The Boss' Wife
Ch - 17 Apartments

"Ra, I'm taking you here huh. You enter the elevator number one hundred and fifty. I have a job." said Falisha who was in the car, while I was down and standing next to her.

"Yes Sha, thank you?"

"Yes together, chest." said Falisha who drove away in her luxury car.

I who was standing outside, went straight inside following the directions from Falisha

"Mas, I'm ahead." send a message.

Moments later Mas Abyan opened the door. "Come in, Ay." Mas Abyan's smile greeted me.

The apartment is quite spacious, clean, and neat, look at me at the new house again.

"Your room is there, Ay. Mamas' room there." show it facing two black door rooms.

"We're splitting rooms now, huh, Mas?" I asked for sure, afraid of guessing untrue.

"You want us to room?" asked Mas Abyan with a smile.

"I'm coming, Mom."

"Where are you comfortable?"

There was a sense of displeasure in our midst, but there was also a sense of comfort that Mas Abyan respected me as a friend.

What should I answer?

"Mas, I went to the room first, changed my clothes." What do I want to answer?

"There's already your suitcase and extra clothes in the closet. Her mother just now."

"Yes, thank you" I said walking towards the room.

Mas Abyan just nodded.

If Mom made up my clothes, did she know we split the room?

Go into the room, close it tightly. Looking at the new room, wider and nicer than where I was yesterday. But it looks hollow.

Tears soon fell, God gave me a new place again, after moving house. Gratitude already has its own room without joining a sister, cousin, or other relatives.

The room was large, but it looked empty.

That's me, empty with no direction.

I am twenty-eight years old and soon she is twenty-nine years old with the condition of being the wife of someone.

Formerly living in the family order, now arranged husband.

It's this big, I'm still in a cage caged with iron bars. Want me to fly across the world, flap my wings wide, enjoy every wonderful moment there.

But I am afraid of this cruel world. Afraid of me beating it all, to plunge to the bottom of the ocean drowning with a dream.

Change clothes, comfortably out of the room. Looking around did not find Mas Abyan everywhere, maybe he was in the room as well.

I was still standing in front of the door of the room with my vision looking towards the door of Mas Abyan's room.

Upon realizing it, the empty room was not just me, but in front of me as well,

But full of secrets. I once read a book, called an empty room. In the discussion, full of horror stories, but inversely proportional to the empty room in front of me.

It turned out that the room contained a man with a pathetic secret. It's hard to go through it like I am.

Want to go in there, get another new secret.

Carefully approach slowly.

I should have thanked the man, now he has protected me in my place. Not looking for a spot to open his privacy.

***

Finished the magrib prayer and rested fully, I immediately pinched the hair that was limited to the shoulder in the style of a ponytail.

Hijab my continuity is placed on the shoulder, who knows if there are guests themselves are not running around like in pursuit of ghosts.

Since Mas Abyan spoke yesterday, and opened it directly, so no longer hesitate to open the aura even though only limited to hair.

Walk out of the room, towards the modern minimalist kitchen open the refrigerator, who knows can cook for dinner. It turned out that the refrigerator was full of various kinds of food items with a large size of two doors, maybe Mas Abyan or Ibu Sari who filled it.

Put an apron on the body, so as not to splash the same cooking.

In thinking, can I play cooking at Mas Abyan's house? Tapikan, Mas Abyan my husband. It's a fool if Mas Abyan gets angry. Look for cooking utensils that are placed on top of the closet.

I know that Mas Abyan is tall. So the stuff is in the top closet, but I want to cook how to take it?

Look around there is a chair, near the dining table.

Pulling the chair to the front of the top closet, riding the pan, Mas Abyan came from behind to pick it up directly. Instantly my heart was beating fast. "O Allah Mas." I cried down from the chair.

"Why, Ay?" looking towards me.

The distance between us was really close.

"Mas, tell dong that it's behind." I scolded.

"Forgotten, Ay. You are too focused on her mind. Why get on the chair? At the end there is a special staircase that is high under Mamas." point it at the end of the wall tucked there.

"Yes, now move away. Here's the tape." Take it forcibly in Mas Abyan's hands.

"What cooking, Ay?" stand beside me.

"Cooked Fried chicken, same vegetable katuk. Mamas wants?" my focus is slicing onions. The vegetables have been picked up neatly stored in a plastic bag, so I cook live zinc.

"What a hell, Ay. Mamas ate." her smile saw me.

Crazy my heart shake hebo in smilein continues. There was a strange feeling when that smile was emitted.

"Yes, I've been waiting there, I've been cooking for a while" pointed me to the sofa in front of the big television.

"Aren't you going to help?" bargained for.

"No, just be careful."

THE CUP!

"Please wait." His smile left me standing still, as a result of a kiss landing right on my cheek.

"Ay.." Mas Abyan's hand waved.

I realized, crazy Mas Abyan play nyosor only.

"It's okay, Mas." I lazily commented with a flat face.

I quickly cooked, I swear. His heart beat irregularly does not stop shaking dumbly.

Just a few minutes of simple cooking I serve.

"Yuk, Mum. Eat." take me when I fill Mas Abyan's plate.

"Hmmm!" walk over and sit in front of me.

"What kind of work goes in, Ay?" ask him who realized I was still angry if he noticed.

I was ashamed of being kissed by men. It feels like jumping around, somersaulting.

Why be my gini gatel?

"Sore, Mas." I answered soberly without asking back.

"Go home and pick you up?"

"That, Mas. Plan tomorrow morning I'll go to aunt's house, get the rest of Mas's motorcycle stuff." My permission before leaving tomorrow.

"Aterine bags, huh?" bargained for.

"No, my things are small." I refused.

"It's not good, Ay. The mama." a slightly spoiled tone.

"If Mamas comes along, means I bring a motor home, is not papa like that?"

"You still join Mamas, only your motorbike is carried by Mamas' men" he explained.

I find Mas Abyan strange, whether he approached me subtly, or just a form of responsibility as a husband. I think while chewing food.

Seriate...