The Boss' Wife
Chapter 91 Gombal's

"Who, put on this outfit." Mas Abyan gave me white clothes after a shower.

"Hmmm, why is it the same color, Mom?" seeing Mas Abyan already neatly wearing clothes in the same color as given, with black subordinates.

Want to laugh at me.

"Why, Ay?" it was a wonder Mas Abyan saw me.

"We want to go to a birthday party, or want to register as a civil servant, Mas?"

Abyan smiled as well. "Mas just follow me on the invitation, Ay."

"Where's the invitation?"

"Just now, Mamas grab the tablet first." The road is fast towards the room.

I started wearing clothes.

"Yes, Ay. Look at that." Mas Abyan gave me the tablet.

I read it for a second. "At the hotel, huh, Mas?"

"Yes, Ay."

"I'm wearing clothes first."

"Hmmm, Mamas got a job first, while waiting for you to finish." Abyan walked out of the room.

Mamas-Mamas, busy still want to go to birthday events.

I'll decorate as beautifully as possible. Until all the women there are rivaled. Moreover, I have smelled the smell of actors everywhere.

I started terrible hair, shake a little finished, continued in the usual pigtails. The face, wearing foundation, powder sprinkles, a little color pick on the eyelids, eyeliner, mascara, a little orange liptin on the lips.

Advanced hijab and white interior, sat set, finished. Looking at the glass, I am suitable for an interview with the company to do another job, hehehe... I am glad to see this appearance.

The exit saw Mas Abyan, sitting casually playing his tablet.

"Whose name am I." My smile spread charm.

"You're decorated, Ay?" Mas Abyan put the tablet on the bed, got down and walked up to me.

"Yes, Mas. Is something wrong?" confusedly.

"Remove.." His orders surprised me.

My feeling of decoration is not menor.

"Why is it removed, Mas?"

I have trouble carving my face.

"Mamas don't want to, you'll be seen by other men." honestly make me understand with jealousy, Mas Abyan."

"Mamas is not self-conscious. Every time I walk with Mamas, who is seen, surrounded, kept in photos, and videos everything is just Mamas." I explained that every way with Mas Abyan. "While I don't have a photo of Mamas on my phone." I'm honestly right.

"Yes what, Ay?"

"Mamas pretended not to know, or didn't know?"

"Mamas pretended not to know. Why pay attention to them? If in Mamas' heart there is only you." replied Mas Abyan make me liquid. "Where's your phone, Ay?" her door.

"Make what, Mom?"

"Pick here."

I walked to the table, picked up the phone in the bag. "Nih, Mas." handed me the phone.

Mas Abyan took a start pressing the screen. "Here, Ay." Mas Abyan pulled me to approach him. The phone screen has pictures of us both. Mas Abyan began to position his body to be equal to me. "Smile, Ay."

Oh Mas Abyan took me a selfie. So shame me. My sweet smile is a show.

Czechoslovakia!

Czechoslovakia!

Mas Abyan kissed me on the cheek.

Czechoslovakia!

We both closed our eyes and smiled.

Czechoslovakia!

No finger shaped number 2, we do.

Czechoslovakia!

Mas Abyan saw the results. "Good old man, Ay." handed me another phone, which turned out to be wallpaper by Mas Abyan.

Hmmm, my husband, is really nervous.

"Mamas want a picture of both of us? Let me send it." Mulaiku sent us a picture earlier. Don't let Mas Abyan not have a photo of me on his phone.

"There, Ay." replied Mas Abyan, with the phone that I had sent and rang twang.

"Pair the wallpaper, right?" let it be fair.

Mas Abyan walked towards the bed, picked up a cell phone. Then he came back to approach me. "Ni, Ay." Mas Abyan showed us a picture of the two of us at the wedding reception.

Can I try it especially? Made Mas Abyan more melted, like this.

"Berrantem yuk, Mas?" candaku was anxious to see Mas Abyan.

"Come, Ay." she wanted.

