The Boss' Wife
Ch - 73 Drugs

Tok to tok.

Still not sleeping, just closing your eyes to hear the sound of knocking on the door.

Chequek!

Mas Abyan just came out of the bathroom.

Tok to tok.

Back the door on the knock, want to stand lazy let Mas Abyan alone.

Chequek!

It looks like Mas Abyan opened the door.

"Hmmm, Oma, why are you here?"

Ah Oma who knocked, my eyes looked slightly towards the door. Mas Abyan wore a towel half waist, starting my heart collapsed.

"Hayo Zahra, get ready." the angel whispered.

"Should you be ready?" jin.

"Eh, the obligation of the wife has not been carried out" explained the angel.

"Ah, that's easy, don't need to prepare everything lebay lu." jin looks trivial.

"Devil, you know what that is about?" angel getting hot.

"Gue jin is not a demon." he argued.

"Just like, different calls." ngeyel angel.

"It's up to you."

"Ra, get ready, while Mamas stands at the same door as Oma. Thing Ra, reward."

"What is so hard about rayu?" jin looks upset.

"Eh, before doing the obligation must be prepared, such as bathing, wearing perfume to be fragrant, dress more attractive, take ablution first pray. Ask the Lord to be given a righteous and holy offspring. It's not like you jin play brush play any blow through."

"Eh, that's delicious."

Dah dizzy to hear the debate of astral beings. Hus hus went there to brush off the creature that stood on my shoulders.

After that, the focus was on Mas Abyan and Oma Farra.

Oma's smile, maybe Mas Abyan's mind was wearing a towel half-waist, again playing lumping horse. "Sorry Oma bullies, just wants to give your favorite ginger tea." giving a cup of medium-sized glass, Mas Abyan took. "Your old man did not drink, usually every night before going to bed Oma always made it, since already married Oma is afraid to disturb you."

Smile Mas Abyan. "It's okay, Oma, just relax."

"Where's zahra?" Oma looks to investigate.

Mas Abyan smiled. "Hmmm, sleep."

Oma was smiling shyly, definitely thinking strangely. "Well if it's good to drink now, the cup wants Oma to take it to the kitchen" he asked.

"Hmmm, now Oma? Usually Abyan takes it there tomorrow."

"Now, sneak." force it.

"Hmmm, yes Oma. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim."

Mas Abyan took a sip of ginger tea made by Oma. I just found out, Mas Abyan likes to drink it before going to bed. He didn't say that I do it every day.

"Alhamdulillah, this is Oma." give the cup to Oma.

"You go on, Oma is going to sleep."

"Hmmm!" Mas Abyan smiled.

Close your eyes again, with your heart still playing.

Mas Abyan turned off the lights, he could be heard walking into the clothes room. Hmmm my eyes are sleepy, closed with dreams.

The time to wake up, why do the bed sway, it seems like Mas Abyan was restless, he used to sleep with ayem, this is why it feels like there is an earthquake?

Opening his eyes, slightly peeking at Mas Abyan, Is Mamas sick again?

Mas Abyan sat down, got off the bed and went into the bathroom.

Hmmm, maybe to the pee belet.

Looking at the clock on the wall, showing the clock half-eleven, if the clock light turns on, great yes no need to bother opening the phone looking at the clock.

Go to sleep again.

Hmmm to wake up again, when you want to go back to find a comfortable pose. Usually if you sleep with Mas Abyan, I fall asleep less.

Taking a glance to the side, where did Mas Abyan go? He doesn't seem to be sleeping next to me. Look at the clock at half twelve. Is it still in the bathroom?

Chequek!

Close your eyes again.

He just came out. "Well, get up and go home." she asked suddenly.

"Yes, wake up." her voice shook.

Pretending to open your eyes like someone waking up.

"Why go home now, Mom?" sit slowly.

"Let's not ask too many questions? Do you want to stay here?" mas Abyan's hair looked wet, the water was still flowing down his neck.

Mamas why the hell, ngajak home these nights?

Mas Abyan pressed the phone. "Sir, get the car ready now. I want to go home with business." Turn off the phone, while I wear a hijab, put the phone in the bag. Take a paper bag containing dirty and clean clothes.

"Come, Ay. Hurry." His breathing sounded up and down, so fast.

"Ah yes, Mas. That's."

Chequek!

Mas Abyan exited so quickly, I followed behind a little run.

Chequek!

Opening the exit of the house, Mas Abyan got into the car I followed sitting next to him.

"Mas, didn't we tell the others?"

Mas Abyan was silent, his face was red, his clothes were wet, his breathing was irregular.

"Sir, tell the others I go home" Mas Abyan told Mr. Scurity.

"Yes, sir" he replied kindly.

The fence was opened, Mas Abyan directly pressed the gas pedal. He used to bring this slow car to beat international racers.

"Slowly, take the car." holding the car dashboard, afraid Mas Abyan stopped suddenly I could-can bump.

Abyan kept silent without answering. "Does it hurt?"

"Don't ask too many questions, Ay. Mamas again focused." said Mas Abyan sounding holding something back.

"Ah yes, Mas."

O Allah may we be safe until the destination, fortunately this road began to be quiet because it was already night.

The car arrived in front of the fence.

Tin...

Mas Abyan asked Mr. Amin to open the fence.

Tin tin tin tin.

"Patience, Mas." saw Mas Abyan was impatient.

The turnstile was opened by Mr. Amin who looked still sleepy.

Mas Abyan immediately brought the car in, after arriving as soon as possible out of the car.

Following from behind, Mas Abyan stopped for a moment to hold the door, wet clothes either by sweat or bathing earlier, his face reddened and breathing irregularly.

"Mamas, sick?" holding onto Mas Abyan's forehead.

My hands are on Mas Abyan's tepis. "Don't touch Mamas one bit." he ordered. "Open the door."

"Hmmm, yes Mas." Pressing the letter key opened the door.

Mas Abyan walked into the house, he looked a little jumping up and down, running on the spot, he was pushing up.

Seeing Mas Abyan, it's weird. What trance mamas? Ah if it is serious, I call Mr Amin only once huh?

"Mamas is still possessed?" ask me directly, Eh when people get possessed in asking anyway?

"Well, what techniques can remove heat in the body?" the question makes me confused.

"Hmmm, turn on the AC." My solution.

"Udah."

"Open clothes."

"Udah was."

"Hmmm soaking in cold water."

"Udah"

"Hmmm," what do I think?

"Eh wait! Mama's sick again?"

"Ah, you better get into the rooms all in the lock." Mas Abyan walked towards the room.

"Mamas why the hell?" my strange cry saw Mas Abyan.

"Mamas seems to be given a stimulant, you better get into the room."

Dup!

Closing the door is so strong.

What, stimulant drugs? Not from the drink that Oma gave you earlier.

But why did Mas Abyan not say me, even in detention? Instead of danger, it can damage the nerves and can even be broken if the dose given is too high.

Huuf!

Better get ready, help Mas Abyan, bismilbornrahmanirrahim. The entrance into the room put a small bag into the bathroom.

Seriate...