The Boss' Wife
Ch - 4 Sure

Eyes that are still sleepy open slowly, stretching the body muscles by pulling them.

Aaaa...

I slept really well. Look at the clock on the left hand, showing it at seven o'clock in the night.

Widens the eyes from sleep. The gate fences shut, at nine Aunty closed it. Could have had my three-day and three-night talk. Allowing the hijab to be attached. Remind me to take a shower, still good thing to have brushed teeth, wash your face this morning in the hospital. Long also I slept from ten in the morning to seven in the night, sleep or my torpor.

Get out of bed.

"Khem!"

It sounds clear behind me.

Remember what happened today, I realized I was looking around the place that this was a hotel room. A blend of dark green mixed with cream, looks comfortable in the room.

Red roses scattered on the floor, as well as a white goose doll on the table greeted me with the distinctive smells of the bridal room.

Turning towards the voice, my thin smile offered.

The man I saw, washed both eyes with a blinding light. Giving blessing with the carving in the perfect chisel. There is also the appearance of a human being born like an angel. Either the angels of life, the chroniclers of bad charity, or the guardians of hell.

Oh my God, a total of eight years can be something like this. I'm crazy, but it's the same.

Mr. Abyan came down from the bed, my brain digested for a while, the feeling of sleeping on the sofa saw the truth of the sofa in the back. Why sleep in bed? My eyes widened, it was next to Mr. Abyan again. Is it possible that Mr. Abyan moved to the bed?

"Where are you going?" Mr. Abyan stood walking over.

What do you answer?

"That's sir, going to the bathroom." I reasoned.

Stop Mr. Abyan in front of me half a meter away. "Yes, please." Smile.

"Ah yes sir." immediately ran into the bathroom, not forgetting to lock the door while in there.

Huuf!

I feel like I want to hang like this, how can I get out of this marriage?

The only way to get him to discuss, ah yes that's the way.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's.

Out of the bathroom, it turns out Mr. Abyan is sitting on the balcony.

"Here Ra." call him first.

Walk towards him. "Sit down." ordered Mr. Abyan with a smile.

"Yes sir." followed orders.

Up there we could both see the street lights, and the atmosphere around.

Mr. Abyan gave me a cell phone. "Look to make yourself sure."

Taking a cellphone in the hand of Mr. Abyan, seeing a video of him saying kabul with a loud voice, witnessed by Bibi and people I do not know. It turned out that Uwa Sani represented my father as guardian.

As well as various souvernir, containing dowry given.

"Here, sir." Give me Mr. Abyan's phone again.

Dah confident this, the sculpture carving the masterpiece is really my husband. Given the family I was angry for no reason, this self feels guilty.

But this is also what they want, the person they choose is like this.

Whose marriage? Whose choice? Who is it too? I love to wonder about my family.

"Credited yet?" ask Mr. Abyan.

Nodding my answer yes. There's a good reason why he married me?

"Why do you want to marry me?" seriously, I want to know the answer.

Usually rich people like the name of playing a match or forced marriage. So that the man can get power from the family. Finally agreeing to join the matchmaking, contract marriage, forced marriage, look at some novels and watch dramas.

Strange as well actually, why not marry equally yakan? Both bears, usually also related to the cooperation relationship.

This is my same marriage, which includes homeless people but not, consider it hardworking.

Smile again Mr. Abyan did. Dad, if you smile like that, I can be crazy, my trauma is gone with just a moment.

Dizziness my head, it's serious behind asking again.

"You remember, never bumped into me?" remind me again.

Obviously confused me, when else have you ever met the Father, hit again?

"When, sir?"

"Forgot yeah?" behind it again

My confused smile, what is it? You are wrongly answered, you are angry to run where I am.

Mr. Abyan let out a rough breath, like thinking of something.

You just go home, rest in peace would love to say that.

"You have a history of amnesia, right? How can you work in a hospital if you need a hospital. Do you not know if a patient with a history of serious illness will be operated on in exchange for a patient who does not have a serious illness. Misacting danger, Ra. If you have amnesia." Mr. Abyan's talk surprised me.

It's very desirable for this soul to say a fight, sir. You are lecturing at a less than appropriate time. Especially if I have amnesia. I have to remember people's faces. Twenty-eight years of life that I've seen many times, sir. It's good that I have amnesia, bring the patient back. My job all this time was good no exchange patients.

Just be quiet that I can do, if denied my hypothesis could jump into hypertension. We have not told them about Lebaran.

"So how do you think we're going out first?" bargained for.

"Actually I want to know, what did you marry me for?" kepo.

"Because that's what you want."

"Oh sir, I'm just kidding."

"Guard you're real now, we can't be divorced either."

"Why?"

"It's been going downhill in my family" he replied honestly.

"We can get divorced right away, sir." Before the wedding is tied up much longer.

"Can't Ra, everything has happened."

"You should see me again before you get married" I explained.

"How do I want to meet you, while everything is clear" he said it is true. "Everything has happened, in my family against divorce." continued Mr. Abyan.

True to the story that spread, the family of space earld group, famous loyal to the couple. So far there has been no news about their extended family.

I'm happy, I got something like this. Who wants to try in the duakan, or suspicious. Conglomerates are usually a lot of savings.

I don't know what Mr. Abyan is, I don't know him yet. Go ajalah first time yes, and also know where the dagger is.

It is not possible for one woman not to be interested in the same charisma that wow. Senyumi dah lumer.

"Have you been forcibly married?" who knows that. He may not want to get married.

"Truely, I was forced into the family to marry. I am thirty-three years old" he explained.

Right means my guess. "Do you need a contract with me, a time limit until you find true love?" my solution.

Smile Mr. Abyan. "No! Enough of you to be my wife." steadfast in choice.

"But sir we don't know each other, let alone love."

"That's why I'm asking you out." he said casually.

"Friends first." I bargained who couldn't accept all this. It seems that if I persistently resisted the result would be the same.

"Alright, we're friends first." the breakup follows my solution.

"What about my status, sir? Our degrees are so different. What family can accept me?" how'd she think.

Smile Mr. Abyan. "My mother is like you, my grandmother is like you. Status is not an issue in our family." she explained again.

Thank goodness then! I don't know if I can disappear my trauma with the presence of Mr. Abyan. There is still that love in this self, growing back with a new figure.

I still sink to the bottom of the ocean. To the extent that the surface can no longer be reached.

Seriate...