The Boss' Wife
Ch - 83 Jaran Goyang

"Hmmm.." looking for the most comfortable position, the left hand looks for what can be embraced.

Ah can, hold Mika's belly or Falisha close the body tendering.

Feeling something different, why his waist was a little heavy. Start putting your hands in his clothes, make sure of something, why is this a muscular stomach? Up to the chest, why are there no fruits here? stop for a second, don't-don't-don't

Open your eyes slowly. "Aaaaaa.." I shouted away. "Mamas.." I cried when I saw Mas Abyan sleeping casually propping up his head with his left hand, smilingly looking at me.

"Udah fumbling?" ask Mas Abyan.

"Why are you here?" looking at the contents of the room, just like last night, the proof is that there are traces of our food.

"Conscious wife sleeps, whose hands are everywhere. You miss Mamas, Ay?"

"What the hell, Mas!" seeing Mas Abyan embarrassed in gini insinuation. "Falisha and Mika where is Mas?" discuss to another.

"Againly decorated in another room, finished the morning prayer" explained Mas Abyan casually.

"Why not wake me up?"

"Say you didn't wake up?"

When I don't wake up, it's impossible.

"What time is it?"

Mas Abyan took out his phone in his pants pocket. "Half six, Ay."

"Astaghfirullah's. I haven't prayed Mas dawn." quickly get off the bed running around into the bathroom taking ablution.

Finish directly out the bathroom, take the prayer tool, start performing dawn prayers.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," looked to the left. "assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Thank God." stood up to see Mas Abyan sitting on the bed playing a mobile phone. "Well, aren't you ready?" release the mucena and fold it.

"Not Ay, Mamas is waiting for you." Mas Abyan replied still focused on the phone screen.

"Why wait for me Mas, how late?" put the prayer equipment in the closet.

"Any relax, Ay. anyways still queue up in the ornaments." Mas Abyan replied putting the phone on the bed.

"Oh, have you had a bath?"

"Wait for you, Ay."

"Mas not I want to refuse, it's better Mamas first shower, ater if we take a bath together in fear of not being able to attend the show Falisha and Mika." I put a solution and a code of ethics in it.

Abyan was smiling. "It's not long." she said.

"No! I'd better go first." I'll walk right into the bathroom. Before actually not attending the reception of Mika and Falisha who once in a lifetime, if Mas Abyan can when is still a lot of time.

***

We were all already standing behind Falisha who was holding on with Mr. Aziz, in front of once Mika and Doctor Idris.

Using dark brown kebaya clothes enliven the atmosphere of the event.

The door in the open music began to be heard titled bridal fence from the south Sumatra area.

Slowly we all walked into the main building where it used to hold a reception here. My memory was still clearly imagined as Mas Abyan prepared our reception here. Holding Mas Abyan's hand slightly trembled, as a result of the spotlight the cameraman was busy taking pictures of us walking in.

"Don't be nervous Ay, who is their reception, we're done." whispered Mas Abyan in my ear, probably taunya with my trembling hands.

Looking at Mas Abyan with a smile, his embarrassment was caught nervous.

Mika and Pak Aziz took the stage on the left, while Mika and Doctor Idris on the stage on the right.

Mas Abyan, Oma Farra, Hanum, Mas Darman, Amel and Tama, we were sitting in round-tables chairs on white sheets. The family sat in the chair next to us.

Seeing that my two best friends had been sitting on the lap, making me want to shed tears, we finally gave up the single age that was not easy anymore.

"Well, why cry?" Mas Abyan looked worried.

"I was moved to see Mika and Falisha sitting there." I pointed two collateral in front of us.

"Oh, wipe the tears first." Mas Abyan gave me a tissue.

Take on. "Yes, thank you."

"Yield..." Amel and Tama hugged me who was sitting near Oma Farra.

"Hmmm yes." wiped the tears with a tissue.

"Aunty don't cry, the grandpa will wake up." Amel and Tama caressed my stomach.

Looking at Mas Abyan, Oma Farra, Mas Darman, and Hanum who were smiling looking at me.

I was also three days pregnant. "Hmmm, yes." I said yes, who knows tadpoles are already breeding in there.

