The Boss' Wife
Ch - 37 Spicy Speech

"Ay, Mamas between you, all to the office." hail Mas Abyan as we have left the room to prepare with each other's routines.

"Hmmm, yes Mas." maybe Mas Abyan would like to stop by Mom's house first.

We both got out of the apartment riding in the car that Mas Abyan was carrying, on the side of the road looking at the fruit, I thought to bring the fruit to Mother's house.

"Well, can you stop by the supermarket for a minute?" seeing Mas Abyan.

"What do you want to buy, Ay?"

"Hmmm, fruit for Mom."

"It's at home."

"Different Mas, bring fruit from the son-in-law same buy yourself." I explained.

"Hmmm, yes we have stopped by the front figure if so." agree to provide a solution.

The car went slowly and then stopped. "But then, I bought some fruit, Mamas, wait here." I asked.

"Hmmm, Yes Ay. The money?"

"Udah just use my money." straight down from the car.

"Mas, buy the fruit in the basket." point out the fruit that has been wrapped neatly in the basket.

"Oh this." take it.

"How much?" much

"Two hundred and fifty thousand, Neng."

"Oh a minute." took the money in the bag. "It's Mas." handed him the money.

"This is Neng, thank you. Don't forget to buy here only Neng, the fruit." bargained.

"Oh, yes Mas equally, insyaallah I stopped by to buy fruit here." replied I smiled taking fruit in the hands of Mas sales.

Another way into the car, put the fruit in the back seat.

"Udah." I said to Mas Abyan.

"Hmm."

Mas Abyan took the car away. Before long we both arrived and stopped in front of the terrace. "Will you come down?" ask me when I take off my seat belt.

Mas Abyan looked out of the car, as Oma Farra, Ibu Sari and Ishana came out of the house to greet us.

"Mas went down for a while" she answered, also removing her seatbelt.

We both got out of the car, did not forget to also bring a paper bag of clothes to stay at the hotel and the fruit that was purchased earlier.

Ishana hugged Mas Abyan. "Mas kangen" he said spoiled.

I was standing next to Mas Abyan, it felt like I was going home. Why am I married too? You guys are the new bride. Early in the morning made ilfeel see two lovebirds if met.

Mas Abyan released Ishana's embrace with a smile. "Yes Ishana" she replied, after seeing me raise my hand, shaking hands.

Ishana immediately took Mas Abyan's hand. "Well, will you go?" ishana asked tightly and swung their hands.

I really want to run away from here.

Her smile. "Yes Ishana." replied Mas Abyan, releasing the hand from Ishana.

Ishana was like a frown, looking at me and Mas Abyan.

Mas Abyan's hand was raised back towards me. "Mamas is leaving."

Taking Mas Abyan's hand, kissing the back of his hand. "Yes be careful."

The other hand pulled my head.

The cup!

Kissing forehead. In the morning, do not exercise the heart why? Long time ago, put it on.

Mas Abyan released a kiss. "Mamas left first, baby." she said sweetly, looking at Oma, Ishana and Ibu. "I'm leaving first Oma, Mother, Ishana. "the road is towards the car.

I can only smile. "Yes, be careful on the road." Mas Abyan the more here the higher the level. We were like a happy little family in front of everyone else.

Mas Abyan got in his car and left.

See Ishana who has walked quickly into the house with Oma Farra.

"Let's go in, son." take Sari's mother after being nearby.

Taking Mother Sari's hand, kissing the back of her hand.

"Yes Ma'am." I'm glad I got a good mother.

"Come." take her again,

"Hmmm!"

We both went inside the house, but Oma Farra and Ishana were carrying suitcases.

"Be careful, Ma." Sari's mother shook hands with Oma Farra and hugged her.

"Where are you going?" puraku who does not know, but want to go to Paris see Zahra simalakama others.

"To Paris, find a future grandchild." said honestly Oma Farra.

"Ma.." call Sari's mother upset.

"Oh yeah Oma be careful." immediately shook hands.

On the other side of the vision, if my grades are plain, innocent. He wanted to be hurt and betrayed.

"Udah yuk Oma, the plane left again." Ishana invited, then shook hands with Ibu Sari. "I'm leaving first, ma'am." The smile was friendly.

Stupid, I won't be sad, happy there is.

"I'm sorry Oma and Ishana yes, son." said Ms. Sari holding my shoulder.

"Yes ma'am, that's okay." My smile, a kind mother made me happy.

