The Antagonist
Arisan Socialite

Nayla squirms, feeling disturbed. He had another blanket to cover his head. Abimayu squeaked softly to see the behavior of the wife, he pulled the blanket again so that he showed the calm face of Nayla. His wife is still closing her eyes, but yesterday said there was a promise.

“Hm, who did you tell me yesterday in Awakenin?” the man showered his wife's cheeks with a lot of kisses, so the master felt disturbed.

“Honey, you ‘no promise.” Abimayu plays Nayla's hair, occasionally rubbing and kissing her. The fragrant flowers emanating from the wife's hair made the man comfortable.

“I'm actually lazy to the show soan, at most show off stuff.” Said Nayla pursing her lips with her eyes still closed. Abimayu half-dead held back the anxiety.

Can't stand it, he approached the chewy thing that colored the cherry. Sweet, of course. He was made to be drunk faithfully by touching this thing.

Nayla's eyes were instantly wide open without feeling****** gentle from her handsome man.

“Wake up baby, instead of you there's something done.” Abimayu said softly after letting go of their pawns unwillingly. He had to go to the office because there were some things he had to do, while the wife invited her mother to attend socialite gathering.

While in the kitchen, when Widya held Nayla, the middle-aged woman invited her to attend the Arisan event. His social friends agreed to bring their son-in-law. Widya certainly did not want to lose, she also invited Nayla.

Nayla told her husband, Abimayu himself gave the decision to Nayla. And the woman decided to leave, telling her husband to wake her up early.

Nayla holds Abimayu's face with her bare hands, looking at Abimayu's increasingly handsome face.

The cup!

The woman kissed a glimpse of Abimayu's lips, then saw the reaction of her husband who was not willing because at a glance.

“It looks like we won't be out of the room deh.” Said the man in a heavy tone, his wife is an accomplished seductress. Can't be missed.

Nayla sounded weird, “Aaan anyway, take a shower. Later we are late.”

“Mandi together, yuk.” Invite Abimayu to the spirit, Nayla looks to think. Then nodded shyly then.

*****

As she exited the bathroom, Nayla was dumbfoundedly staring at their bed that was already crowded by luxury items. Nayla turned to her seemingly ordinary husband.

“Since when?” the woman looked confused, the article before entering the bathroom was all that was not there.

“It doesn't matter dear, now you choose to wear which one.” Nayla was faced with a difficult choice, there lay some fancy dresses with different models, also some limited edition diamond sets that have not been released on the market.

Ah, her husband intervened directly to prepare her appearance in the first debut against socialites.

“You're overreacting, deh.” Nayla does not disrespect her husband's efforts, but this is indeed excessive for her who likes to appear ordinary.

“If you want to conquer the socialites this is how dear.” Abimayu pulls Nayla to get close to the stuff.

“Choose, you are free of any clothes.” Nayla looked at the reverberation and the diamond, then looked back at her husband with a puzzled look. He is stupid about such a thing.

Abimayu pulled Nayla to sit on her lap, now the weight of the wheelchair increased. “Like what color?”

“Baby blue.” Answer Nayla. Abimayu circled her gaze on some dresses, and her eyes fell on the plain dress with the best material in baby blue. He thinks it fits.

Nayla walked gracefully towards the stairs, and coincidentally Widya also came out of her room. The sight of the two meeting, Widya looked at Nayla from the bottom up then nodded.

“Not shy, lah.” His mind is not spoken. Nayla nodded, as if her mother-in-law liked her appearance. She should thank her husband.

The two women of different generations were riding in the same car, the driver plugging the gas into the place mentioned by his great mistress.

Rooftop restaurant in one of the five-star hotel socialite meeting place of Widya's friends, suddenly quiet. Everyone was without exception looking towards the in-laws and son-in-law without blinking. The aura of both of them was so radiated by the items they were wearing, some sounds were heard screaming hysterically at the sight of their target item being worn by Nayla.

“Duh, Jeng Widya's aura blinds the eyes once.” Said one of her friends, Widya smiled elegantly. He loved to hear the compliments, his ears were wide. The envious look from them deeply spoiled his eyes.

“Ah, Jeng Nita can aja.” He sat in an empty chair, followed by Nayla.

“Yang came with this Jeng ..?” asked one of her friends, glancing at Nayla who was sitting looking graceful. Nayla carved a sweet smile back at the glance, her aura looking classy. Sure was! It was not in vain that he followed his mother when meeting socialites like this.

“Oh, this is my daughter-in-law. Nayla, his wife Abimayu.” His friends nodded, then gasped in admiration for Nayla's beauty and manners shown. It turns out that Widya and Indra's crippled son can charm beautiful women like this.

“Mah, look. It's not the diamond we want to look for next week. So, it's been made anyway. Not yet released, huh?” Jeng Nita's son-in-law hysterically sees the diamond Nayla wears. All eyes were on the diamond, and nodded in agreement with Nita's son-in-law Aurel.

“Iiih...true loh, Rel. Aunty is also ready to pursue this purchase.” The other half was flabbergasted. Nayla returned with a smile, she had expected. This will be a show of branded goods from famous designers and diamonds that are expensive. Of course they want to reinforce their social status.

Then their discussion about the items, Widya smiled cheerfully while occasionally laughing because she was superior to her friends.

“Aduhh .. kanya we're late, Darling.” All eyes were on that voice, Nayla. And the woman's gaze turned cold when she saw the two women she knew so well.

“Just relax, Jeng Mita. We haven't been long either.” Yes, she is Mita. Nayla's former mother-in-law is Barra's mother. The middle-aged woman came with Maya who was wearing slightly loose clothes. Nayla raised one of her eyebrows, not believing Maya to be wearing such clothes. He knows the taste of this woman.

“Please be advised yes, Jeng. My daughter-in-law is pregnant again.” His show showed off his neatly arranged teeth.

“How many months? My daughter-in-law is also pregnant.” Others chimed in no less excited.

“Aheading these three months.” Mita answered proudly with a gaze towards Widya who was lip-smacking. Mita laughed satisfied looking at that.

“Wah, same dong. My son-in-law is also almost three months.” Nita stroked Aurel's stomach whose cheeks were now blushing. Widya sighed, not liking this discussion.

“Jeng Widya how? Her daughter-in-law is pregnant yet?” mita asked in a contorted tone, Maya looked at Nayla with a condescending look. The others laughed out loud hearing Mita's question that they already knew the answer to. Widya clenched her hands under the table, she wanted to retaliate. However, it cannot. While Nayla still looked calm, completely unaffected.

“Hm, congratulations Aunt Mita. Soon have a grandson.” Nayla said with a graceful smile. “By the way the wedding is when?” nayla asked, sounding pleasantries.

Mita's socialite friends started whispering. “Eh, yes. When did your son get married? No, we don't know! Now know you're pregnant with your son-in-law?”

As Mita's body froze, she stared in dislike at Nayla who continued to display her graceful smile. Widya's daughter-in-law was seen sipping her tea slowly.

*****

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