Already if the cat in love fish where nolak.

"I'm just kidding, Mom."

"Mamas ain't kidding."

"But I'm kidding, Mom. It was beautiful, the clothes were neat, the clock was past its time. It's not going to be anymore." I explained.

Mas Abyan smiled. "Just a second!" he went straight to the clothes room.

Mas Abyan came out with a wet tissue.

"Remove your makeup, Ay." take the wet wipes.

"Mamas, can't his wife be a little pretty?" obviously I held my hand, Mas Abyan.

"Well, you're Mamas' wife."

"Yes, I'm a wife, Mamas. Why why?"

"Mamas don't want to share." Abyan wiped my face. What can I do, if my husband is so bad. The more here, the more possessive he becomes.

"That's not to be removed, Mas. Let me guess at the sick again."

"This part."

The cup!

Mas Abyan kissed me.

"No, Ay."

"Mas, the worse I don't wear anything. My friend Mamas, why me? Mamas said last night, that I too would be pretty. But Mamas himself is the one who forbids me to wear makeup." I'm annoyed at Mas Abyan.

Mas Abyan stopped wiping. "Well, in Mamas' eyes, you're the most beautiful woman. So, whatever they talk about your physical ugliness, Mamas doesn't care" she explained, wiping my face gently.

"But, Mas. I care as a wife. Moreover, every way is the same as you, many actors are coming." obviously I also feel jealous.

"But Mamas is not interested."

"Not believe me."

"Seriously, Ay. If Mamas wants to, just choose." pompous.

"Not believe me." That's how all men say it. End-end cheating.

"Why did Mamas pick me?"

"You're the one who married Mamas."

"That's just a joke. Anyway yes, definitely before me, many out there are ngajak Mamas wedded." My thoughts are indeed, Mas Abyan kemambet in a mental hospital. It's like this.

"Just Cherly." honestly.

"Keep if Sister Cherly exists. Then I don't marry Mamas dong? It could be, I'm forever sigle." I remember the stupidity I made.

"Oh..." Mas Abyan held both of my cheeks to look at it. "If you are not married. Mamas will also be sigle status forever." Mas Abyan's face looked sad.

I smiled. "Because in Mamas' heart there's only Sister Cherly." that's what I feel until now.

Mas Abyan nodded. "Before, before you were, maybe you were. There's you, Ay. Mamas' life changed." obviously.

"Changed into what?" just joke, don't be too serious.

"Empress."

"Why be empress, Mas? Masticate men."

"Because you're the king of hearts, Mamas."

Aaaaa.... Want me to scream.

"It could be, Mama gombal. Who is teaching?" I'm the one who smelled a smile.

"You, Ay?"

"When do I teach you Mamas?"

"This now?"

"Nothing is."

"But seriously, Ay. You're the king in Mamas' heart." the more Mas Abyan the dreadful.

"Udah, ah. Let me fly again." took off Mas Abyan's hand. "Let's go."

"Fly, Ay. We're going to the hotel?" mas Abyan said, joking.

"Mas, don't make me faint."

"Why is that, Ay?"

"My heart's over there. Because of Mamas gumbal." I'm honestly right.

Abyan smiled at me.

I don't know who taught Mamas Abyan gini.

"Eh, Mum. You used to love Gombalin, Cherly?" start me kepo.

"Honestly, never."

"Seriously, Mas?" don't believe me.

"Oath by anything." Mas Abyan replied loudly.

If he said that, believe me. It turned out that Mas Abyan, could secretly be a dreadlocks. "Review yes, Mas! Tombal with other women." threatened me jealous, afraid Mas Abyan was taken by the actor.

Hah, I just realized. Loving Mas Abyan is so great.

"Yes baby..." Mas Abyan hugged me.

"Awas aka disbelief! Khitanan twice, Mas." threatened me.

"Don't, Ay." scared of him.

"Awas, aja!" still threatening.

"Mamas promise, no."

"Hmmm!"

Seriate...