The Boss' Wife
Ch - 62 Pick up

"That's not Mr. Boss and Mr. Aziz." said Bu Risma saw Mas Abyan and Mr. Aziz walking into the room.

Seeing the servants outside watching Mas Abyan not wink, perhaps they were interested in seeing Mas Abyan's fondness.

Naturally, Mas Abyan wears white display shirt, vest, tie, suit, leather shoes base pants in deep black with medium-style Korean undercut hair.

I see that I cannot blink.

"Get the Boss come, let's march quickly" said Ms. Hasya.

"You don't daydream, Mr. Boss, come here." pull Ms. Risma.

"Ah." conscious from the daydream due to the pull of Bu Risma. "Why should you stand here?" marching in front of the table.

"Lu look at it Mr. Boss, come here" said Ms. Hasya.

"Well, that's my husband, pick me up." I answered honestly.

Plaque!

Miss Hasya hit me on the shoulder slowly.

"You're crazy later! You're getting fired so you're not sane. Please yes, do not invite us all in the room to be fired because of you. We all still want to work, you feel good yet have children with husband there is no big expenditure, if we all know a lot" said Ms. Hasya look furious.

"I can't believe it, ma'am, it's my husband. Look at this." my path slowly approached Mas Abyan who began to enter the room.

"Zahra.." cried Miss Ima.

"Our history runs out today" said Ms. Hasya.

"Mas.." I shouted past Mas Abyan, like calling someone else.

"Ay, Mamas is here." stopped Mas Abyan in front of all the friends lined up in front of the table.

Stopping the road, my smile is sweet to see a co-worker who looks sculpted, maybe their shock except Mika and Bu karu who are a little relaxed.

"Oh this is my mama." approached Mas Abyan.

His right hand was wrapped around Mas Abyan's neck. "This is your husband, not the others" he replied spontaneously.

"What?" said Ms. Hasya, and others spoke.

Some held their mouths, held their chests, their mouths were wide open, and all sorts of other things they expressed.

"They say Mamas isn't my husband." pointed at the coworker judging them.

"They don't believe?" Mas Abyan looked surprised, even though his acting was.

"Hmmm!" my nod slowly looked at Mas Abyan.

The cup!

Kissing my forehead. "Then this."

We both looked towards them, who looked terrified.

"Child today if it's new romantic, it's like us, if we can separate the bed" said Grandpa who sat in a wheelchair and grandmother who pushed through satirizing us both.

We both saw each other. "We're not so ‘kan darling?" mas Abyan asked embarrassedly, winking into his two eyes giving the code.

"Ah I love romance, forever together." My smile raised my eyebrows showing off affection. It makes a work friend feel jealous.

"Mas, I love you." I said softly.

"I love you to." replied Mas Abyan.

"Ekhem!" mr. Aziz's voice broke our drama.

Release hug. "Ekhem! Sorry to bother you all, please introduce me Abyan company leader and also husband of Ms. Zahra Aneska" said Mas Abyan back focus.

They can all just smile. "Father does not bother, we all do -" Mom karu saw the others, she was confused to answer what?

"Some mother represents." said Ms. Hasya slowly.

"Khem!" Bu karu tested the sound. "Sorry, Sir! We are all here to gather... For..." Nervous to the point of not knowing what to say?

"That's Mas, they all gathered to meet me who today does not work anymore, because my boss fired me."

"Firing his own wife, who should not be allowed to work, but still want to work and be ashamed if her husband is the leader of the company." honestly Mas Abyan made me embarrassed.

"Mas don't open the disgrace why?" slowly say.

"Emang yes, from the beginning Mamas already said. You still do not want to follow Mamas's words. Good thing Siska came, if you do not still want to work." reply Mas Abyan. "Card and all Mamas kasih, still want to work." continued the preacher.

"Set me butu-"

"less?" disconnections.

Looking at all the focused friends watching the two of us arguing in front of them.

"We'll continue at home, I want to go home. Just take a bag first in the locker." Look at Ms. Hasya and the others. "Let's gather inside, let's talk for a while." look at Mas Abyan again. "Mamas sit down for a minute." I ordered.

