The Boss' Wife
Ch - 88 Open Start

"Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar." the voice of the azaan was heard clearly near the house.

Slowly open the eyes that are still sleepy, fortunately not bad luck anymore, Mas Abyan ngajak no half-hearted play, rest a while in the ban.

"Mamas, wake. Pray first yuk." said I who was still in Mas Abyan's arms, with a face attached to the chest of his field.

"Hmmm..." Mas Abyan moved, his arrival stopped, seemingly still in a dream.

"Wake up, take a yuk bath, pray at dawn. Let's sleep again, if still sleepy." invite me to see Mas Abyan's face slightly upwards.

"Hmmm!" replied Mas Abyan, without moving a single bit.

"Don't be hmmm, let's get up." my hands rubbed his back, slowly waking Mas Abyan up.

"Hmmm, yes, dear." Mas Abyan released his embrace, slowly sitting down. Rubbed his face, saw me. "It hurts, Ay?" worried like yesterday.

"Just a little gout." I said.

Abyan was smiling. "Entar Mamas pijitin."

Slowly sit. "Mas pijitin, at the end of the fight again." I explained, as it is.

"All right, Ay." smile.

"Udah ah, I'm just kidding don't go fishing anymore, now take a shower of prayer."

"You want a sling?" bargained for.

"No, I can walk on my own. I'm going to take a shower." Take a kimono towel on the floor, put it down from the bed.

"Ay, come along." quickly catch up to the bathroom.

Mamas-Mamas, there's-there's.

Mas Abyan kissed my shoulder again, when it was all open. "Well, once again, it's just been a bath." His hands were everywhere.

"Once, yes, want to continue the dawn prayer." remember I do not delay the prayer time.

"Hmmm, yes Ay."

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"Mas, do you remember, who are the employees who work in the fields here?" ask me when folding mukena and prayer mats.

"Hmmm, yes you know, Ay. Why?" mas Abyan asked as he folded the sheath cloth.

"Yesterday I told many of their same stories, sad Mas, seeing Boby son of Tukiyem and Pak Paijo, not school because of the impeded cost. In addition, Inem's mother yesterday leaked her house, less worthy of Mas to be occupied, she also became the head of the family when her husband died." explained while putting mukena on the table, Mas Abyan also put down the cloth.

Mas Abyan way out of the room, I follow. "Hmmm... So you mean, you want to help them?" asked Mas Abyan to put up an apron wanting him to make breakfast.

"Yes, would you like to?" I said opening the refrigerator to bring out cooking ingredients.

"Well, what do you want to cook? Mamakan who wants to cook." Abyan was confused.

"What do you want to cook?" just consciously put out a lot of cooking ingredients, too focused on the same discussion.

Mas Abyan smiled. "Simple cook dear." Mas Abyan put the ingredients back in the refrigerator.

"What Mas?" for some reason called love Mas Abyan this heart is made to continue.

"Sandwich cooking, Ay. Good for the pregnancy program." Mas Abyan's smile, giving the code, may see me want to have children soon, so gini.

"I leave it to professor Dr. Abyan Angkasa. I don't know."

Mas Abyan smiled, as he picked up the beef, putting it inside the container.

"Your mother hasn't answered my question yet."

"Hmmm, what's the officer's problem?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Hmmm, mamas told Aziz to petrify them."

"Are you serious?" my happiness is that Abyan agrees.

"Yes dear."

Hugged Mas Abyan from behind. "Thank you dear."

"Ay, not here. Mamas wants to cook." she asked.

"Can't you?"

"Mamas are khilaf, it's not our breakfast" he explained.

Can only smile releasing a hug.

"Mamas won't go to sleep again, if tired, let me just make breakfast, and if I'm done waking up."

"Who's tired?"

"Together means."

"Not going to sleep anymore, ay, Ay."

"Continue?"

Abyan came into my ear. "Make Abyan his junior." he whispered.

"Hmmm Miss Lala why, Ay?" tanyanya back grilling meat.

"Say if you want to get pregnant quickly, you can not be too often." I remember the words of Bu Lala when I was in the law of Oma, before cooking meat.

"Oh that one."

"Remember, Mas?"

"Hmmm, yes Mamas remember."

"That's a lesson, Mom."

Abyan was smiling. "Yes, Ay. Oh yes, Ay. Sorry yes before Mamas want permission, arriving in Jakarta, maybe Mamas will be busy. Sorry Mamas is not too focused on you, Mamas wants the honeymoon is done, take a leave."

"Hmmm yes."

"You take care of yourself, if there is anything to keep Mamas connected, then Mamas asks Falisha to sleep at home, or you sleep in Oma's place." explained Mas Abyan to give a solution, he said, so that he does not think.

"Hmmm, yes. You take care of your health too, if tired of rest. We're not robots that have to work for twenty hours." I'm afraid Mas Abyan is sick again.

"Hmmm yes, Ay."

Seeing Mas Abyan cook so well.

"Mamas can cook from when?" keku.

Abyan was smiling. "Honest or lying?" the tanya makes me feel that way.

"Honestly, Mas?"

"To be honest before you get married, Ay." Mas Abyan's answer made me curious.

"I mean Mamas?" the more I want to know.

"Hmmm, in order to become a dream husband." Mas Abyan replied with a smile.

Mamas can make me want to fly.

"Lied times, Mamas's answer." Maybe so.

"Hahaha.." his satisfied laughter.

"Sound mom?"

"Healthy baby, if not, why do we play until dawn." Mas Abyan answers to me hot, again serious gini. No Falisha no Mas Abyan really likes to date perverted, annoyed me so.

"Seriously Mas?"

"Serious eyes,"

"An honest answer, don't lie."

"Yes-iya Mamas honest. Mamas can cook since Cherly's teaching."

The deg!

My heart is getting hotter.

"Don't be jealous, Ay." sensed Mas Abyan might see me suddenly silent.

"No, my!" lied me. "Emang Mamas is often like that huh, cook the same matan Mamas?"

"Hmmm," Mas Abyan nodded his head. "It can be said every week, he went to the apartment." Mas Abyan replied casually.

Don't tell Mas Abyan about Ms. Cherly.

"Don't be perverted, Ay." Mas Abyan again guessed my thoughts, do not say Mas Abyan has a 6th sense, can know what I think.

"Tau say, if female and male"

"There's Aziz da"

"Hmmm and who is Mas?" I wonder who else.

"And Haikal, Mamas' friend." she replied smilingly.

"Have I met him before?"

"Hmmm, no. He's been in America, ever since Cherly died, because Haikal manager Cherly used to be."

"What does Brother Cherly do, Mom?" I'm not jealous, why be curious about Mas Abyan's ex.

Mas Abyan smiled. "Cherly bollywood artist who again rose in that time in America, when Mamas graduated we almost lost contact, because of our respective busyness. Returning to Indonesia when Mamas wanted to get serious with her." Mas Abyan started to open up.

"Mamas has known him since when?"

"Since junior high school, he often pursued Mamas to date him, although many pursued Mamas at that time. But Cherly is an unyielding person, which is why Mamas promised after success that he would marry her without dating." Mas Abyan looked at me. "Don't be jealous, Ay."

"Look easy, I want to know how Mamas past? Don't let me know my life is like this." I'm obviously right.

"Hmmm so the point is, just you're Mamas' girlfriend and wife."

The cup!

He kissed my forehead.

Mamas can, make a hot heart so cold.

Seriate...