"Come to the kitchen, the paper for him is placed on the table, will not be lost safely" he explained so friendly.

"It's Mom." pick up the fruit basket. "Sorry, this is all I can bring."

Smile Mother Sari. "It's okay, I'm happy to have fruit with my favorite daughter-in-law." stroked my head.

"Oh ma'am, where were you going?" I asked as we walked towards the kitchen.

"To Paris, that's the idol."

I just smile. "Who's Ma'am?"

"That person is not clear, his name is the same as yours. But Mom thinks he's weird." We both stood in front of the kitchen set.

"Where do you know that this guy is weird?" want tauku.

"From his name, Zahra simalakama. You know the song simalakama, in partakin wrong not followed wrong." smile Bu Sari remembered a song. "So he really keeps his identity tight, no one can know." he explained again.

"What is Mom?"

"Yes! He said he kept his personal data."

"Where do you know?" want to know I'm getting stronger, how did Falisha shut herself down?

"Management, and Falisha. He said if his private was exposed, his business to the authorities."

"What time is Mom?" still don't believe me.

"Yes! The same mother Oma often very ngerayu Falisha did not know the data of the author. I really want to see the children of the Mother of marriage, the old age is still struggling with his own world, fortunately Hanum was married, did not follow his two brothers." explained Ibu Sari looks sad.

"But now that I'm relieved, Abyan decided to marry you. Stay dizzy think of Falisha who has not been in love. Oma until maksa sent a blind date at the restaurant that had been promised. Until a few times that is yes, oh about twenty people are not wrong." continued Sari's mother.

I admit, Falisha is indeed often a story, about matchmaking that makes her unable to focus on her own choices.

"Hanum, Mas Darman and his son where, Mom?" haven't seen them.

"Oh they again went to Bandung streets, Tama and Amel schools held events there. Mother and biological father are told to attend." he explained. "Oh yeah, what are we cooking?" Ibu Sari shifted the discussion to another.

"What do you want to eat today?" askaku.

"It seems warm-warm fruiting as good as possible." looking for a solution.

"Where, cook chicken soup Mom?" give solutions.

"Ah is very good." look at Bi Tanti who has been present behind us. "Bi please prepare the season."

"Well, ma'am." he answered immediately opened the refrigerator size of two doors, just choose there.

Walk close, holding the other material.

"Mom, if the chicken soup, the sauce is pasted, fried tempeh and tofu. Wouldn't you?" bargained.

"Well, I haven't eaten a lot of sambal in a long time."

My shadow is hungry again.

"Aaaaaa.." cried Oma Farra, approaching.

"Why, Ma?" ask Sari's mother.

"I'm sorry!" he said with emotion.

"Why upset, Ma?"

"That's Zahra simalakama not so open stand in Paris."

"Mama has already been told. It's not clear that." said Ibu Sari ketus.

"He did not open there, he said he opened a stand in his own country. Don't know where it is?" obviously Oma Farra again.

I just kept quiet to hear the words of Oma Farra and Ibu Sari.

"Oh that's it." Sari's mother was looking for something. "Where is Ma?" tanyakanya.

"Home home, he's upset too! Plus there are imitations that are even more upset." replied Oma Farra by seeing me not like it.

Sari's mother smiled. "Mama don't talk that way, Zahra ‘kan Mama's grandson, Abyan's wife" he said kindly, but sounded annoyed.

"Well, if Zahra simalakama had met and agreed. Abyan had to want to, make the real his second wife, if possible the counterfeit backwards." stick to Oma's stance, with a scathing speech.

I can what? Just shut up, listen to Oma's words.

"Ma, I tell you it's hereditary, not married two, except to die" said upset Mother Sari.

Shrugging Mother Sari's shoulder. "It's okay, Mom. If Mas Abyan wants to." acting sad to live every drama that exists.

"Nah, be self-conscious! Anyway, Ri. She was also married in the veil lid, right." Oma's hand pointed at me. "Where do people know that Abyan has another wife. If there is an event, only the original is not a fake in the invite." spicy Oma Farra said.

Oh Oma wants to stay away from me turns out. "Alright Oma, I'm ready but! Don't expect Mas Abyan to have my descendants." I said with great emphasis, my origin was also hot.

Oma Farra fell silent, and left us.

"Son, you don't talk that way." stop Sari's mother.

I smiled and didn't want Sari to feel hurt. "I'm just kidding, Mom." I whispered mischievously.

Sari's mother immediately smiled.

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