The Boss' Wife
Ch - 21 Explanations.

"Mas, I'm leaving first." When I'm ready, approach Mas Abyan who is sitting on his couch focusing on his laptop screen.

Mas Abyan looked at me with a smile. "Oh, there's something Mamas wants to talk about."

"But I'm late, Mas." obviously I saw the clock was half two in the afternoon.

"Kabarin was your friend, that you entered late." Mas Abyan ordered.

Maybe Mas Abyan wants to talk something important. "Hmmm, Iya Mas." walked over to Mas Abyan a meter away, pulled out the phone in the bag, sent a message to Bu Karu and other friends.

"Hmmm! Already, Mas." said I finished putting the phone back into the bag.

"Ay, sorry we haven't been able to move into the house you want. Mamas wants to see his house with you first, before it is occupied. Mamas don't want that place, it's uncomfortable for you. When it comes to five hectares of rice fields, Mamas has found a pretty good place to plant" he explained the dowry problem.

Five hectares is not a little in number, I could be the Boss suddenly like this.

My smile was uncomfortable with my chant yesterday about dowry. "Mas no need to bother, yesterday I was just kidding, Mas." I answered honestly.

"Yes that's your candlestick, Ay. But this is not a joke for Mamas." obviously a little cold.

I swallowed the saliva. "Hmmm yes, Mom. Sorry."

"After some time, we see a house with several locations that Mamas has chosen. If the rice field is waiting for you to take off or stop working, then we can visit there."

"Hmmm Yes, if you know where, Mom?" ask me, about the house.

"Still in town, not too far away."

"This is an apartment to be in, Mas? Are we splitting up the house?" it could have been.

Mas Abyan smiled. "You're Mamas' wife, aren't you?" the question that confused me. Let alone the house, the room let us separate, Mas. I wanted to say that, annoyed.

"Friends, Mas." I answered honestly.

"Zahra.." call Mas Abyan look not like, when it is real.

"Remain, Mas." I replied jokingly lest the fangs come out, my goodness.

Mas Abyan smiled. "Seriously, Ay."

"Yes I'm more serious, Mas." Where's the fault?

"This apartment is just a stopover, who knows you and Mamas are saturated living there. You are also free in this house, whatever you want. Want to go into the bedroom Mamas sleep there can also be, or there are other needs." explained Mas Abyan.

I want to be bargained to your room Mas, do not sleep there also times. What erotic play there.

"Yes, Mas." I answered immediately, without asking. Don't let the lion sleep.

"Your motorbike is also below, if you do not know the parking lot ask the same security." he explained again.

"Alhamdulillah, Yes. Thank you." happy I finally met bestie again.

"Continue, if you go home to the apartment to enter, press the number you sent to your phone, so it's easy to remember" he continued.

"Yes, Mum."

"That's it, Mamas is talking about."

"Yes, Mum."

"Yes, you're still here."

"Oh yeah, Mas." forgot me, because the focus is the same situation. "Then I'll go first." Standing closer to Mas Abyan, raised his hand to ask him salaman.

Mas Abyan replied. "Be careful on the road. Bring the motor slowly just as long as it survives." remember it like you're afraid of his son why-why.

"Hmm."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Mosur."

***

My favorite bike I parked behind the apartment, meeting him again made me calm. This bike was my first salary as a writer and was an employee at the hospital.

I am sad to remember that.

Salary of one hundred percent, only I take fifty percent only. The rest were given to the parlors and relatives. If I sleep in their house, the monthly payment is always in the deposit with the reason to eat me everyday and others.

Though clothes in laundry, most underwear only in the brush itself. Eat a lot outside, or cook for yourself. But I can only understand it, the calculations help them with the economy in saying rich no, in saying poor also not.

My struggle to get this bike took time and more power at that time.

If this bike is a living creature, maybe more know how to make money with rain, and the heat always accompanies every day we pass together.

I put the favorite motorbike in a special place of the vehicle, at the direction of Mas Abyan.

Take a black plastic bag, which is inside the motorcycle seat.

Bring two packs of meatballs into the apartment. If Mas Abyan doesn't like it, I'll just put it in the refrigerator, it'll be warmed up tomorrow. Solve meat problems, fear of eating or not.

Had wanted to buy just one pack, remember already have halal friends at home, all at the buy as well.

Great yes I now have friends, do not bear the responsibility given God successful entrepreneurs. Friends of life anyway, it seems like God does not want me to live hard anymore, thank God.

Now I am married, I know I am still dreaming. Woke up by the cold war this afternoon.

Arriving at the door, press the letter key to open it. The key here uses a smart door lock, uses letters. I used to use manual keys, iron. Now different, not afraid to miss the key if everywhere, also not complicated.

But that's, it's expensive. I want to iron well use the manual anyway even though complicated.

My first sight, seeing my husband's handsome face was focusing on a laptop screen, with some documents strewn across the table.

Mas Abyan smiled sweetly, looking at me, as he closed the door. I was tired of coming home from work, seeing Mas Abyan suddenly disappear somewhere.

"At busy, huh, Mas?" many approached.

"It's just finished." Mas Abyan looked towards my innate. "That's what, Ay?" curiously.

I put black plastic in my hand. "Two packs of meatballs, Mamas would not you?" bargained.

Her smile. "Mamas wants to."

"Yes, I went to the room first change clothes, then we ate." I wanted to walk, but stopped looking back at Mas Abyan. "Have you eaten rice yet?" usually Indonesians if they have not eaten rice, have not eaten.

"Udah, Ay." replied Mas Abyan while tidying up the documents. "You Ay, have you eaten rice yet?" behind asked.

"Already Mas, in the hospital cafeteria." walked up to the dining table, put a black plastic package.

"I'll go to my room, wait a minute."

"Hmmm!" smile saw me.

Walk to the room, close the door pedals, put the bag on the bed. The direct path to the bathroom cleanses the body first for a while, before meeting Mas Abyan, due to the smell of sweat. Just the first time I met aja, I did not bathe in added body odor that Mas Abyan may realize it. It could be, too, that perfume I sprayed covered all the smells.

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