The Boss' Wife
Ch - 20 Knowing Aibku

Mas Abyan got into the car smiling as if nothing had happened.

"Ay, have you said goodbye yet?" reprimand Mas Abyan first when starting the car engine.

"Udah was Mas, we just continue." I lied with eyes still red.

Shame is so shameful to feel. Mas Abyan has known my disgrace, which I consider so.

Mas Abyan just smiled and pressed the gas pedal.

"Yes, are you angry?" for a moment we were out of the alley.

"No, Mom." I answered briefly.

"Why are you quiet?"

"Sorry, Mas. I'm confused now and embarrassed." I said honestly, if silence all will not be finished.

"Why embarrassed?" Mas Abyan kept luring me to tell stories.

"Sorry, because of my family, you were dragged along. About Bi Rosida and Bi Nur do not Mamas follow."

"It's okay, Ay. I'll try."

"If so, we divorce Mas." threatened me.

Suddenly Mas Abyan pressed the brake pedal, with me almost banged into the dashboard. The sound of the rear car horn was so loud, as a result of stopping in the middle of the road. Mas Abyan parked the car in front of an empty building.

"I'm sorry, Mas." My heart swayed hebo, afraid of death earlier, just as Mas Abyan squirted his fangs.

"Well, why bring a divorce. They just asked for help, Ay. We can't get divorced forever either." Mas Abyan told me.

"Can, Mas. If I want to." stick me up.

"No way, Ay." insisted Mas Abyan.

"Can, Mas. If you don't want a divorce, follow my wishes. Point!" my firmness. "Honestly, Mas. I'm ashamed of all this. It was enough dowry yesterday they took. What if Ibu Sari, Dad Dameer, Hanum, Mas Damar, Falisha especially Oma Farra know? I'm really embarrassed, Mas." Out of all my disgrace with embarrassment down to the crown. I just open it all. If in the damper again, more twine wool yarn.

The price that was brought yesterday was not a little in number, it could be less than one Billion. Crazy ‘kan they want to treat me and use Mas Abyan, as a family and successful businessman.

"Mahar can be bought again, Ay." continue to defend.

If people are rich, it's good to waste money.

"Udahlah Mas, I'm tired. Now we go home. I want a job. Enough to get here first we talk. About dowry, I do not intend to ask Mamas again, let alone ask for return by my family." I explained.

Actually really want to say, all I don't want to be married like this, by asking for innate much. Finally my family enjoyed it.

My canda adds a lot of trouble, with the plan to stay away from men, instead of getting a husband.

Now I don't know what to do? Mas Abyan must have felt wrong choose also yakan.

After we had an argument, Mas Abyan wanted me not to talk to each other at all until I went home.

"Well, do you want to go straight to work?" reprimand first, a moment to get inside the house.

"Yes" I want to walk to my room.

Mas Abyan held my hand. "Yes, are you angry?" tanyakanya.

"No, Mas. What's up?"

Abyan held my two hands. "Yes, tell me you're still mad."

Why is Mamas like this anyway? Again want to get angry between not, turned into a cool. Gini ‘kan seen romantic, even though the handrails only.

"I'm not angry, Mas." took off Mas Abyan's hand, conscious with disgrace.

"Continue?" tanyanya.

Inhale oxygen first, set the breath.

"Mas, you know what I'm ashamed of, Mom."

"Why be ashamed, Ay?"

Mas Abyan time does not ngeh that way, I have to explain it again.

Mas abyan held my hand back, with a flat vision. "Still a long time, Ay. Two o'clock in. Mamas wants to talk for a second. Until when, you want to run? Explain or." hang up again.

You think I'm afraid, understand me with the words hanging and hanging it.

I don't know, from the moment I suddenly exploded, afraid I was gone. Prevent the taste, vent the emotions in the grave deeply.

"Or we get divorced, Mas." take my hand off again.

Mas Abyan held his head, silent for a moment. "Okay we're divorced, one of my conditions." rubbed his head with a cold look. The attractive lip line next door and eyes full of ambition look very clear.

"What, Mas?" my wrinkle on the two eyebrows with a constant heartbeat hebo, dj music was lost, I was brave why now ask in the grave only.

"Serve me as a husband." he asked.

"Serve what, Mas?" the Puraku who doesn't know.

"Tell me you haven't had a husband and wife relationship, let's do it." she asked.

Whahuh? Right, my guess.

"Why? Don't like?" press again.

Hah I think this man is not normal, it turns out there is a shrimp behind the flour.

"No, Mom." I said firmly.

"If you don't, don't say that word again, Ay."

Oh Mas Abyan, just threaten me.

"No denying!" flip me play conditions. It's only been four days we've lived together, but I can read the situation.

"That's not the case" he said turned spoiled.

I am tickled me, why is this guy turning 180⁰ degrees anyway? I guess men don't want another woman anymore. I was yesterday in a boyfriend's residence is okay, the important thing is that he is happy, let alone in the care of God.

"Some of that, we're splitting up, Mom?" threaten back.

"Ay, seriously loh." changed to creepy mode.

I don't know if I'm dizzy myself, Mas Abyan if it becomes a non-antagonistic mixed antagonist role can be yes. My smile is a list of Mas, all of you artists.

"Why smile?" confused to see me.

I was dizzy with my head, he thought.

"If you want, go ahead. I have permission to leave, we go to the religious court." I threatened to return, seeing Mas Abyan's reaction.

Mas Abyan slowly advanced. "That's right, Ay. If we separate, you're pregnant. The boy lived with Mamas forever. Also guaranteed you will not get a job anywhere and anytime." he threatened.

I think long, while retreating slowly, seriously? Why do I snort near Mas Abyan, with a heart that plays robanahan.

Poking me.

"Stop, Mas. I'm kidding." I'm like a rat, I want to swallow a cat.

I married four days a widow, could continue to get pregnant immediately, then my son was taken by his father, so unemployed as well. I'm like a layover woman, like a mermaid soap opera if all that happens, my life can be ruined.

"It's okay, baby, not for long. About two days and two nights." he threatened still walk slowly.

I die this time, fine fur until goosebumps.

I immediately sat on the floor facing Mas Abyan, closing both palms. "Even Mas, no longer." I'm like in the law, yes, lost the third world war.

Mas Abyan held my shoulder, telling me to stand up. "So, don't mess with me, Ay." Mas Abyan's cold. "You must know, just talk divorce your sins increase. Not my rights and others." clearly preached.

"Yes Mas, sorry." My guilt was waged with us facing each other very closely.

Mas Abyan you are also great so ustadz, it turns out, I have always thought this way.

"I'm ridho, because I respect you. Our marriage will be forever, don't change my rules." she said.

I just nodded, Mas Abyan hugged me, honestly feeling warm. Angry polite, but I can not refuse also in the hug of my own husband, even though I want to know Mas Abyan so as not to be aggressive. Though very comfortable, in the hug of a tile man with a sweet aroma on his body. Want me, the heart is hot on the back.

Seriate...