though my uncouth ears could still hear the swearing from Lyra, and the defense from Dirly.well out of nowhere as if Dirly was on my side, he indirectly defended me. Protecting me from Lyra's accusations.

But instead I was increasingly wary of his defense, fearing that it would add to Lyra's hatred of me. Being indifferent and the bodo period in fact does not always make me calm, in fact this time despite behaving bodo period with their affairs, it turns out my heart was always made to want to know why Lyra always idle me bad.

In my raging thoughts my husband and I developed the best smile ever again, forgetting about the incident. One by one the guests also greet us, not infrequently I hear many who praise the good looks of my husband. And also ask for photos with us. I don't know what my goal is or just my husband, but I as his legal wife always don't let my husband take pictures alone with invited guests.

"This is what he says widower, really handsome."

"Kirain her husband is an old widower, it turns out duressawit, which is very handsome."

"If the widow is like that, I also want to be his wife."

Many more rumors, we also pretended not to hear him stay focused with our event.

"No need?" aarav asked while whispering in my ear. I answered with a nod. Although I have been used to heavy work and standing, the truth is still too cape standing with the lips continue to curl and give the best appearance and smile in fact enough to make my calves feel cramped.

"Sama, I don't think it will cape like this," Mas Aarav replied again, I also became uncomfortable with my husband let alone the more the night guests more and more, plus held entertainment, entertainment, people who want to watch the entertainment of wayang kulit with the famous puppeteer is getting more and more so that Aarav and I must still welcome guests who are increasingly overflowing.

"Father, there are so many acquaintances, the more gini night even more," he whispered again.

"This is not all invited guests Mas, there are residents who from other villages they deliberately come to see puppet shows like this," I said while pointing at the puppet stage which will soon start. I also continue to tell the situation in my village especially if there is a celebration like this.

"Continue the show until morning?" asked Mas Aarav in surprise.

I nodded back to give my answer.

"How shall we rest?" ask again with his tired face.

"Later Lydia will be the same permission Mother, we can stay at the hotel or if the distance can stay at the Lydia business place upstairs there are rooms. Lydia first if you want to stay there again, God willing not too bad," I replied. Well, I'm also very sure that the show is this crowded, let alone sleep to relax it feels like the heart is struggling.

"Mas, sit here first. Lydia wanted permission to go to Mom to find a place to rest" I said, seeing Mom still busy with her guests. After Aarav nodded his head in agreement I immediately left, and met Mom.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" mother asked when she saw I was next to her.

"You need permission to find lodging. Mas Aarav wants to rest, but the atmosphere is not supportive, noisy. Did Mom allow it?" I whispered behind Mom's ear.

"May, you seek a comfortable rest, pity Aarav is afraid to be disturbed to rest." Not only did you give me permission, you also advised me on my responsibilities during my time as a wife.

"Serve your husband well and sincerely."

Your paradise is now under the husband's ridho."

"Husband's happiness, heaven for his wife."

"Don't let your husband sleep with an unwavering mind."

"Mom knows you're shy, but in front of your husband don't be shy, especially if you serve him, look at his face so he feels appreciated."

Mom gave me a lot of advice, and I knew she was doing this for my own good. Because if my husband is disappointed with me. The names of the parents are also carried away. Fear later my parents were considered not good at advising their daughter.

"Have you received permission from your parents? Is the hotel far away?" asked my husband, it seems he was too afraid that I would kidnap him. While he was in this village alone, his extended family immediately returned to Jakarta after the sungkeman event and the core event was finished.

"It's already Mas, maybe half or even an hour from my father's house," I replied in a faint voice, where I and Mas Aarav were already in the car.

I could see that my husband seemed surprised by my answer.

"Berati kampung you are quite far from the city center well Dek?" he asked again, knowing he came maybe along the way to sleep so he did not know how my village really is.

"Tomorrow surely Mas can know, if it is not crowded anymore at home Lydia will take a walk around the village," reply while laughing in the heart where my village is a lot of rice fields and plantations so surely my husband does not know how the sensation goes in the middle of rice fields.

"May, so I'm curious if I don't know." I replied with a thin smile.

After chatting soberly we went back to silence, not because of anger or annoyance, but rather enjoy the feeling of aching in each body.

"Congratulations?" mas Aarav asked as I leaned the head of the head rest, and closed my eyes. I opened my heavy eyes again.

"Maybe because I woke up at two in the morning and also stood on the lap with a smile and also shaking hands was very tiring," I answered honestly.

"Sleep, if you lean back like it will be achy neck," he replied by patting his thigh. I didn't immediately obey what my new husband said, considering that sleeping on his thighs was too much for me.

"It's okay Mas, after all not sleeping really is not too long journey," I refuse subtly considering I've never done anything that close.

"It's as if I'm going to get angry if you're stubborn" he said in a half-forced tone. I was also made to not be able to refuse.

"But what will be Mas instead does not add cape," I said with a voice that was reduced.

"No, your head is as heavy as anything" he said casually.

"Well, if you don't mind. But then when cape says yes."

I carefully put my head on my husband's thigh, it felt like the first one must be the gurgling. Not that I was sleepy I felt increasingly uncertain. But comfort is different. Not long after I lay my head on my lap, I immediately picked up to my dreamland.

And so did Aarav before me who fell asleep soundly, I had heard the snoring must be from his lips, and also regular breathing. I lifted my face to see my husband who was asleep.

"Oh my God, my husband's good looks when he sleeps like this" I murmured in my heart as I looked at Aarav's perfectly asleep face.

After being satisfied to look at the face of the husband who fell asleep, I also did not long follow him to close my eyes and pick up the dream even though it was only a few minutes.

Consider it Om Duda and Mbak Lidi...

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