The Boss' Wife
Chapter - 107 God-level actors

A very beautiful day, after a consultation with the doctor, I and others took a walk on the beach.

Oma and other bath.

I and Mas Abyan, sitting in a plastic chair with a big umbrella hood.

Many beautiful women from other countries wear bekini clothes. Wash the eyes of men.

A lot of it too, bull-bull.

"Ay, find rujak, yuk." Mas Abyan took in the cravings phase.

Is it true, Mas Abyan was so in love with me, that everything I had to feel, moved on to him?

"What's there selling rujak, Mas?" my feeling from earlier, did not see people selling rujak.

"Mamas find it first, Ay." Founding.

"What if there isn't?"

"Begging Aziz, have the hotel staff prepare." said Mas Abyan casually.

It's good to be rich, what do you want to stay ordered. Everything provided.

"Sir Aziz is enjoying his honeymoon, Mas. Time is disturbed." It's not comfortable.

"It's weird, Ay. If for example Mamas who come down directly." said Mas Abyan is right. You see, what he wants, is provided through Mr. Aziz.

On a schedule the leader must be regular, know Mas Abyan the person is too serious in various matters.

"Yes how good Mamas is." followed Mas Abyan.

"Wait a minute!"

"Yes, Mum."

Mas Abyan stood up and walked in search of fruit. See himself looking here and there.

My husband is funny to see.

There's-There's your dad, son. Exhausting the stomach that is indeed rounded. I think this is the stomach, mostly eating, it turns out there is a strand.

Dut!

Hmmm, the child moves. Play what the hell, kid, in there?

Plaque!

My eyes saw someone falling, it looked like a gold necklace.

I immediately picked up and stood up, saw a beautiful woman of sexy stature, dressed in a light blue back, with a half curl hairstyle, passing me.

"The boy dressed in blue." I shouted as I walked over to him.

He sees me right away.

I stopped immediately, like I had seen him, but where?

My brain as quickly as possible remembers who this woman is?

In the hospital, patients. Ah no.

In the gym, not really.

In the cafe, not.

The shadow of a photograph in Mas Abyan's closet I didn't want to find. My eyes immediately noticed the smiling face of the woman approaching me with the face on the piece of the photo. Ah right this is a former Mas Abyan named Cherly.

"Sorry, you called me?" he said with a little tone to English.

"It's yours, isn't it?" I immediately showed the gold necklace in a union with a ring.

"Thank you for taking the thing I dropped" he said meaningfully. "Ah sorry, I mean thank you for returning it again" he said again meaningfully. "I'm sorry if my words are wrong. I just learned Indonesian." she explained with a smile.

You think I'm stupid with your intentions, o perakor deity.

I also smile. "I take it because it's valuable" I said with great emphasis. "I understand what you mean, no problem. Learn Indonesian language properly and correctly. To be more proficient." O actor.

Himself smiles. "Okay, thanks you." He went casually away from me.

Although your body is very sexy nice to look at, beautiful again. Abyan won't like you.

Remember yes, actor, even though my body is like a puffer fish like this is not like a Spanish guitar anymore. But it's more than anything in the world. Directly created by the creator.

Upset me. Amit-amit baby branch, stroking stomach.

Uh, why are the actors here too? Never mind, my eyes are looking for the whereabouts of Mas Abyan.

"Ay.." call Mas Abyan from behind me.

I saw that Mas Abyan who was looking for had finally come.

"Why stand here? Come sit down, hot, Ay." Mas Abyan pulled me over, to sit back.

"Have you not yet, my friend?" ask me before telling me the actor came.

"Mas!" prevent me from raising my hand to Mas Abyan.

"Why, Ay?" Mas Abyan held the phone.

"We go back to the hotel." invite me feel uncomfortable to see the actor roaming around for the holidays.

"Say he wants to be here."

"If Mamas wants to be here please." I immediately stood up, walking towards the nearest hotel.

After the husbands arrived, we who rented one room, immediately moved to each room.

"Wait, Ay." Mas Abyan held my hand.

"Mamas really make me a Ilfeel." obviously I remember the actor earlier.

"Why are you Ay, angry?" Mas Abyan began to notice my reaction.

"Mas, look at the woman sitting in that chair" I pointed at Sister Cherly, who was seen sitting down and drinking some juice.

Abyan began to see.

He looks surprised.

"Come, Ay. Go home to the room." Mas Abyan pulled my hand.

"Mamas didn't see the ex." My prankster wanted to see Mas Abyan's reaction. Honestly, I want to see if he still loves Cherly's mom?

Mas Abyan stopped. "Trust Ay, same Mamas. Don't think negatively. Let's go to the room." Mas Abyan pulled me back.

We walked a little fast towards the hotel. Once inside the hotel, Mas Abyan started to walk casually. "Aren't you tired, Ay?" Mas Abyan saw me.

"No, Mom." I'm honest.

"Usually, Ay. Pregnant women are easily tired if they move a little. You are carrying the baby in the womb." explained Mas Abyan.

"I know too, Mom. But now I haven't felt that." I'm honest.

"What are you doing, want something like that, Ay?"

I'm confused too, what? "Nothing, Mom. It may have been represented by Mamas." so to speak.

"That means right, Ay. What's Oma saying?"

"The love of the husband is greater."

"Hmmm! Mamas really loves you, Ay." she explained tightening the hand grip between my fingers.

"What's big?" want to know me.

"It's so big, Ay. To the point that it can't be counted."

"Did Mamas really not love Sister Cherly anymore?" I want to make sure again.

Chequek!

We both went into the room.

Dup!

Mas Abyan hugged me. "Don't feel it, see it again Mamas won't, Ay." Mas Abyan released a hug and held my stomach. "Here is the sign of our love. No more thinking of anything else." Mas Abyan seemed to be trying to convince me.

"Yes, Mum."

"Well, change the clothes first with a comfortable one. Mamas wants to call Aziz."

"Yes, Mum."

Chequek!

Dup!

Mas Abyan exits the room.

Why is it, I feel like Mas Abyan is hiding something?

Maybe this is all just my gut feeling.

Exhausting the stomach from earlier the untun moves. Tau ya you, if Mother is jealous with Daddy.

Oh yeah, I forgot to ask Doctor Jenny. What kind of child is my child?

How many do I hold?

Hmmm! Doctor Jenny also seemed less focused on checking me, because everything continues to interfere.

But most importantly, healthy. If his face is born the same as my father, son. His style does not fade with time. Don't be like a mediocre-faced Mother.

I don't know what your father saw in this Mother, to the point of falling in love?

If you sleep want me to see the face of Mas Abyan, so that the untun face like his father Aamiin.

Seriate...