The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 061

"Aslan, what's wrong with you? Papa just asked if you've notified Disha today?"

Aslan took a deep breath and looked at the father with a relieved look. "Luckily, Papa reminded Aslan."

"uh? Oh, my gosh. So, you haven't informed your wife today?"

"I forgot, Pa. But, I'll bring her the title."

"Start cravings huh?"

Aslan returned to his car. "That's, Pa. I guess, he's been cravings since early pregnancy. It just appears now. Hehe."

"Watch your wife's cravings, son. It was also one of those unique moments."

Aslan nodded and smiled. "Ready, Papa!"

Aslan stared at Bima briefly, then monologued inwardly. 'Actually, I say goodbye to Disha if today is overtime. But, that's just an excuse for me to be able to solve one problem.'

***

Disha glanced at the clock on her phone. "Kok tumben mas Aslan did not give news? Hm."

"Mrs, Mr. Aslan just called."

Disha put down the reading book and scrunched her forehead. "Where's Aslan's phone going, Bi?"

"To call home, Madam. Mr. Aslan said, it will be bought by Madam."

"Alright, Bi. Thank you." Thank you."

"Together, Madam."

Bi Yati went back into the house. While Disha was second-guessing, why didn't the husband call her directly? Out of curiosity, Disha sent a message to Aslan.

Disha : Mas, why don't you tell me all day? Not a wife's phone, but a house phone. The huft!

After sending a message, Disha called two bodyguards to ask for help. "Sir, I've finished relaxing in the garden. Please bring in the juice glasses and cookies jars!"

The two bodyguards nodded immediately. Then Disha went into the house.

(Five o'clock in the afternoon, at Aslan's residence)

The sound of knocking on the door distracted Disha who was watching a television show. He sat down, not interested in opening the door.

"Asslamu'alaikum, dear."

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Disha replied, without looking at her husband's face.

"What the hell, Mas? I'm not a kid!"

"Shhh! There's something for you, Dek. Let's stand up first!"

Disha snorted annoyedly, but still obeyed Aslan's words. Then, Aslan removed her hand from Disha's eyes, as she reached the window.

"Look over there, honey!" tell Aslan, pointing towards the back garden. "I brought a special, for my pregnant mother who was cravings. How, hmm?" Aslan raised his eyebrows while smiling mischievously.

Disha's pouting face, smiled shyly after seeing the shock from Aslan. "M-Mas, isn't this wrong? Did Aslan bring me the seller and the cart? Oh my goodness, thank you Aslan!" Disha is very excited.

Afterwards, Disha hugged her husband tightly. "Mas, I'm sorry? Sorry for putting on a smirky face."

"It's okay, honey. I understand the mood like a roller coaster. Hehe." Aslan kissed Disha's head many times.

"Come, we're going down now!"

"Come on!"

Aslan led Disha. He was so afraid that anything would happen to his wife.

"Slow baby, down."

"I'm so careful, Mom."

Arriving at the back garden, Disha grew excited.

"Mother! Mas Hamzah! Riyani MBA! Sheep!" Disha walked quickly to his family.

It suddenly makes Aslan run fast and hold Disha's steps. "Darling! I told you, the road is slow." Aslan loosened his grip from Disha's arm.

"Pardon me, Mas" said Disha with a regretful look.

"Here, let's just hug the way!"

"Gee!" Disha pinched Aslan's arm.

"Aw! It hurts, honey."

"What pain? That's just the nyubit plan, too." Disha then stuck his tongue out at Aslan.

Maryam and her two daughters-in-law laughed at Disha's behavior towards Aslan. Disha then greeted one by one his family.

"Mom? Have you guys been crying? Why are your eyes soaked?