The Boss' Wife
Ch - 7 Introduction

"Dad, Abyan." cried two young children about four years old, running from the room.

Mr. Abyan's smile stretched out to both hands hugging them.

Daddy's? Don't tell me this is Mr Abyan's son? I became the second wife. Looking at Falisha, frowning into two eyebrows.

Falisha just kept silent, smilingly playing to her two eyebrows.

You smile, don't look at me full of question marks.

"Dad, why didn't you come home last night?" ask the girls.

"Usually Dad comes home, who is he Daddy?" the lyrics aren't happy the boys saw me. Don't tell her she's angry, their birth mother's outranked. What the hell does this mean? I got married to be my second wife.

"Even yesterday married Aunty Zahra" replied Mr. Abyan casually.

"I'm sorry I'm late" a woman's voice came out of the room. I saw a beautiful woman approaching.

Don't tell me this is Mr Abyan's first wife? Real pretty.

Approaching, I stand. "Meet me Mas Abyan's first wife named Hanum." her smile invited acquaintances.

Right me.

"Hanum, don't get into trouble." Mr. Abyan spoke with a flat face.

"Hahaha.." Falisha's laughter stirred the room. While Mother Sari and Chicken Dameer just smiled.

What's with them?

"Sa-I'm Mr. Abyan's friend." I replied honestly.

"Haha..." Falisha laughed.

"Zahra.." call Mr. Abyan. "Why the hell, aren't you sane?" he looks upset.

"Where's the fault?" Hanum.

"If you were Mas Abyan's first wife. I'm dong's second wife." Falisha laughed.

Does this mean Mr Abyan's brother or his wife?

"Who's gue?" candaku.

"Hahaha.." Everyone laughed great.

"Mad Mas Abyan's sister" replied Falisha still laughing.

"Sorry, Mom! I'm Mas Abyan's youngest brother." explains Hanum.

"Sister or wife?" still confused me.

"His sister Abyan Ra, the last. I have three children." Ibu Sari explained.

Oh his sister, kirain is his wife.

"Ah I'm Zahra Aneska, Ma'am."

"Just call me Hanum." hug me. "Welcome to our family, Ma'am. I was twenty-six years old, had already stepped over my two brothers first." he explained. "Let's sit down first Ma'am." he asked.

"Ah Yes." followed the instructions.

"Say you're already married." Falisha quipped Hanum.

"Mother isn't like that Aunty." said the little boy.

"Eh what little boy knows." Reply Falisha.

"Let's go! Let's say the twins are smart." replied the boy who did not want to lose, joined by his twin.

"Mother Hanum picked us up to the world." replied the girl innocently.

"As much as you guys, I'm dizzy" replied Falisha.

"This introduces my son Ma'am, whose name is Tama. His sister was named Amel. They're twins. She's five, just in school." Look at her son. "Greet Aunty Zahra" he commanded.

"No way, Mother. Aunty has taken Abyan's father." refused Amel.

Hmmm, worry them.

"No way, Amel." a male voice came over.

Look at the voice, O Allah, the handsome. Who else is this?

"This is my husband Mas Darman" Hanum explained.

"I'm Darman." take shaman.

I stood up again. "I'm Zahra Aneska." said hello.

"I'm sorry, my son was like that. We have often directed them to call Uncle Abyan, but still call Abyan's father." explained Mas Darman, looks uncomfortable with me, because the call that resulted in misunderstanding.

"Ah okay." I answered honestly, what do you want to call? I'm coming with it.

"Let's sit down." take Hanum again.

I followed orders again.

"Greetings to Aunty." orders Mas Darman again.

"Yes" replied Tama and Amel following the directions, as if they were very afraid of the father.

Tama and Amel greeted me, kissing my cheek.

"Sorry, Aunty." Amel looked guilty.

"Tama's also sorry." continued Tama.

I smiled. "You're not wrong, why apologize?" hold their shoulders.

Smile Tama And Amel. "Thank you Aunty." They simultaneously said with a hug.

"Hmmm, equally." somehow they're really funny.

"Hello all.." a female voice came over.

I let go of the embrace, looking at the middle-aged, fashionable beautiful woman, seemingly older than Dameer's father and Sari's mother.

I stood up again, try to come so I don't sit up, stand up. There are no more who come out of it.

"Hello.." replied Falisha and Hanum simultaneously.

"That's Oma Farra." whispered Mr. Abyan in my ear.

I walked over, shaking hands after stopping near all of us.

I smiled. "Good day Oma, I'm Zahra Aneska."

"Put." took Oma's hand off. "I'm Oma Farra" he replied with a face that looked unfriendly.

"Sit down!" it was so bad looking at me.

"Ah yes, Oma." back to sit next to Mr. Abyan.

"Bi Tanti.." call Hanum.

"Yes, Non." came up with a little run, answering Hanum's call.

"Bring Amel the same Tama into the playroom." he ordered.

"Mother here." Amel seduce.

"Yes, we want to be with Abyan's father." Tama hugged Mr. Abyan.

Mr. Abyan rubbed gently on Tama and Amel's head. "Let's play. I promise." Raise the little finger of his smile.

"Promise." hooking her pinky.

Nod little Mr. Abyan. "Hmmm, promise."

"Hore.." jump them for joy. "Bada all." waved.

We all wave our hands towards them. The path followed Bi Tanti into the other room.

"Oh, is this your ghost, Ri?" ask Oma Farra.

"Beauty, Ma?" Sari's mother praised me.

The lyrics are slacking towards me. "Well, that's fine." Take a breath and sound annoyed. "Eh Zahra, Oma would like to ask. What style do you use to make Abyan like you?"

"Ma, Oma." simultaneously Bu Sari, Dameer's father, Hanum, Falisha, Mas Darman and Mr. Abyan spoke.

