The Boss' Wife
Ch - 10 Hairdryer

"Sir, Mum. Let's rest first in the room, change clothes that are more comfortable for invited guests and family" said WO men.

"Hmmm." replied Mas Abyan.

We both followed orders.

My hand was in Mas Abyan's grasp, right into the room, only then did Mas Abyan loose.

"Sorry Sir, Mom. MUA woman is still eating, soon to come." said MUA man who I do not know what his name. "Mom sat down on the couch. I'm sorry, ma'am." again felt uncomfortable.

"It's okay, Mom" I said as I sat on the couch.

"Mas, first." - Mas Abyan.

"Yes, Mas." I replied embarrassedly, seeing Mas Abyan begin to take off his clothes.

Mas Abyan began removing the head covering, suit, vest, long-sleeved clothing, and a white T-shirt. End with a kebet loose, only using black boxer shorts.

My eyesight went straight the other way, feeling embarrassed. I guess Mas Abyan must be lustful or aggressive when he sees his body open.

Mas Abyan was sitting near me, with himself wearing the tee shirt and boxer.

"Ay, tired aren't you?" she asked me who looked like I was exhausted.

It is true that in rasain, the neck feels like it is going to come off, bring the head contains an additional bun in the hijab, in addition to other printouts.

"No, Mom!" my pura so as not to trouble Mas Abyan was afraid to make him think.

"Honestly, Ay." force it.

"Yes Mas. My head is a little heavy." I answered honestly.

"Bang, please open the one outside the hijab. My wife is not comfortable." said Mas Abyan look worried.

"Oh yes, sir." quickly remove the one on my head.

Mas Abyan watched me continue, I don't know what he saw?

The female MUA had returned in a hurry. "Sorry Sir, Mom. We're late" he said regretfully with a less regular breath.

"It's okay. Help my wife." said Mas Abyan kindly.

"We'll excuse you sir, ma'am" said the male MUA.

We both just nodded our heads.

"Sit here, Mom." take MUA.

I followed the directions again, while Mas Abyan sat at the end of the bed playing a mobile phone, facing towards me.

Start my head in the unloading, the decoration.

Aaa...

My head is not heavy anymore. My eyes looked at the female MUA on the left and right, glancing at Mas Abyan's lyrics with a smile.

The two of you, you've been glancing at people's husbands. Don't-don't Mbak ni want to be an actor, huh? I am not comfortable, with the attitude of MUA gatel gini.

The end of the hijab began to open, the hand of Mbak MUA I hold. "There's a man, Ma'am?" without realizing if the man was Mas Abyan.

"There was no one, Mom, just Mom's husband" he said looking at Mas Abyan.

"There is only Mamas Ay, it's okay" he said gently.

Honestly, I was embarrassed, afraid of that messy hair at the sight of Mas Abyan.

"Yes Mas." followed Mas Abyan's words.

Than there are words spread unpleasant by MUA here.

Mas Abyan casually watched me. Malunya saw my hair that ran out in the sasak just like Mak attached.

MUA started taking off my clothes as quickly as I stood. "In the bathroom only, I let go." walk quickly before the incoming comment.

What blue movie am I not in, see Mas Abyan? Maybe Mas Abyan saw, because I saw Mas Abyan, so break even that. It's good, won a lot he worries about me, although that's not the point, but it can also be so.

Taking off the noisy bridal attire while inside the bathroom, I peeked out from behind the door after everything had come off.

"Sir, please bring me my change of clothes. Here's the bridal outfit." You guys handed me the dress earlier.

"Oh yes Mom, for a minute." picked up the clothes that were hanging neatly, and picked up the clothes I was holding. "It's Mom." hand it over to me.

"Thank you." When the clothes were in my hands.

"Yes ma'am, you're the same." smile.

Back closed the door and locked it, sat, set I put, after that immediately take ablution to perform the prayer Zuhr.

After that, wear the hijab again.

Get out of the bathroom, see MUA on none. "Where was the makeup artist?" I asked to see Mas Abyan was still sitting on the bedside looking at me, when I asked him.

"Get out praying, Ay. Have you taken wudhu?" put the phone on the table.

"Yes, I've." take the prayer tool.

"Wait for me, Ay. We pray together." Mas Abyan walked quickly to the bathroom taking ablution.

"Yes, Mas." prepare our prayer rugs.