Walking inside, all the friends came in and said excuse me to Mas Abyan.

"Ra, are you really Mr Boss' wife?" said Ms. Ima

"Ra, I'm sorry" said Ms. Hasya.

Someone wants to talk. "Stop!" deciding on a speech that feels afraid or other things I understand it, who the hell believes that I am married to my own boss, let alone the time of my kabul where, Mas Abyan where.

"I was honest from the beginning, Mom, because she was quiet, because my husband asked her directly so as not to cause gossip, on the other hand, I still want to work because women yesterday came to make a scene, I was forced to get fired and stop working." I said while opening the locker.

"Ra much I want to know, but the point is you don't tell our problems to Mr. Boss ya." said Ms. Hasya.

My smile. "Please, ma'am, it's my disgrace too. You guys ‘kan know my husband how killer. His wife was fired, let alone you who are nobody." saw Fadel who did not speak anymore. "Del, so don't we go to K.U.A?"

"Mom, don't remember anymore. Fadel still wants to live" he said in fear like he wasn't.

"It's easy with me."

"Ra don't forget yes, if you are pregnant my child in a mate." said Ms. Hasya still joking.

"My son is also Ra, in order to ensure I'm as good as possible" said Ms Ima.

"Eh my son too." said Mrs Risma.

"My most handsome and beautiful child fits in soin your ghost Ra" said Bu Ika.

"Eh my son can also Ra, he is already smart to learn various languages, suitable tuh be your ghost." said Bu Eri.

"Fadel hasn't had any children yet" Fadel joked.

"Boyfriend hasn't, let alone child, remember! No lockers for, you." said Ms. Hasya.

Stomach stroking. "Ra, don't tell me you're pregnant?" said Ms. Eri saw me acting like this.

My smile. "Laper Ma'am, because you're listing to be my son's in-laws" you don't know if I'm still sealed, not yet in anything.

"Ah you, make us all shocked. The point is hopefully you quickly get offspring, my son is waiting." said Bu Hasya.

"Eh our son also time." simultaneously Bu Risma, Miss Ika, Miss Eri.

"Well, do you want a list?" seeing the new Bu Karu coming in.

"May if you will." - Smile.

"Ra, Mr. Abyan has been outside for a long time, do not you forget, pity him in the patient's family crowd" said Mika.

"What?" quickly take the bag. "Udah used to be all, pity my husband." way out.

"Yes Ra, be careful" they said.

Seeing that people had been crowded, I immediately approached Mas Abyan.

"Yuk Mas, go home." hold Mas Abyan's hand. "There all are, sometime we meet again." I see everyone standing in front of the nursing desk.

"Suster Zahra.." cried a man.

Stopping to see who was calling, it turned out that Rio was walking pushing the wheelchair.

"Mom, this is a gift for Mom, inside there's my number, call me sometime. Don't judge what it is? Thank you for taking care of me all this time." Rio's eyelids curled up, holding a small box wrapped in blue dongker paper, which was given white ribbon accessories.

Remember me in Rio's condition who has a history of end-stage liver cancer.

Releasing Mas Abyan's hand, Mas Abyan instantly gave a partition between me and Rio. "I'm sorry my wife" he said directly.

"Mas.." prevent me from getting jealous, take Rio's gift. "Thank you Rio, God willing I will contact you, get well soon."

"Ay.." clearly Mas Abyan objected, seeing I received Rio's gift.

"Later I'll be clear." I whispered respect to Rio so that he would not be burdened.

"Yes Sister together, may you be happy" said Rio shedding his tears.

"Hmmm!"

See workmates and others. "I'll go first."

"Yes Sus, Ra, be careful" they said.

Seeing Mas Abyan. "Come, Mas." take me.

Mas Abyan smiled holding my hand. "Hmmm come on." We both walked slowly out of the room in follow Mr. Aziz from behind.

Sadness is what I can feel, out of the room that has been accompanying my days.

Parting with the family I thought I was, almost twenty-four hours I was there, before I became Mas Abyan's wife. I will never be able to feel the beauty of that time again.

Seeing the sweet-smiling Mas Abyan look at me, the new task I am living now is to become the legitimate wife of the CEO of a large company.

Seriate...