The Boss' Wife
Ch - 35 Dugaku Mafia

"This, Brother's wife?" I ask for a glimpse of a beautiful and kind woman in her embrace.

"Oh this, that woman named Zahra." she came to the good woman, like a cat turned into a leopard, everyone in the restaurant looked at us. "Women who will leave you for the sake of family" he said increasingly ketus.

Whahuh? Bang Doni said, I left him for the family. It was not that Bang Doni gave up at the time, arguing that there was no certainty. It was still waiting, struggling to get her love again and wooing my family to bless our relationship. Maybe if at that time the marriage was run away too, just want to time yes.

But fortunately not being married to Bang Doni, it is fitting that people always say love is not always beautiful. Maybe the other rot is stored neatly, which I did not know during dating.

If the family or patient is different again the story, it means someone else who approached me with a certain purpose.

It's just in the hand, in the cheek kiss, in the hug, my husband Mas Abyan. I don't know if it's just that or more taken by him.

"It's a shame, a shame to see other people, it's all the past" said Bang Doni hugged his wife.

"He deserves to be said so. I'm sad to see you first, trying to propose in reject. Good thing there's me." The insinuation is true.

I'm wrong, please stop, my tightness in my chest is not restrained anymore. Holding the dam on the eyelids, taking the doll, the beautiful woman pulled the hijab.

Plaque!!

What a hard slap, why am I the material of violence here?

"Basic Pel***r, don't know yourself. You may not be sealed anymore. Free your hijab." he said rudely.

Why is this woman so angry? What's my fault?

"Stop.." cried Mas Abyan came and hugged me.

The woman widened her eyes and mouth, for some reason?

"That's Brother, I don't like the woman." approached Mas Abyan, holding his hand spontaneously.

Why is this a gini gatel? That's your guy still in the back, not anywhere.

"Detach.." said Mas Abyan coldly.

"Sister, why are you defending a woman who has no self-respect anymore?" take off Mas Abyan's hand.

Plaque!!

The slap right in the woman's face, Bang Doni did it.

"Quite embarrassed, we've seen a lot of people" she pulled the woman out.

Holding a swollen cheek, where is my fault? Why did he slap me so hard?

"Mas we go home." invite me who can't stand it, with a slap.

Mas Abyan was like wrath with a sharp look, silent without answering my words.

Taking dolls. "Take it." hand it over to Mas Abyan.

Mas Abyan saw me, took the doll I love. "Mas, come on." ask me to pull his hand.

Mas Abyan followed my path from behind towards the outside of the room, stopping suddenly. Attractive Mas Abyan couldn't take him.

Mas Abyan let go of my hand, gave the waiting code by hand without speaking, himself away about five meters. Mas Abyan took out the phone in his pocket, pressing the screen like calling someone.

Who is Abyan talking to? His face looks angry.

Finished calling, Mas Abyan walked over, instantly drawing a speechless hand.

On the road, Mas Abyan did not speak at all as he usually did, what was this about?

We were both in the house.

Mas Abyan held my hand, walking towards the sofa chair.

"Sit down." the command was cold, no more wandering as usual.

Was Mas Abyan angry, jealous or about to do something else? Afraid of me creeping, I shouldn't have made this kind of trouble, but this isn't what I want either.

Mas Abyan came carrying a container of ice cubes and small cloths.

His hand quickly wrapped the ice cubes wrapped around the small cloth earlier. Putting it on my cheek, the plan compresses. "It hurts?" the tanyanya is still cold.

"No, Mas." The pain is not too, only the red is still visible. It was when he came down to see the face on the car glass when he went down.

"Mamas angry?" I'm wondering why Mas Abyan changed.

"Yes" he answered honestly.

"Sorry, Mom!" that's all I can say.

"Women together?" guess directly.

Mas Abyan just nodded.

"Why is Mas angry?" plain puraku.

Rough breath out. "Yes, what's your fault? To the extent that you were hit, who was he?" asked Mas Abyan annoyed.

"She's my ex-wife, Mas." I answered honestly.

"This guy, that's your ex?"

Nodding head. "Yes Mas, my ex eight years ago." looked at the floor, remember the incident, made tears instantly.

Mas Abyan hugged.

"Cry as much, after that do not remember. Mamas make sure they won't see you again."

Obviously I immediately took off Mas Abyan's embrace. "What mamas mean? Don't tell me Mamas wants to commit a criminal act." I'm afraid of influential people including Mas Abyan.

"Why? Do you still love your ex?" tanyanya cold.

Shaking his head quickly, do not let Mas Abyan misunderstand again. "No, not that. I don't want to be a widow so soon, if you commit a criminal act." I said honestly, who knows Mas Abyan committed an act of murder and then killed back.

Mas Abyan even laughed, looking at me.

"No, Ay." take the compress, put it on my cheek again. "You will not be a widow immediately" he said.

"Then what do you want?" I was afraid of something else happening.

"Mamas will make that woman apologize to you, that's all. The rest don't do it anymore."

"If it's still, Mas?"

Abyan came into my ear. "Dead." whispered coldly.

The fine fur immediately stood up, frightened by Mas Abyan's words.

"Rest in the room, Mamas wants to do the job." put the cloth in the container, he continued walking into the room.

It was only able to swallow the saliva easily when Mas Abyan was nowhere to be seen again.

Don't tell Mas Abyan that he's a mafia.

Stand up to take the bag that was placed next to me. Straight into the room closed the door quickly, not forgetting to lock it.

If that's true, why isn't Falisha telling a story? Are they keeping something from me, or don't they know? Mas Abyan could have said so just joking.

Put the bag on the decorative table, get on the bed, hug both feet.

Ah can crazy me, like this keep on

Ting ting.

The phone rang in the bag, stood up again to pick it up.

Opening the phone screen, it turned out to be Falisha. "Ra tomorrow night, make us stay at the hotel for Mika's event?"

I reply. "Yes Sha so, I'll give permission to Mas Abyan." he met again afraid.

"okay! We met at the restaurant, yeah, about two o'clock."

"Yes Sha." I reply.

Open again there is an incoming chat from Ibu Sari.

On my phone, it already contains Mas Abyan's big family number, as well as their chat group.

They themselves are asking, he said for the needs, when they want to contact do not need to bother.

I am mah come along.

"Ra, tomorrow morning to the house, I want to cook with you, addicted to meat yesterday." invite Ms. Sari.

Retaliates. "Yes ma'am, God willing around nine o'clock to get there."

Thank God I love my cooking. Maybe if the parents are still alive, every day will cook for them. Tears were shed again, longing was unstoppable.

Seriate...