"Hmmm, can't wait. Want to show off my friends at school." said Amel happily stroking my stomach.

Seeing Mas Abyan asking for help.

"Sit's sitting on Dad's lap." Mas Abyan knows my code.

"Dad..." Amel and Tama immediately approached Mas Abyan and sat on his lap.

Just being able to smile at Mas Abyan who really liked Tama and Amel.

If I am really pregnant, how would Mas Abyan react?

"Hello all.." The voice that I know, immediately saw who came.

Ishana turns out to have been holding onto Mas Abyan's shoulder hugging from behind. "Mamas I miss."

Mas Abyan saw me.

"Ishana take care of your behavior" said Oma reprimanded, seeing Oma who is now different, yesterday came to heat up, know I'm the idol all that is gone.

"Regardless of Ishana." orders Mas Abyan.

"Yes, not ashamed of what?" amel's words surprised me, the little boy could say that.

Tama also took off Ishana's hand which was coiled around Mas Abyan's neck.

It was very hot to see Ishana's behavior.

"You guys why the hell? I ‘kan kangen." Ishana hugged Mas Abyan's neck.

"Ishana is free, before Mamas is angry." Mas Abyan orders back firmly against Ishana.

Looking the other way ajalah, want to be angry daunted in the spotlight of my viral camera, although inwardly eager to jump the snake rattlesnake fight, annoyed me.

"Ih Mamas" he said spoiled.

"Ishana better you go find another seat, before I get angry too." cast out Hanum looks emotional.

Ishana's rough breathing sounded. "Mom..." Ishana approaches Oma Farra, perhaps asking for help.

"Your shana is now a famous artist, don't make your name ugly in front of your fans, sit down the show to start, don't also lure Oma angry." oma said as Ishana hugged Oma Farra's neck.

"Hmm." Ishana let go of her embrace, straight back, out of nowhere to see her face annoyed.

Salaman and cut cake sessions have been carried out, the arrival of the WO gave mix to Mika and Falisha, the music began with a song called jaran shake.

Surprised, hearing music that was quite hebo was electrifying the contents of the room.

The guests one by one stood up, swaying.

"Eeeee, ah." said Falisha.

"Heeee, ah." continued Mika.

Why is my friend like this?

Mika and Falisha swayed up there following Mr. Aziz and Doctor Idris as well as the family sitting with them, including Dameer's father and Ms. Sari.

"What is my fault and sin, dear? My holy love you waste, look at the style that I ‘kan give jaran shake, jaran shake. Honey, don't be a citron serem, our relationship was cool, but now it's wry, it's like asem, a myopic pitcher, a pitcher of a mesem." said Falisha.

"A very powerful, tested, reliable, without the advice of a Doctor, without having to muter-muter, enough siji solution, go to Mbah Dukun just immediately, "Mbah, I broke up!" said Mika.

"If it doesn't work, use the second style of mesem name, jaran rocking his soul mate" said Falisha

"Cen rada ndagel syarate, important perform wae, ndang tried, mesthi proven results kasiate gejrot" said Mika.

Falisha looked at Mr. Aziz who was standing next to her. "Dam, du-di-dam, I love you, I can't stop loving you oh, darling, jaran rocking waiting for you."

Mika saw Doctor Idris who was beside her. "What is my fault and sin, dear? My love you're wasting see the style that I'm ‘kan give jaran shake, jaran shake. Honey, don't you be the one who serem our relationship back adem but now wry, like asem pitcher mesem, pitcher mesem."

All the invited guests, the extended family, Oma Farra, Hanum, Mas Darman stood together swaying.

"Mamas didn't come?" I whispered in Mas Abyan's ear.

"Come, Ay." Mas Abyan stood up, his beginnings swaying slowly.

Hmmm, Mamas can also shake it.

"Come, Ay. Why Shame, yesterday rocked in a mediocre room." said Mas Abyan saw me once swaying in the apartment yesterday using a handset in the ear.

"When it's okay at home, Mom. Here shame me." let alone you Mas, if there is none, I've climbed into the mopaminan join crazy congregation.

Seriate...