Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 393
Abash resumed his work. Like what he said to Sifa earlier, if he will work while hearing the news of the business that is currently broadcast on television.
"Mas, you're not showering and getting ready to go to work?" sifa asked her husband.
Sifa had just finished preparing breakfast for them to eat in this beautiful morning.
"I'm gonna be late for the office, baby. I have to finish this job first" replied Abash who was serious about his work.
Yes, Abash should no longer need to go to the office. The man had already told the assistant that he would be on vacation for three days and did not want to be disturbed in the name of work, if the job was not too urgent.
"Oh, yes already then, I took a shower first yes, Mas," said Sifa and walked past the husband.
Abash only murmured in response, as the man was really focusing right now on his work.
Sifa cleaned herself, then dressed as usual. When he came out of the room, he saw Abash who was still sitting there and did not take his gaze away from the work in his hands.
"Mas, breakfast yuk," asked Sifa, when the woman was out of the room, approached the husband and sat down beside him. He would wait and force if Abash did not move from his seat.
Abash turned his head, smiling to see the face of the wife who was now fresh. "Okay, baby." Abash stopped his work, keeping it neatly on the table.
Sifa smiled happily and stood up, leaving Abas who then walked following the wife who had walked in front of him towards the dining table.
The aroma of cooking on the dining table smelled on Abash's nose, the smell was tempting and made his stomach now squirm asking to be filled.
"Waah, anchovy fried rice," exclaimed Abash who suddenly felt that his stomach felt very hungry. When he was working, he was not hungry.
Sifa smiled happily, picked up the plate and rice while Abash pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Huum, let's eat," asked Sifa.
Sifa sat next to Abash. Because he did not eat rice, so this morning Sifa will fill his stomach with bread that he has given chocolate jam.
Sifa took a large spoonful of fried rice onto the plate and gave it to Abash.
“Thank you, Darling.”
“Iya. Eat until finished yes.”
Abash began taking the first feed and enjoying the meal. Delicacy tempted his tongue, and he slowly chewed on his food as if he did not want to quickly finish his breakfast.
"You don't want to taste my fried rice, honey?" goda Abash held out a spoonful of fried rice in front of Sifa's mouth.
"Mas!" reprimanded Sifa with her sharp eyes, which made Abash laugh out loud. The woman's lips pouted comically in Abash's eyes.
"Yes .. yes. Sorry, huh?" abash said as he pulled his chin and kissed Sifa's cheek gently.
Sifa's lips were still pursed, glancing bitterly at her husband.
"Oh yeah, I'm surprised. Uh, actually more precisely it was curious anyway," said Abash who made Sifa look at him.
"Hem? Wonder why, Mom?" sifa asked, but her hands and eyes did not switch from the jam she added to her bread.
"This loh, you don't like fried rice, but the taste of your fried rice is always right, huh? The salt is the same as my tongue."
"Oh yeah?" Only then did Sifa avert her gaze and smile happily.
"And you don't cook it with a taste?"
"That's because I made it lovingly, Mas. So, all the salt I mixed into the rice, it was all right. And if it is less, my love covers it," said Sifa with her sword which made Abash smile widely.
Abash shook his head. "Well, it turns out that my wife is smart to speak words, huh?" goda Abash pinched Sifa's nose with anxiety. Now the nose is turning a little red.
"Dieh, Mas .." - Shimmered Sifa with a blushing face, a shy smile extended across her lips.
"Mas, you know? I love you so much, Mas" said Sifa suddenly, causing Abash to stop her chewing.
The food in his mouth was still rough, but he swallowed it to answer the words of his wife. "I love you too, baby. Love you so much."
Sifa glanced at her husband timidly, then said in a soft tone. "If you love me, Mas, I ask you, never hesitate to touch me, Mas," said Sifa who made Abash speechless with a rapidly beating heart. It felt like the sound of a heartbeat was heard in his ears.
Abash is thinking something. "Are you disappointed in me, baby? Because I haven't touched you and made you my wife?" ask Abash. His hands kept spoons and forks until there was a clinking sound on the plate.
Sifa immediately shook her head quickly.
"No, Mom, it's not. I just want you to know, if I don't mind feeling the pain, because the pain brought me to be your whole wife, Mas," said Sifa and made Abash very moved and also felt guilty. He simply did not want to make his wife in pain or distress because of it.
Abash approaching.
"I promise, I will try to touch you without pain, dear," whispered Abash and fused their eyebrows together.
Sifa was pleased with Abash's words, although she was not sure if she would not feel pain if they did it for the first time. However, Sifa believed that her husband would do it gently without making her tormented.
"I believe in you, Mom," Sifa replied.
Abash stared into the depths of Sifa's eyes. Smiling and stroking his wife's cheeks softly.
"So, are we gonna do it now?" abash asked which made Sifa surprised and immediately gave some distance between the two of them. The husband's words successfully made her feel awkward. It is morning and ....
