When Love Comes And Goes
Episode 111

As usual, Mayang struggled in the kitchen to prepare lunch for her to take to her husband's office. The home cooking that she could and liked everyone in the house. Now, Ratna's attitude is back to what it used to be, warm and loving. No longer think about the message of the terror who greatly disturb the harmony in the house.

"What are you cooking, son?" ratna asked as she approached Mayang in the kitchen.

"Well, at the request of the King, ma'am. Grilled chicken," replied Mayang while tidying up the bushel of food that has been filled.

Hearing the call for her son, Ratna's heart was filled with blooming flowers.

"What do you call the King?"

Mayang was stunned to hear Ratna's question. Because everyone in the house had never heard Mayang call the King with a mas.

He smiled shyly, bowing his head staring at the bushel he was holding.

"Why, Mom? Calling names is uncomfortable. He is, right, now my husband," Mayang said softly. He bit his lips holding back the nervousness that suddenly appeared.

Ratna chuckled at that, it should be so that it felt more comfortable.

"Well, it's okay. Emang better so, so that the feeling of his wife's husband," said Ratna greeted a smile from Mayang.

"I want to get ready, Mom. Another invitation from the office came," said Mayang with embarrassment.

Ratna nodded her head. Glanced at the table, on a plate containing roasted chicken made by the son-in-law. He pulled the chair, saw the dish his appetite suddenly coming.

"It looks good," he said, flipping the plate and scooping the rather large rice, also putting two grilled chicken breasts on top. Ratna intends to eat together with Ambu who is busy sitting in the backyard. He said, remembering the time he used to work in that house.

Ratna smiled seeing the old woman sitting on the back porch. Look out for a small garden, and a well-maintained and clean swimming pool.

"Ambu. Eat, yuk! I miss eating a plate together Ambu like first," Ratna asked while sitting next to Ambu while putting a plate containing the food she brought.

"You still want it to turn out. In the past, you did not want to eat if not the same Ambu," said Ambu reminiscing about the time of being Ratna's nanny.

The mother of two chuckles, it is true. In the past, he did not want to eat if he was not with Ambu. How Ratna loved Ambu since she was a child. The two ate together while reminiscing about the past.

In his room, Mayang came out of the bathroom with his body wrapped in a towel. He opened the closet, looking for what clothes he would wear. Mayang sighed, accidentally his eyes caught a bag stored under his clothes.

"What's this?" He muttered while taking the bag. Take him to sit on the edge of the bed to open it.

The first one he found was a pink piece of paper with the handwriting of the King.

For you, make a change of your clothes that I broke yesterday. Sorry, yes. Hope you like it.

Laced with a smile picture ending. Mayang chuckled slightly while shaking his head. Thinking when did the King buy it? He pulled out the clothes, blushing his cheeks even more when all he took was a sexy lingerie.

Mayang shook his head.

"really. What to replace, clothes lack kayak gini materials. Mending don't use them. Pajama pake is torn apart every night especially this," he muttered while moaning short.

Laughing his little heart, imagining him wearing the clothes while lying in wait for the King. Mayang stood in front of the mirror, hesitating he put the clothes in front of his body. Grimacing, not only the lack of materials, but also very thin glare.

Mayang laughed to himself, again sitting on the edge of the bed to check the bag. In addition, he found a set of clothes right according to him complete with a veil.

Without thinking long, Mayang wore these clothes. Whirring bounces away, then snatches the bag and exits the room. Clothes that look simple, but actually not arbitrary people can buy it.

He was looking for his mother to say goodbye. The pickup car was already roaring in the yard, Mayang came out and smiled at the assistant King who opened the car door for him.

"Uncle. Why open the door? I, right, can open it myself," asked Mayang after the car drove off the yard.

The middle-aged man glanced at the superior's wife from the middle spy, smiling warmly with the woman's innocence.

"That's my job, ma'am. I was paid for it" he replied slowly.

Mayang round his mouth, like the mistresses on TV-TV. The films he watched showed the driver opening the car door for his employer. Mayang chuckled to himself, he thought it was all in the film and he would not meet in the real world.

He shook his head, disbelief would be in the position of master. Unlike his life when he was with Amir. Let alone a driver who picks up, get into his car he is very rare, even the maid at home is only in charge of cleaning the house.

"Come, Mom. Mr. Al was waiting in his room" said the assistant as he opened the car door for Mayang.

The woman's forehead shriveled at the foreign call.

"Sir Al? Who's that?" mayang asked staring puzzledly at the assistant King.

He scratched his head that did not itch, forgetting that Mayang did not know the name of the King in his office.

"Mmm .. I mean Mother's husband, Mr. King. Come!" said straighten.

Mayang rounded his lips, smiling then. Stepping followed by the middle-aged man who was endlessly smiling with the adorable behavior of his superior wife.

"So, his name is Al. Why did I just know, yes," muttered Mayang while entering the special elevator President.

"Yes, Mom. Al calls from the word Almunawwar. We all know my husband by that call. Maybe just the same Mother Al claimed to be named King," explained the assistant made Mayang understand.

The king was just a pseudonym that Al used for people who did not know him.

"yes too. His name is, right, Rauza' Almunawwar." He muttered to himself.

The elevator door opened, Mayang came out followed by the assistant who followed behind him.

"No knocking, I'll go in myself" Mayang said as the man was about to knock on the door.

Without knocking, Mayang opened the door of the King's room.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" She was stunned to see who was currently standing before her husband.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam! Here, Yang. I've been waiting since," greeted the King while waving to his wife.

Mayang's face turned grim, the smile he had carved since the outside was gone out of nowhere. He closed the door, stepped slowly into the husband's room without taking his eyes off the figure.

"Why is he in your room, Mom?"