The Boss' Wife
Ch - 23 Wokan Gosong

Aaaaahs...

I stretched my muscles, after work came home in the morning, went home at three to home.

This sense of peace of self, when Mas Abyan was not at home today.

Flashbacks

I sat down to wait for Mas Abyan to eat together. After cooking breakfast.

Chequek!

Hearing the sound of Mas Abyan's room door. I looked directly at him. Mas Abyan with a perfect look. My eyes are constantly blessed with the carving of the creator.

The aura of the CEO is different, wearing a long-sleeved white interior, a blue waistcoat, plus a long tie that is in the light blue knot mixed white, white, blue dongker base pants with mandarin style hair cut style.

Abyan sat in front of me. "Mas, where are you going? Not yesterday Mamas said work from home for a week or two. It's only been six days, Mom?" I was curious while filling Mas Abyan's plate.

"There was a sudden job in Vietnam, no one could represent. Maybe tomorrow Mamas will come home. Are you home alone?"

"It's okay, ma'am." I answered finished filling our plates.

"Mamas asked Falisha to stay here for you tonight." The solution.

"No, Mas. Poor Falisha much work. Only one night. Mamas will be home tomorrow too." I refuse.

"Yes already then." replied Mas Abyan.

Afterwards continue to chew food.

***

A free day in my life, satisfied at will at home, whatever can be done.

Sitting on the bed, after undressing, live tenktop and white shorts.

My break while opening the phone, there was a message from Falisha. View bestie group chat notifications.

"Ra said Mamas, are you home alone?" ask Falisha.

"Where's your husband, Ra?" ask Mika.

"My mom, again to Vietnam. There's work." replied Falisha.

"Oh, you want to, I'm friends? Get home from work, go home first, just go there." asked Mika who entered shift work afternoon.

"Gue wants to, too, said lu Ra. At least late. Sorry, a lot of work." said Falisha.

"You don't need to come here, I can take care of myself, besides not being afraid either. Today I want to enjoy life, you will know if I live at home alone." reply me who really want to be alone. Want to know what it feels like at home without being in other residents.

Falisha and Mika are also busy, getting mixed up tired due to their work. Let them not have to bother my friends who are happy.

"Okay, enjoy" said Mika.

"Awas you be careful at home. If there's anything, call me and Mika. No need to Abyan. Let him fly immediately tonight also from Vietnam using a private jet, please." said Falisha.

"Yes, my dear." I answered understand.

Our conversation was over, after I answered Falisha.

I stand walking to the bathroom, because it's late afternoon, take a shower first.

Na na na na na.. hu hu hu hi hi hi hi hi...

Sing me perfunctorily, which is important happy.

After praying isya directly to the kitchen, it was stopped by the supermarket, buy good fish meat in the fry plus vegetable spinach same sambal samasi dah tasty.

My wobble holds a spatula, enjoying peaceful days.

While cooking, my eyes looked at the television.

The Drakor (Korean drama) I turned, caught my attention.

Sit down for a while, leave the cooking.

Seeing the girl get hit and run, I wonder who got hit. Like I hit Mas Abyan, in his hallucination hahaha. My laughter was amused to imagine, what kind of style when I hit Mas Abyan?

Approximately 30 minutes of focusing on television. Aware of smelling the smell of the sky, filling all the rooms.

Kissing in the direction of smell

Astarghfirullahal'azim!

I ran straight into the kitchen, looking at the charred black skillet, with the fire still burning. Turn off quickly, taking a rag lifting the pan to the dishwasher.

That hot skillet, I flush the water out of the tap.

Oh Allah, lucky Mas Abyan is not at home, if I am not finished.

Fanning the room using a hijab, while opening the window. Smoke and the smell of the charred begin to disappear, then again to the kitchen to clean the cooking area.

At the end of this online food mesan I.

The 30-minute window that was opened was closed again.

Turn off the lights, suddenly.

I stood there, after closing the window. Seeing the room was pitch black, I don't know how uncomfortable I felt.

There is no way an apartment this expensive can turn off the lights, my mind began to worry. There should be no vane!

I put on the hijab, slowly walking towards the minimalist kitchen, picking up a charred skillet that has not been washed. I deliberately have not washed the charred skillet earlier, with the intention of soaking first to easily wash it. Only the current frying pan I can get easily, the other stuff I've put in place in the closet.

I took the pan, walked slowly towards the entrance, glanced in the other direction as well.

The door moves, slowly but surely. He said the woman's instinct was strong, what he felt could have happened, after all if it was Mas Abyan, eaten in Vietnam. Mas Abyan also said, tomorrow just come home.

When the door opened, the shadow of the man entered slowly. I'm sure it wasn't Mas Abyan, his height was below Mas Abyan, around the boundary of the ear a little more could probably be the same as Mas Abyan.

When the man came in, I came in from behind.

1, 2, 3.

Prangs!

Right once the frying pan hit his head, and I added.

Prangs!

His face, as he fell down. Maybe no longer unconscious, because of my death blow.

My smile can mampus lu, just play in without permission, said greetings, last knock on the door even though in front of there is an alarm, who knows he is a regular person alarm does not understand.

Behind me, footsteps sounded, like someone was coming in again.

Prangs!

The light flashed, my eyes with my mouth wide open holding a charred skillet.

Look at me at that person who turned out to be Mas Abyan in front of me, his face black, the nose of Mas Abyan came out with a red liquid.

Brak!

Mas Abyan instantly collapsed unconscious on the floor.

I stared, winked, momentarily conscious.

Die this time, see Mas Abyan unconscious.

Want to help Mas Abyan, but my leg touched someone's body down there. Looking towards the first person hit earlier.

Surprised to me, it turned out that the man had the face of Doctor Idris.

My head is throbbing, how did Doctor Idris get here along with Mas Abyan?

It feels like the world is circling around, it wants to be asked in the swallow of the earth at this time.

I put the black skillet on the floor.

Pulling them one by one toward the sofa chair, even though they are both very heavy, whether it is body weight or the weight of sin, I try hard to move them both.

I also took a wet tissue to clean their black face from the charred skillet.

Wanting to laugh but afraid of sin, seeing the faces of Mas Abyan and Doctor Idris stain black.

I wipe Mas Abyan's blood flowing. Oh Allah is strong also my punch earlier to the point of blisters in his death.

My hands were shaking, when I put a doll-like handiplast on his nose, it was inherently panicked so unconscious, now his face was clean making me feel strange, seeing Mas Abyan up close. Observe it secretly, maybe yes.

A few minutes later I went to Doctor Idris, put a characteristic handiplast on his nose and head. Why is there such a different taste between the two of them? If Mas Abyan had been shaking my hand, with Doctor Idris mediocre.

Maybe I got carried away. Right now, it feels like I want to go from before the two of them, God help your people, the anxiety I feel.

What if Doctor Idris finds out, I'm here and Mas Abyan's wife? Really confused what to do?

Seriate...