The Boss' Wife
Ch - 5 Stunned.

Mr. Abyan stood up, his way into the room leaving me who was still sitting on the balcony.

"This is your dress Ra, change it." hand over the paper bag on the table, Mr. Abyan sat back down.

"What is this sir?" point me.

"Deplace your clothes with it, hopefully the size fits. The other one's for tomorrow, we're meeting my parents." she explained.

Blink both eyes, see you in-laws tomorrow. Is it that fast?

"Tomorrow what time, sir?"

"About nine o'clock or after breakfast" he replied.

"Hmmm, Sir. I can't wear this stuff." refused to give Mr. Abyan the price of one outfit can reach half the price of a metic motorbike, I've seen in one of the online shopping applications pictured with letters. The food was not paid for either.

I am saving for the future with my hard work.

But not spent slowly on expensive clothes and food like this.

Mr. Abyan just smiled. "Accept or replace the others" he said with emphasis.

As a normal woman my mind is replaced by a sensitive thing, although that is not the same as a pronoun.

What do you want to change try? Rich people, what to take.

"Ah yes sir, then I go to the bathroom first." take the paper bag earlier, stand up and walk to the bathroom. I forgot to lock the door.

Well with pleasure I better accept, when else to wear nice and expensive clothes, even though it feels like asking for a change of valuable picture paper that can be used for other things. To the street market, I opened my big store.

Oh Allah, forgive me. I'm not grateful for your gift, I feel guilty.

Ten minutes of shower, looking at the glass.

Why did Mr. Abyan buy clothes until the inside was the right size. Where'd he try to know? My scratch on the neck that does not itch.

Strangely why should I buy, just take it at home my clothes a lot. Ask to get my family who was there.

Did he just look, he read? Indirectly, it could be that Mr. Abyan thought about the contents as well when choosing, amused me so.

What is it up to Mr Abyan?

Get out the bathroom, see Mr. Abyan still sitting on the balcony.

"Eat here first." take Mr. Abyan, I'll sit down.

Oh it turns out that when I take a shower, Mr. Abyan has the waiter prepare the food. This includes paying, right?

The street slowly sat there, looking at the food that made my saliva flow out, but in the swallow again.

"Eat, you haven't eaten dinner yet." ordered Mr. Abyan while cutting the beef steak with a knife and fork.

Following slowly, a meek cut of fear sounded. Hmmm, it's delicious, after eating this expensive food. I have to enjoy it, it is expensive according to the quality.

"Eat a lot." ordered Mr. Abyan saw the table there are various types of food and drinks juice and water.

I was like this, seen again at dinner. Why does my heart not hold gini? It could be on other minds as well. It's my first night at the hotel as a boy, like that first night. I hope it's been missed so easily, afraid I'm breaking the seal this fast.

"Sir, can I go out for a minute?" remember tomorrow to meet in-laws, want to buy something for them. It's not nice to come and bring nothing.

"Where, Ra?" tanyanya.

"Want to buy something tomorrow to meet the family, Father?" answer honestly.

"Hmmm, no, Ra. We're just coming."

"No good sir, my dear."

"What do you want to bring?"

"Fruit for example."

"There's."

"Cake."

"There's."

"Souvernir."

"There's a lot of stuff there, Ra. Mom loves shopping. You don't have to bring anything." obviously.

Seriously, I came with a body, same small bag. Don't just sir, I as a new ghost become the talk, because I don't bring anything.

"Yes sir." come along, go in the right ear, come out the left ear.

Twenty minutes after eating.

Mr. Abyan called the waiter by phone. They came to clean up for about three minutes.

The clock didn't feel like it was eleven in the evening. "Let's get some rest." take her into the room.

Where do I get confused to sleep? Look at the couch, just like that.

"Sleep there, sir?" pointing sofa chair.

"Sleep here." patted the bed when Mr. Abyan was sitting there.

