The Boss' Wife
Ch - 80 Fair

"We go home first, son. It's night too?" said Ibu Sari.

"Thank you Mom and everyone else for the show for our home" Mas Abyan said with a smile.

"Thank you, sorry we just moved not yet able to give thanks" said I shake hands with all the families who followed Mas Abyan.

"Yes Abyan and Zahra" Bi Rosida and others replied.

"Nothing, we've prepared before you. Lagian Abyan is also busy." continued Oma.

"Tante Zahra, can Ike stay here another time?" ask Ike.

"May." replied Mas Abyan.

"Alhamdulillah, me too?" Falisha.

"Aziz wants to stay?" ask Mas Abyan.

"Follow." replied Mr. Aziz directly.

All who heard held back laughter.

Hmmm, Mr. Aziz turned into that, thank God.

"If Mas Abyan relaxes if I stay at Mom's house, he stays at home." I said.

"Who said, Ay?" Mas Abyan immediately voiced a sign he did not like it.

"Me, just now." I said casually.

"Ah, yesterday I told Abyan himself to go home, Mamas live demo with Dad" said Dameer's father insinuated Mas Abyan.

"Dad, don't remember anymore." Mas Abyan sounded annoyed.

"Mind me." said Dameer's father.

"Home home is not discussed." Oma Farra mediated herself directly walking out of the house.

They all followed by smiling.

After they boarded the car. "Dada.." said all by waving as the car drove.

Waving my hands at them with a smile.

"Finished also the show." moving my head to the right and to the left felt the nerves in my neck were too tense.

"Why, Ay?" ask Mas Abyan.

Walk into the house. "Hmmm, it's okay. Thank God everything went well."

Abyan closed the door.

"Hmm."

Walk to the main room, straight to the clothes room.

Yesterday the room was not as big as the main room where the clothes and bed were one.

If in the main room clothes and other necessities in a special location in another room. It looks more neat and spacious.

Taking negligence clothes short-sleeved knee limit, I have enough to wear official clothes that end up in ripped Mas Abyan, unfortunately the price of clothes that are notoriously expensive to throw out, like throwing money away for free. Next time, when Mas Abyan can control himself, it could be yesterday it was the influence of drugs, so khilaf only want sat set sat set.

Finish wearing clothes, walk to the bathroom wash your face, brush your teeth. Finished out of the bathroom, looking at Mas Abyan as usual before going to bed his focus was on the laptop screen.

Riding on the bed, sitting next to Mas Abyan. "Mamas don't want to change clothes yet?"

"Yet, Ay. Soon Mamas will want to design this job for a while." replied Mas Abyan whose eyes focus on the laptop screen.

"A lot of work, my work?" looking at the laptop screen that was above Mas Abyan's feet.

"Hmmm, appreciable. The company will soon set up a new project for a branch in Bogor. In addition there will be competition to increase the company in the world of film."

"The company is told why Mas, to increase?" puraku knows nothing.

"Hmmm," Mas Abyan saw me. "To make a movie, Ay. Who succeeds in making a film promoted by the company and produces more audiences, will get a greater chance. For example, many are interested in cooperation." explained Mas Abyan so that I understand.

"I can be the author, Mommy?" candaku.

Mas Abyan looked at the laptop screen again.

"By Ay, but you have to take the selection first, your documents are screened whether it is feasible or not, you continue to interview first to the company, provide job application letters and other processes."

"Why is that? I ‘kan Mamas' wife, just go in." I said.

Mas Abyan took a rough breath looking at me again. "Well, can't that be?"

"Why?"

"In the world our work must be fair, Ay. Don't rely on the people in it. Try first, so that what is produced feels good." Mas Abyan began to preach.

"But Bi Rosida asked yesterday, Mamas wanted to help her." I remembered the incident.

"Actually Mamas was also confused at that time, willing to tell the way. Since you take such action, Mamas feels no need to think about it." explained Mas Abyan.

"Hmmm, that. So Mamas was saved by me."

"Hmmm, you can say that."

Very fair my husband, not indiscriminate, want black or white. Naturally he can survive in leading a large company.

"You go to sleep, it's night. Mamas wants to do this first." Mas Abyan ordered.

"Hmmm, Mamas don't stay up, remember old age." I said.

"Yet, Ay. Still strong." buy it.

"What's strong?" joking around Mas Abyan.

Mas Abyan saw me. "You need proof." challenged Mas Abyan.

"Example?"

"Seriously, Ay."

"I'm serious about it." That's right.

Mas Abyan placed the laptop on a small table nearby.

"Say you want to do a job, Mas?"

"You want proof." Mas Abyan replied at first.

Just got the point. "Ngapain, close like this?" heart's crazy.

"Says need proof, Mamas is still strong or not."

Well, why is it like this? "Mas, mamas's work is not finished." reminded.

"Seriously, Ay."

"I'm also serious Mas, I already believe Mamas is very strong, so that I don't sleep all night." I said the truth.

Abyan was smiling. "From just saying that, want to be won first honest." back to sit, take the laptop put on his lap.

Huuf!

Take a long breath. "Mamas-Mamas, keep losing if I fight you" I said slowly as I pulled the blanket, then slept on Mas Abyan's back.

The cup!

Mas Abyan kissed me on the cheek. "Good sleep dear." she said softly in my ears.

Shoo me, or what? Can make the heart of the robanahan continue.

I'm so tired, it's up to Mas Abyan to whatever while sleeping. "Hmmm, yes. Good night." It didn't take long to fall asleep with the dream.

***

"Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar." early morning chastisement.

I woke up hearing the sound of Azan. As usual Mas Abyan hugged from behind.

Trying to take off Mas Abyan's embrace. "Hmmm, hold on, Ay." he hugged.

"Mas, pray." ask me.

"Hmm." Mas Abyan only realized when he heard the sound of azan from my phone. "Astaghfirullahal'azim." released a slow hug Mas Abyan sat down, occasionally closed his eyes, still sleepy.

"Mamas stayed up last night?" slowly sit down.

"Hmmm, one o'clock Ay, just went to bed." I admit.

"That night, Mas. Yes, I have finished sleeping again."

"Hmm." Mas Abyan rubbed his face.

"Oh yes, Mamas to the office today?" I want to make breakfast.

"Yes, Ay. Aziz ‘kan holiday, although he helped from home, but in the office there must be people." explained Mas Abyan while getting off the bed.

"That's it, Mom."

"Hmmm." replied Mas Abyan way into the bathroom.

Seriate...