"You why? Don't like?" the answer is more cynical. "Jawab Zahra?" snapped it.

Genuine makes me hot, it feels like I want to fight now.

"Why is Oma talking?" Mr. Abyan is heating up.

"Why ask your granddaughter like that? Mama should be grateful, Abyan is married." Ms. Sari looks angry.

"Yes, no other question?" Falisha was upset.

"Oma don't want what, Mas Abyan married?" ask Hanum.

"I'm grateful that I got the ghost that I wanted to match yesterday, not her" replied Oma Farra blatantly without further ado.

I saw Mr. Abyan, the Water flea Mr. came out one. Last night said only insistence, there was a match.

Standing Mother Sari. "Where is the person you want to introduce? It didn't exist in the past. Especially not clear?" the quarrel began between Mother and Son.

Dameer's father held Bu Sari's hand telling her to sit down.

"Shut up! I asked my grandson. The soul mate that yesterday was clear, just had not had time to meet." insistent.

Sari's mother sat down. "Where, Ma? Not brotherly? I didn't meet the author."

The writer? Looking again at Mr. Abyan the second time.

Mr. Abyan is not comfortable seeing me.

"You haven't answered?" asked Oma Farra, regardless of Mother Sari's words.

"It's Abyan's choice, Oma." Mr. Abyan replied immediately.

"I asked Zahra not you." pointed Oma to Mr. Abyan.

"Sorry Oma before. I was confused as to what to answer? But it could be in short, I met Mr. Abyan just yesterday." I immediately replied.

"What?" Oma looks shocked.

"I spent my life in the hospital yesterday. On the day of the kobul Ijab, I was overtime two days and two nights. So I don't know, if I go home, I've become Mr. Abyan's wife." I'm talking to you again.

"Explain, Abyan." Oma Farra ordered.

"Sir, we're separated." I immediately saw Mr. Abyan. Invite me to part ways. Solve the problem if we separate now.

"What?" all of them spoke at once except Mr. Abyan.

"So if you say Zahra asked for a divorce, all that can not be disturbed. This time someone rejected my grandson. Usually the women would throw her body at Abyan, in order to get it. While you ask for separation." explained Oma Farra.

Want me to say what you want Oma? That's why I can't separate now.

"I was just kidding. But, it's still a long way from getting my blessing like Sari."

Oh kidding, but your jokes aren't funny Oma. Moreover, I have to get blessing, confused, what do you want?

"Oma here is Abyan getting married, why ask for Oma's blessing?" ask Mr. Abyan.

"You're Abyan's only grandson. Your wife should be educated first. Moreover, you are the CEO of a large company." replied Oma Farra.

"What does this have to do with Oma's blessing?"

Oma speechless.

"Alright, Abyan. Oma was just kidding." Sari's mother mediates.

"So you're gonna give me a great-grandchild when?" the language to another. "With your situation now? Don't tell me last night you didn't make it." asked Oma Farra.

Let me wear Oma wheat sago, eye clothes button.

"We decided to date Oma first" replied Mr. Abyan.

Friends are not girlfriends sir! Don't tell me you have a history of amnesia.

"Dating is dating, but all of you. My age is not easy anymore Abyan." still in his stance.

"Yes Oma." replied Mr. Abyan relented.

"Oh yes, let's talk about something else. How do you want, son. After marrying Abyan? Still want to work, or just at home. Tomorrow you will hold a reception at the hotel." Mother Sari asked me.

What reception? look again at Mr. Abyan. Surprise, sir, for me? Good holiday.

Seeing Falisha just laugh from earlier. Look at your bestie frustrated god-level.

"Zahra quit his job, ma'am" replied Mr. Abyan.

What stops working? It was so good that you decided my life. I struggle with obstacles, gaps, lightening, turns.

"No sir, my contract is still long." I'll take it straight.

"It's been a month." the country.

"One year contract, sir. Not a month." I explained again.

"It's stopped now." It's broken.

"Three months." I bargained.

Mr. Abyan looked at me with his eyes narrowed. Have narrowed tighter long-lost Pak your vision.

"You don't mind tomorrow's reception, see a lot of people?" ask Sari's mother.

"Wear the veil, ma'am." I suggested.

"Follow"

"I beg you, sir." cut off Mr. Abyan's words.

He only breathed a rough breath, without answering.

"Where, Abyan?" ask Ms. Sari.

"Yes, ma'am." replied Mr. Abyan.

Thank God, there is a way.

"Mas, the feeling from earlier your call is like a superior with subordinates. Aren't you guys dating?" ask Hanum.

"Yes, call the others. You guys are married too. Very stiff." continued Falisha, by raising her eyebrows.

You both make me emotional. What's wrong with calling that? Have you been waiting for Mr. Abyan's answer to call what?

Looking at Mr. Abyan, watching his ears turn red again. Mr. Abyan is still ABG's son, right? Change the call to a pounding.

"Mas Abyan." call me.

Long time thinking. Honestly it feels to call the boss with the name Mas, it feels strange. It's not polite, even though he's my husband. Have you not gotten used to it yet?

"Yes, Ay." she answered flatly. But managed to make everyone smile.

"Who is that, sir? Uh, Mas." confused me.

"Whoa, Ma'am." replied Falisha.

Oh Ayang, I guess other people call. Like Ayu, Dad, Ayunda. What singles are? That call I didn't call.

The re-establishment of Bu Sari. "Till here was our introduction. Eat yuk, it's time to eat." invite him.

"Oh yeah, yuk." Dameer's father also invited.

"Yuk Ma'am." Falisha.

"Yuk yuk eat." take Hanum as well. "Yuk Mas." saw Mas Darman take him out to eat.

I and the others nodded their heads and answered yes.

Seriate...