"I have to work, Mom. I'm sorry, "sorry Sifa. His face turned sad. When her husband wants her now, he can't give it to her.
"Hmm, no problem." Abash smiled, rubbing his wife's head gently and affectionately. He only joked to want to hear the seriousness of his wife.
As Abash was about to speak, Sifa had already opened her mouth. "Emm, what if it's tonight?" sifa's proposal with a blushing face with a downcast look. She did not dare to look at the husband's face in shame.
"Later tonight?" repeat Abash who was embraced by Sifa quietly and still lowered his gaze.
Abash smiled happily. "Good idea. Prepare yourself to be my full wife, dear," Abash said and approached to kiss Sifa's lips.
"You too, Mommy."
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Sifa had just arrived at the office and was about to land her butt in the chair. However, all of a sudden his assistant Farhan called out to him. Sifa was forced to stand up again and follow the assistant boss.
“Iya, Sir? Father call me?” Sifa asked after arriving in front of Farhan.
"Sifa, sit down" said Farhan to the woman in front of him.
"Good, sir." Sifa landed her buttocks on the chair opposite Farhan.
Farhan turned his gaze away from the paper in hand and looked at Sifa.
"Look, Sifa. I have a job for you. But not here, but in Bali," said Farhan who made Sifa frown.
"I mean Mr Farhan, should I go to Bali?" ask Sifa to make sure.
Farhan nodded. "Yes, you have to go to Bali to meet with our important clients. How, are you ready?" ask Farhan.
"But, Pak—“
"It's a very important job, Sifa. I entrust this work with you, because I believe only you can handle this project" Farhan said with great hope.
"Emm, tap-but, Pak—“
Again Sifa's words were cut by the man. "Do you mind the task I gave you, Sifa?” tanya Farhan stared intently at his subordinates.
"It's not so, sir. But—“ Sifa took a breath and slammed into it slowly. "Alright, I accept it, sir. But when should I go?" tanya Sifa confirmed her departure schedule.
"Today," said Farhan who made Sifa round her eyes.
"Today?" sifa asked in surprise.
"Yes, today." Farhan also glanced at the expensive clock gift from the gift of the wife that was coiled on his sturdy wrist. "After two hours you'll be leaving. So you can get ready. Later the office driver will take you home and go to the airport," Farhan said.
"Today, sir? Two more hours?" sifa Lirih with lethargy. His head suddenly dizzy, his body limp. There's something he has to do tonight.
How not to be lethargic, while he had promised Abash to prepare and spend time together tonight. If this is the case, what should Sifa do? He could not refuse because his work was also his responsibility.
"If you have any doubts, you can ask permission with Abash first, Sifa. But, if you refuse my offer, I feel very disappointed with the professionalism you have been up to all this time," said Farhan who made Sifa more upset.
"Good, Sir. Then excuse me. I must ask my husband's permission first" said Sifa, who was welcomed by Farhan.
Sifa's footsteps were limp, her gaze felt empty.
‘What should I do?’ confused mind. It felt like he couldn't choose either of the two because they were so important to him.
Sifa returned to her room, and the woman took her cell phone and walked to the terrace on the floor of the building.
Staring at the blue sky with a hint of gray cloud up there, Sifa began to contact her husband.
There were several continuous tones, until finally the voice of baritone Abash gave his greetings.
"Master, Mas."
"What's up, baby?" ask Abash who pretends not to know, what purpose the wife is contacting him at this time.
"Mas. I want to apologize, suddenly Pak Farhan asked me to go to Bali, Mas. Today, about two hours away," said Sifa quietly with a pounding heart, she was afraid that her husband would be angry and disappointed.
"Today?" repeat Abash who pretended not to hear what his wife said.
"Yes, Mas. How'this?" lirih Sifa with worry.
"How's it going, honey?"
"I promise you tonight, Mom?" lirih Sifa. She was not very happy with her husband.
"Oh, that." Abash cleared his throat slowly. "You calm down, honey. There are other nights. And now, you just have to follow Kak Farhan's orders and show that you really work very professionally" Abash said.
"Do you mind, Mum?" ask Sifa to make sure. In his heart he was afraid and sad.
"Well, what else? I have no authority in Kak Farhan's company. Or, you want to go back to my company, honey?" god Abash.
"No, Mas. I don't want to. After all, if I have to return to your company, I have to indemnify the costs incurred by the company Pak Farhan,” he refused.
"Well, how else? We have a risk we have to take. After all, the one who paid the compensation was me, not you. It's my duty to finance your life, dear."
Sifa fell silent, inwardly confirming what her husband had said.
"Yes, Mas. But it is very visible if I am not professional in work, Mas," said Sifa.
"Then show your professionalism at work, dear. I don't care if you have to go outside, as long as you keep me informed, dear."
Sifa let out her breath slowly. It doesn't feel like it, but there seems to be no other way but to go to Bali. After all, Abash had already given her permission to leave, right?
"Once again I'm sorry, Mas" said Sifa, feeling guilty that she couldn't keep her promise to her husband.