Young Handsome Substitute Master's Wife
Chapter 66

On the way home Dinda just looked out the window, Dinda's feeling he was no stranger to the streets they were passing at this time.

''Darling..'' Pqnggil Irfan holding his hand Dinda

''Hmm'' Dinda looked over

''Do you remember this street''

''Like him I am no stranger to the path we are on now Mas.''

''Of course, this is the road to my mother's house.''

Dinda was just silent until the car entered the high gate, Dinda like the first village people to the city alone, Dinda looked up at her head when she saw the beautiful and magnificent building in front of her eyes.

''Let's go in, son.'' Bring Mama Rose.

Dindaa stepped into the magnificent mensoin, there was already a Asih who welcomed her with joy.

''Missus...... O Allah thank God you have returned Miss Dinda to us.'' Bik Asih was grateful while shedding her tears.

''This makes Asih dear.'' Irfan introduced the Asih to Dinda.

Bik Asih was stunned to hear Irfan introduce himself to Dinda.

''Dinda lost her memory Bik.'' Mama Rose explained.

''Bik, call one of the maids to take care of Al, let Dinda rest.'' Irfan's Command

''Well Young Master'' Bik Asih immediately called one of the servants there to take over Al.

''Ma, Irfan bring Dinda to the room yes, Al needs, milk same pempersnya please mama tell buyin same make Asih bentar ya ma.''

''Yes, you guys take a break, Al let Mama's business.''

Irfan and Dinda went upstairs where their room was.

''Welcomback babe.'' Irfan said as he opened the door to his room.

There Dinda saw a super luxurious room with luxurious decorations and certainly expensive.

''You take a shower, baby.'' Irfan showed the bathroom to his wife.

''Darling, this is your usual favorite soap'' Continue.

Dinda was just looking around, Dinda was amazed at all this.

After finishing the bath, Dinda came out using a wardop and wet hair that was scattered.

''Mas.... Where was my bag.?'' Ask Dinda.

''Dear wear clothes in the closet only.'' Irfan answered from the balcony of the room, because he was currently receiving a phone call from Kelvin .

Dinda saw the amazement of how many clothes lined up there, of course, it was not a negligee shirt as usual in his wear in the village, Dinda is confused about which clothes to wear, because all of her nice, Dinda thinks it's all definitely a dress to the invitation.

''Mas.... There are no negligee here, I don't usually wear this shirt.'' Complain Dinda.

Irfan walked from the balcony into the room and hugged Dinda from behind, Dinda was startled when her husband suddenly had his hands wrapped around her waist.

''Honey, this is all your clothes, you used to always wear this shirt, if you already do not like us to buy clothes just now.'' Irfan kissed his wife's shoulder.

Dinda was already amused by the treatment of her husband, because Dinda had to adjust again with Irfan.

''Mas... Don't do it.''

''Why dear.?'' Irfan increasingly berahili the wife by stroking her nose on the neck of Dinda that makes Dinda so bristling.

''Mas...'' Dinda moved away from her and took one pajama at first, running into the bathroom again to wear her clothes, Irfan just scoffed at Dinda's behavior.

''It looks like I have to be extra patient again deh, I was desperately patient, now even patient again, Nasip-nasip.'' Irfan patted his own eel.

''Ma'am, Pa'' Sapa Irfan

''Honey, come sit down and let's eat.''

Irfan pulled a chair for his wife to sit down, without any objection Dinda just sat down.

''Sayanng eat a lot yes, do not hesitate, this is your home.'' Mama Rose.

Dinda smiled as she continued to chew

''Maa, Al where yes..'' Ask Dinda when she's done eating

''Al sama mbak Nunun, now Mbak Nunun mama duty right to be her baby siter Al.'' Answer Mama Rose.

''But ma, why should there be babysiter, Dinda can take care of Al twenty-four hours.''

''No dear papa, let you have a break and can take care of Irfan as well, if you no longer have activities then Al will be the same you, we take care of Al sam-sama here dear.'' Mama Rose gave her understanding as she clasped her daughter-in-law's hand.

''That's what your mom said, son.'' Mr. Mario chimed in.

''Well, if it's the best, but Al still sleeps with me, right Ma ?''

''Of course, dear, Yes you have now climbed into the room yes later mama asked mbak Nunun to deliver Al to your room.''

Dinda just nodded her head in agreement.

Arriving at their room Irfan gives his cell phone back to Dinda.

''Darling, I want to say something''

''What is it ?'' Curious Dinda

Irfan walked up to the mattress and took his wife's phone which was always stored in the nightstand.

''This is your phone, baby.'' Irfan gives

Dinda took the phone and turned it on, appearing on the phone screen a photo of her and Irfan smiling.

''Perhaps with this you will be somewhat recalling about your past dear.'' Irfan.

Dinda open one by one the application on the phone, the first application in the open is a chat message, there is a lot of self-messaging with people in his massalu, he said, especially with the husband who was saved by MY HUSBAND's name.

''Mas'' Call Dinda

''Yes Darling'' Irfan replied as he sat next to Dinda.

''What used to be a harmonious couple ?''

''Sure darling. I love you so much, and so do you who love me so much.'' Pd the irfan....

Dinda continued to open the application on her phone one by one, until finally Dinda opened a photo gallery, there were not many things there, Irfan and Dinda photos were just a few, unlike other couples in general who have a lot of memories stored in the photo album, because Dinda and Irfan have just started building a household even in the disaster of Dinda's kidnapping.

While checking the applications there, suddenly Mabak Nunun came knocking on the door, because he wanted to give Al to his mama. After taking Al, Dinda no longer holds her phone, because it was night and Al was exhausted so wanted to rest immediately.

Tbc.....

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