"Allahuakbar." We both prayed the second time. Kissing the back of Mas Abyan's hand, our sign finished praying and praying.

I rearrange the prayer equipment.

Tok to tok.

Mas Abyan opened the door. "Lunch, sir." said the waiter.

"Oh, come on in." Mas Abyan told the waiter to come in with our lunch.

"Ay, eat first." take her when the waiter comes out.

"Cape, Ay?" I asked when we were both eating.

"No, Mom." I answered honestly.

"If you're tired, in the room. Let Mamas return to the main building."

"Not tired, Mom. I'm going with Mamas there."

"Hmmm, that's it already."

We ate for about ten minutes.

"Mas, we're both done" called the employee, whether it's MUA, WO or the waiter.

Tok to tok.

Mas Abyan opened the door. It turned out that the maid and her MUA came.

"Let's Mom, Sir. We decorate again." they said.

I and Mas Abyan again followed the instructions.

Mas Abyan wears casual clothes, with a white t-shirt, a half-sleeve blazer, and peach-colored basic pants, much like a Korean artist. But Mas Abyan's handsome.

I wear sar'i clothes that are the same color as Mas Abyan, with makeup and veil polish.

This time we went out relaxed.

Upon entering the room, we walked over to greet the invited guests, and the important shops there.

The show finished at ten o'clock.

I and Mas Abyan took the elevator to the top floor, this is the second hotel we went to.

In the hallway there are several rooms, we are at the very end with the number four hundred and ten.

The door was opened by Mas Abyan. "Yuk, come in, Ay." take her into the room.

The first view that I saw was not far from the previous bridal room, but this room is a little wider and the balcony looks attractive.

The way to the balcony, there I can see the whole nature of it from up here.

"Ay, it's late. It is not good to wind this night for your health." Mas Abyan ordered.

"Yes, Mas." walked into the room, not forgetting to also close the door.

"Bring first, the warm water is already prepared there."

"Hmmm yes, Mas." removed the veil into the spacious bathroom, with a bathtub filled with water sprinkled with red roses.

Gladly enjoy this bathub, open the clothes after locking the door from the inside into the bathub, Hmmm delicious, my sense of body in the incandescent by the warmth of this water, tendering while cleaning the body. Close your eyes for a while, that's okay.

Tok to tok.

"Oh, don't take a long bath, it will catch a cold." Mas Abyan's voice called out attentively, I didn't count how long it took in this bathtub.

Stand up, wear a long-sleeved kimono towel, forget to take clean clothes with the hijab covering the head.

Mas Abyan saw me when I came out of the bathroom. "Your clothes are on the table." point it out.

"Yes, Mas." take it quick, go back in the bathroom again.

As usual, the size is just right. Never mind, maybe Falisha who is telling you, it could be so.

I went out the bathroom, Mas Abyan looked at me with a flat face. "Well, you wear a hijab, if there's no one?" ask her as I stand in front of the bathroom.

"No, Mom." I answered honestly.

"Why do you wear it, Ay? What's the matter, Mamas?" Mas Abyan walked over and stopped before me another half a meter, with a slightly cold tone.

Yes, there are you, when there are others here.

I just smiled uncomfortably, nodded my head.

"Well, mamme your husband, when you forget who Mamas is? Or Mamas needs to open our book to explain to you, Ay. Even though we have not loved at least I tell halal friends. What you have is already mine and vice versa." explained Mas Abyan at length.

"Yes, Mas. Sorry."

"Keep."

"What, Mas?"

Mas Abyan scratched his head. A lot of dandruff, huh Mas? Not shower yet.

Mas Abyan approached, I retreated, Mas Abyan added closer, I added backwards.

Crazy people, why would you want to be near me. Stop touching the wall.

Closing eyes. O Allah, forgive me my sins, and many other words. My hair is goosebumps great, ghosts are passing by.

Mas Abyan held onto my chin gently, did he want to?

The sreet!

The zipper that hooks the hijab, the replacement of the open needle. My hijab is also in Mas Abyan, with wet hair.

Mas Abyan looked at me without blinking anymore.

Is my hair ugly or is there gray hair?

"Well, why not dry it?"

"Wear what, Mas?" I'm honest, which towels can dry quickly.

Mas Abyan held my hand for the umpteenth time, taking me to sit in the front seat of a minimalist mirror. Take the hair dryer, terrible my hair.

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