The Boss' Wife
Ch - 87 Rain Shower

It was getting night time, the rain had just stopped, the whirling of lightning was still grabbing. At Bu Inem's house I just sat on the ledge by a teplok lamp made of used cans, on top of it in the shape so that the axis burned perfectly.

So remember the times are difficult first, like that if the lights off.

Tok to tok.

There was a clear knocking on the door.

"Who's coming? Ah maybe my son's carrot." said Ms. Inem as she stood near the door.

Chequek!

Looking towards the door, but blocked because of his position I was sitting behind the door.

"Sir Abyan?" ma'am Inem surprised me.

Mamas! "Assalamualaikum ma'am, is Zahra here?" his voice sounded anxious. Directly standing close to Mas Abyan.

"Ay," Mas Abyan immediately hugged. He who is wet may be exposed to rain water.

"You don't call Mamas when you leave." he worriedly let go of a hug, held my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I forgot." I obviously felt guilty. "Why is the shower raining?" I'm worried to see Mas Abyan wet like this.

"Your mamas nyariin, Ay. Afraid of the events of that time repeated." he explained feeling panicked.

"I'm okay, Mom. You know who I'm here from?"

"Pak Paijo, who knows,"

"Keep Mamas what's up here? It's not like riding in a car is hard to get through here."

"Borrow the bike Pak Paijo, Ay. Come on home now before it rains."

"Hmmm yes Mas," saw Ms. Inem. "Mom, thanks for the ride."

Ms. Inem looks scared. "I'm sorry Mr. Abyan, it's my fault I brought Neng Zahra here." he looks anxious.

"It's okay ma'am, the important thing is that my wife is safe" Mas Abyan smiled.

"Alhamdulillah! Oh yes, a moment Neng. I took the medicine, it's ready." The way to the kitchen.

"What medicine, Ay?" Mas Abyan looked curious.

I can only smile, stay at home and tell.

"This is Neng, the cure. Drink it together before playing. Good luck." Ms. Inem gave a plastic bottle, covered in black plastic.

Take on. "Thank you, Mom,"

"Yes Neng, equally." she replied smilingly.

"Come, Ay." take Mas Abyan.

"Yes Mas" saw Bu Inem again. "I'm sorry, ma'am, go home."

"Yes, Neng."

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am." said Mas Abyan and I simultaneously.

"Waalaikumussalam." replied Ms. Inem.

Out of the house walking with Mas Abyan, riding a motorbike. Slowly drove away from Bu Inem's house, in the course of the rain getting heavier, plus the slippery road made our trip more hampered.

"We're like an Indian movie ya Mas, playing rain." I said to Mas Abyan.

"Yes, Ay. It's been a long time since I've had a rain shower."

"When's the last time, Mom?"

"Hmmm, not wrong, five years old."

"It was a long time ago, Mom. If I'm almost home from work rain shower." I remember the struggle of colonial times.

"This day, not again, Ay." he asked.

"Why, Mas?"

"Mamas don't want you to get sick." Hmmmm... My husband's attention.

"God, Mommy."

We finally arrived too, immediately down, Mas Abyan parked the bike behind the house.

Opening the door, my clothes were wet, I had to wipe the floor first. A quick walk puts the medicine on the table, then into the bathroom undressing. Using a kimono towel, mopping the floor before Mas Abyan entered, the moment it slipped down, not tasty, right.

Mas Abyan looked wet, wanted to stop in front of the door, looking at me who was wiping the floor. "Mamas come in a sneak, I want to wipe the floor so that it is not slippery." I ordered.

"Hmmm, yes Ay."

"Slowly." remembered it.

Mas Abyan way to the bathroom, I immediately closed the door, afraid to see people, with a body that only uses a gini towel.

"Done too." drying the floor.

"Ay, here soak the same Mamas in the bathtub." he invited, make this heart start hebo.

"Yes, for a minute." Put the cloth in the sink of the dishwasher.

Slowly go into the bathroom, close the door.

Doubtful about getting into the bathtub. "Come here." he looks forward to me getting into the water.