My mind is traveling, maybe Mr. Abyan ngajak I shake zumba.

"That's you there, I'm in the chair." gave me a solution.

"Ra, sleep here." pat the bed slowly. "Or." hanging it again made me think negatively.

"Save Pa-"

"Ra." cut it off right away, like I can't sleep in a chair.

"Yes sir." put down the cancel again.

It's so scary to be people.

Sitting quietly on the bed, looking at the small-sized pillow I took. "I agree to be friends, cancel this I put in the middle." I said meaningfully.

Mr. Abyan's smile while nodding his head, seemed to approve.

Picking up the phone in the bag, asking permission to Bu karu one day on the grounds of illness.

At work, who has two days off overtime. With the rules that are based before caring for patients take care of the body and sanity of an employee. Work more efficiently and increase patience in dealing with patients whose families sometimes panic excessively.

Though all of that can be handled easily, if the patient's family works well together.

That's the rule that according to me, makes it easier for employees to improve their own quality.

Naturally the hospital where I work is known as a patient officer.

Looking at the family group chat many who send messages with apologies, as well as discussing the wedding last afternoon.

I was lazy to read one by one, their comments I did not see. Focus on the message sent to Bu karu first, It is also too late, it could be that he will reply tomorrow morning.

Putting the phone on the table, seeing Mr. Abyan still compartmentalizing his laptop with a focus on the screen.

Busy so Mr. Boss still staying up late nights, complete work.

"Excite, sir." I rebuked encouragingly, as a friend. Help him I don't understand with the diagram of the twists and turns of the line up and down, and up and down here.

Mr. Abyan looked at me for a moment, smiling. "Yes, good night."

Mr. Abyan, if you smile, your heart is made to exercise continuously, your turn is out canine teeth, my heart immediately stops. For a long time I had heart disease, as it continues.

Straight to sleep and close my eyes, my brain has to be completely sane for tomorrow morning.

***

Azan morning reverberate clearly heard through the application on my phone, eyes that are still sleepy due to overnight can not sleep. How to sleep, this is the first time to room with a man. Fear in anything that makes my eyes bright.

The heart is dancing in there, honestly it doesn't feel good. The voice of Mr. Abyan closing his laptop quietly sounded in my ear. He also laid his body and turned my back.

Honestly, this man has nothing to do with the anxiety of sleeping with a one-room woman. His position until morning like that.

I don't know what sleep is not sore, like it continues? I'm gonna sleep changing poses, to be comfortable. I can't remember when these eyes fell asleep.

I who have woken up finish the azan first, for a moment. Gently and gently stroking my head, wait! What does Mr Abyan want?

"Honey wake up yuk, pray together." whispered in my ear that still uses hijab continuity.

Aaaa... Want me to scream the heart it feels like to jump right now, rest assured I'm a normal woman hear that like it can increase passion. There's also my amused in the annoyance, friends call me swing-magangan.

Huuuf!

My mind must be sterilized first, let's pray dawn. Fortunately, this room is equipped with prayer equipment for the Islamic religion. I have no problem finding a mosque or mosque.

Open your eyes, wake up from sleep. "Hmmm, yes sir!" flat answer.

Get off the bed leading to the bathroom, I think Mr. Abyan ngikutin from behind.

Turn around quickly. "What do you want?" it's true that Mr. Abyan is following me.

Mr. Abyan's smile again amazes me, seriously. His smile was loh, drinking coffee does not need to use sugar. So sweet.

"You take ablution water" he replied.

"Oh yes, you are first." I give up.

"Why not together?" bargained for.

"Entar we go to the bathroom together, not take ablution sir, brantem there." I chanted so as not to dissolve in tension.

Mr. Abyan laughed. "There-there's a go." Go to the bathroom.

It is clear that Mr. Abyan's ears are slightly reddish. Is he ashamed?

It's also nice to playin people's children, innocent what innocent Mr. Gemes deh.

Seriate...