The Boss' Wife
Ch - 32 Streets

The work is done also today, overtime three days and three nights. Opening the door of the house, seeing the atmosphere was so quiet, it seemed like Mas Abyan had gone to work.

I also haven't met a housekeeper named Bi Ning. This house looks clean and tidy, maybe Bi Ning was here when Mas Abyan left for work, while this was also ten in the afternoon.

Walking into the room, today not so sleepy even mediocre. I, Fadel, and Mika took turns sleeping. Patients thank God a little, not with special handling. Maybe tomorrow they'll all be outpatient.

Closing the door without a key, after all Mas Abyan did not seem to be at home, he was also as long as I was here, never went into the room.

Put the bag and undress in the bathroom. Turning on the tap to fill the bathub, not so long put enough soap, soak and clean the body with abundant foam, hmmm! the smell of soap that I bought earlier in the supermarket, he said this is the latest product. It turned out to be quite fragrant and seemed to be suitable for my skin.

Soak long enough, after that rinse with clean water, finished wearing a towel wrapped around the body, out the bathroom wearing white tenktop clothes and black shorts. Look at the glass, I'm like a lady calling hahaha...

Hair on dry with hair dryer, wiggle slowly. Used to use a towel wrapped around the head, followed by a fan. Now just press the button, a little motion leads to the hair a few minutes dry.

Tying his long hair over the shoulders, in the style of a ponytail as usual, took a large handset in place in an ornamental table cabinet, listening to music.

If this is my home, have bought a big speaker to listen to music, let my world color, express all the contents of the heart. The problem is that in Mas Abyan's house, not listening to music, the speakers are first thrown into a black hole outside the planet.

I want to sway first, consider it a sport, it looks like my body is stiff not flexible as usual. Eliminate stress in the head, due to living a life that changes completely suddenly, without red, yellow, green lights.

Take the phone, connect it with the handset cable. Play song kangen band entitled binti his father, this is not andersen gaes. Let's sing together.

"Listen you're the one I love dear, this love is not a play, I'll meet your father to... Requesting blessing...

In the journey of my dear love, you are all I am going... I'll pick it up halal, my love... Not toys...

I accepted the marriage... He bint his father, promised to take care of him, to heaven...

I accepted the marriage... Si he bint his father with a set of prayer tools, insyaallah legitimately legitimate.

"In the journey of my dear love, you are the only one I go to, pick me up lawfully, my love is not a toy." I said as I raised my arms swaying, enjoying the song.

Let's shake slowly, flex a little bit of your hips.

"heiii legitimate, heiii legitimate, heiii legitimate." I said again.

"I accept the marriage, may we share it, promise to keep love, to heaven." I said swaying right and left.

Ooh I accept his marriage, he bint his father, promise to take care of him, to heaven... I accept his marriage, he bint his father, with a set of instruments of prayer, inshaallah is valid...

Wiggling back, with music still wrong. I don't know if I hit something in the back, maybe a wall, but why the shape?

My hand felt in the back like an ass, going up again, why was there a chest and shoulders aligned? My eyes widened, taking off the handset on the neck.

Look back, Mas Abyan. Aware of me in sexy clothes, run up to bed to pick up a blanket, cover all the bodies. My face is visible. Since when was Mas Abyan there? Then, he saw me swaying and dressed like this.

"Already shaking?" mas Abyan asked walking slowly towards me, and stopped near the bed.

Mas Abyan was still wearing work clothes, with long sleeves in white, at the folding of the elbow border. White mixed red tie. Black base pants. His hand went into the pocket of basic pants.

"Why don't you knock on the door first?" my nag.

Her smile. "Mamas tapped up a few times, but you didn't answer. Mamas thinks you're sleeping, but your voice sings. Mamas come in, maybe you don't hear" he explained.

"Mamas has eyes, must see. Wh why? It's halal! Mamas can see everything, it's not sinful." he furrowed his eyebrows.

My vision to Mas Abyan was uncomfortable.

True there is no sin, but I am ashamed, who knows there are scabies, ringworm, water fleas, germs and others. Malulah.

His gaze was just ordinary, but it was red Mas Abyan's ears again, horrified by his thoughts might be perverted.

How did I let my guard down? Can be in perkaos I, uh rape that means, if my husband is normal si, profit half. You know my dizziness.

"Keep, Mamas, what's going into my room?" divert the other discussion.

Smile back. "If you're not tired, let's take a walk. Today Mamas has time." he asked.

"Oh... I'm ready, Mamas out." I'm kicked out.

Abyan sat in bed. "Why? Halal." her smile saw me.

Wait there, as long as Mamas doesn't come out, I stay in the blanket. It's good to win a lot Mas Abyan, I was worried that I had enough.

"Come on, get ready baby." winked to both eyes with a smile.

My eyes narrowed, Mas Abyan has lost his sanity.

Suddenly Mas Abyan laughed again.

It seems satisfied Mas Abyan joked to me, in a less precise state.

Abyan stood up. "Mamas was just joking, Mamas wanted to get ready first." still laughing.

No brother, no sister, the same. I like jokes that are less useful.

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"Where are we?" ask me to put the seat belts on, when we were in the car.

"Yet you're the one who attacked Mamas. Mamas follow me. Where do you want to go?" his smile that finished putting on the belt, he continued holding the steering wheel, turning on the engine running out of the apartment.

"Since the day already wants to eat, Mamas will not we eat first?" look at me the weather's hot, too.

"Where to eat?" mas Abyan's focus is driving.

"We eat at a restaurant near here." invite me, if you eat at the rice house padang, it looks like Mas Abyan does not like it.

A few minutes of searching, not yet met the right restaurant.

"Well, we eat in the mall, would it be nice there? Lots of food too." take it.

"Hmmm, yes Mas." followed the solution from Mas Abyan, besides I have not been to the mall for a long time.

Seriate...