Well, the heart, why not know the condition anyway, the beat? Slowly entering the bathtub, which had been filled with warm water and abundant soap foam, sat opposite Mas Abyan, opening the wet towel.

Can only nod. "Hmmm, yes Mas promise no longer." I'm enthusiastic to see the waterfall, forgot to bring a bag containing a cellphone.

"Mamas was really resigned, Ay. If you happen anything." obviously.

"Sorry to me."

"Tonight you must be punished." explained Mas Abyan.

"Why is it legal?"

"You've made Mamas a hanger" he explained, sounding funny.

"His punishment?"

Starting hands Mas Abyan pulled me closer.

"Wait For Me!" prevent me from remembering the medicine Ms. Inem gave me.

"Hmmm, why Ay?"

"Take the medicine first."

"What medicine, Ay?"

"The medicine that Bu Inem gave me earlier."

"What are you sick of?"

"No Mas, it's an herbal medicine that Bu Inem concocts to quickly get offspring" I explained.

"Well, are you ready, pregnant? It's not you yourself saying, you want to date first."

Shaking head. "No, I'm satisfied with dating you. You're so busy now, I'm bored at home, so I just want to take care of our children." I thought there was a little angel in our midst.

Abyan was smiling. "Hmmm, let's take a shower, finish taking the medicine." she said.

"Hmmm, yes, yes."

Starting the two of us out of the bathtub, the shame in seeing Mas Abyan and instead I saw the plain body of Mas Abyan, washing our bodies with warm water while warming up. Not long before we both came out of the bathroom wearing kimono towels.

Taking out two cups laid on the table, while Mas Abyan sat down to see me seriously pouring the bitter-looking medicine.

"Where is Mr Aman sleeping?" remember me to the driver.

"Mamas told me to sleep at an inn near here" he explained.

"Feelings behind the house again Deh Mas." had seen also behind this house, when approaching Mothers and Fathers who again spoke.

"Mamas asked to empty." Abyan smiled, understand me.

"Yes Mas. It's in the drink until it runs out." Approaching the cup that contains green water.

"Not bittersweet, Ay?"

"Not sure, I tried it first."

Sit down, start swallowing the water in the cup. Hmmm, sweet. "Sweetie Mas, delicious. Thought bitter, look at the shape of a creepy gini." I was joking.

"Yes what, Ay." Mas Abyan did not believe it, starting to drink the medicinal herb. "Hmmm, yes Ay, delicious. Like honey."

"Yes deh Mas, it seems in the love of real honey. It doesn't taste bad on the tongue."

"It's for yourself, huh, Ay?" Mas Abyan drank slowly tasting a fairly good taste, we both like drinking juice instead, tea is not, let alone coffee.

"Hmmm, yes. I was also helping Ms. Inem to pick up her spices near the waterfall." I explained.

"There's a waterfall, too, Ay, over there?"

"Hmmm behind the house is not too far, nor too close, cried Mas anyway."

"Why didn't Mamas see that?"

"Good night, if we want to go there again tomorrow."

"Well, I can't, Ay. Tomorrow we have to go back to Jakarta." explained Mas Abyan.

"Hmmm fast Mas, only until this morning." I was annoyed.

"Other times, baby. You see, Mamas has a lot of work since Aziz took leave in addition to the competition in the world of film." explained Mas Abyan holding my hand.

"Hmmm, I'll go home, I'll follow."

"Don't that, Ay. Mamas can't focus on work if you're here." pinta Mas Abyan.

I want to do it again, I also have to be Nulis Naska.

"Hmmm yes, if that's your decision. I'm going with you."

"Hmmm, yes, dear."

Mas Abyan stood up, started carrying me, walking towards the room. Put me down slowly. "Sorry Mamas did it yesterday, unknowingly."

Mas Abyan kissed my hand. "What's not aware, Mom?" mas Abyan's feelings still had a chance to speak.

"Hmmm, we can say the size of one hundred percent is for two. Fifty comparisons of fifty. If you don't bite, don't realize, Ay." he explained

Looking at Mas Abyan's shoulder and lips that had dried up his wound. "I'm so sorry" I said feeling guilty.

"Pardon the origin tonight, well served."

"Hmmm..."

Seriate...