Wife To Alan
Mr. Tajir

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Madelle was in a hurry to meet her queen. She's happy not to be paid cooking lessons by Alan. 

Madelle's job is to sell branded handbags, not a difficult thing for her to often leave work. 

Madelle pressed the bell and stood for a few seconds before finally entering.

"Assalamualaikum Mamah's beautiful son-in-law and wa--nan, you smell of onions!"

Inanti laughing. "Waalaikum salam. Abis misahin ugly onion, Mah. Alan bought most of it. Let's go in."

"Where's nadia?"

"Stay in the middle of the room again sleeping." Her in-laws were silent for a moment, making Inanti curious. "Why, Mah?"

"You onion, you don't want to take a shower?"

"You, it's waiting for Nadia to sleep. Just had your bath, Mamah came."

Madelle keeps her shoes on the side shelf. "Let Mamah take care of Nadia, you take a bath there. Don't forget to use soap that Mamah love well, let seger fragrant."

"Yes, Mah. Titip Nadia yeah."

"Ready."

Madelle enters after Inanti leaves, she finds Bi Idah cleaning the spacious balcony veranda. "Bi?"

"Mrs? Oh my God, Madam is healthy?"

"Thank God, what aunt?"

"This, Inanti's mom wants to make a mini garden. So get it sorted out first. Madam needs something?"

"No, Bi. This is Nadia's check first."

Madelle went to approach Nadia who was asleep. "Aduhhh, his grandson Mbah Uti is very beautiful. Gini's beautiful bob. Sun was here. Muach! Ooh wangiii…."

Nadia fell asleep accompanied by a digital teaching voice. Madelle took a few minutes to photograph her granddaughter there before uploading it on Instagram.

"Ha ha ha, let's just tell you what you're feeling" Madelle said, marking Alan. "Let's not feel the brother again, wong he already has a child."

Another thing that makes Madelle happy, there Alan has uploaded a photo of his wife and child on instgram. Those who liked more than twenty thousand people, with limited comments. "Ha ha ha, your broken heart mass on. Just be careful if you blaspheme aye."

And not long after, Madelle's phone rang.

"Hallo, Assalamualaikum? What's up?"

"Greetings waalaikum, Jeng. So, Alan's son is married to have children?"

"Udah, I've seen it on my Instagram, it's like it too."

"Well, why not invite? Or hamidun?"

"Come, Mom. We only invite quality people with a good level of conversation. So maf ya not invited on his marriage contract."

"Means you'll have a reception?"

"Oh yes definitely, I'll see that my daughter-in-law is very beautiful later, will appear on TV really. Ha ha ha, Assslamualaikum."

Madelle clucked, she looked back at Nadia. "Later mah Mbah Uti who najai ya, now mah Mbah want to make a mask first for his Mamah Nadia."

Madelle rushed to open the bag. There is a face mask that he will make.

"Miss?"

"Yes, Mah?"

"Udah?"

"Udah, hang on."

Madelle was there still stirring, and smilingly seeing Inanti come out. "Why, Mah?"

"Pake that bandi, let your hair go nowhere."

"Huh?"

"Udah use, Mamah make a mask for you. It's an expensive mask, from eeh."

"Dirt, Mah?"

"It's expensive bird droppings, Mamah bought this almost 100 million tau. Eat it come on."

Inanti according to when Madelle hinted her to sleep on the carpet with her in-laws polishing the mask on her. The mask is soothing, not as bad as imagined.

"Let Inan alone, Mah."

"Eum... hair color, Mah? Inan, come out with a veil."

"But in front of Alan isn't it? Make a happy husband is a reward, Nan. I've recited with Mamah, you don't know the experience of Mamah already as deep as the ocean and as high as a mountain. Let Alan be all the same as you."

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"Done?"

"You have a meeting with the head of the hotel branch in Bandung."

Alan stared at the watch in his hand, it's already lunchtime.

"She asked to meet you at lunchtime."

"You represent me, I'll go."

"What about this afternoon's meeting, sir?"

Alan's wearing a suit there. "I'll come."

Alan with his cold face entered the executive khsus elevator. Inside there Alan contacted Mang Asep.

"I've stayed downstairs, sir."

And that sentence is enough, Alan turned off the phone.

With Mang Asep already waiting there, Alan got into the car.

"Go to the online shopping center."

"Good, Sir."

During the day, Alan skipped his lunch in search of an object. Once there, Alan is greeted by an employee. "Welcome, sir, what do you want?"

Alan said as he walked, "I need a massage chair."

"You'll get it here, made especially for men ya-"

"This is for my wife" said Alan coldly.

"Ah, you can get it here. Not just a massage chair, this is also a sauna to detoxify toxins in our body. Accompanied by natural rocks and rich in fresh oxygen with the aroma of plants that can refresh the lungs, this is suitable for housewives."

Alan's forehead wrinkled, he was only shown a banner.

"Where are the things?"

"It's specially imported from Bulgaria, sir. If you want to order, you can pay DP of 960 million, the rest you can install 90 million every month within two years. If there is damage within one year, there will be cashback worth 40% of the original price."

"What if you get paid cash?"

"Yes?" The officer looked surprised. "Ah, if cash is cheaper, sir. Just 3 billion."

Alan gave his card and paid for it directly. "The rest will be taken care of by my secretary."

"Good, Sir. Thank you." Thank you."

As Alan stepped towards the car, Madelle called out to him.

"Call, Mah? What's up?"

"Assslamualaikum is the gravedigger."

"Waalaikum greetings to the future grave."

"Well, you bule, it's not good to say hello first."

"Why, Mah?"

"Mamah has asked the same professional chef to teach Mamah to Inanti. But he's in America again, he needs a place to stay, a plane ticket with DP he said, Bang."

"How much, Mah?"

"Five M, he he he."

"Say the same Karl."

"Oh, my brother is very tajirrr. Relax, Mamah masakin sambel jengkol yes, mepet home my dear son!"

"Pantesan Papah his wallet is broken yes, Mah. It's snapper level."

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TBC.