Young Mom Charm
Am I your concubine?

“Can you deliver lunch to my office? Today I want to eat together with you.”

Zayn contacted Lusy, just one day the two started working to their respective places, the man was longing and wanted to see his wife.

At the boutique, Lusy looks at the wall clock, then looks at the unfinished sketch paper.

“Alright, in an hour I'll be there. Send company address,” said Lusy berikan wants her husband.

Lusy ended the call, smiling as Zayn was so spoiled that lunch was asked to be bought directly. He chose to stand up from sitting down, then took the bag and pinned the rope on his shoulder.

“Vir, I'll be out for a while. Do you want to nitip something?” ask Lusy to Vira.

“Ngak Mbak, lunch also I have brought stock,” replied Vira with a big smile.

Lusy nodded in understanding, then left the boutique to buy a meal before going to Zayn's company.

**

“Please leave the food here, later I will contact Pak Zayn's floor section to pick it up.”

Lusy stared in disbelief at the receptionist instead asking her to leave the food at the reception, whereas Lusy only asked where Zayn's room was because she wanted to deliver the food as her husband wanted.

“I have to deliver it directly,” said Lusy refused to leave the food there.

“But company rules. You can't go in without making an appointment with our director. Here I see, you don't make appointments and just want to drop off food. So I suggest that the food is left,” said the receptionist as if not to trust Lusy, even impressed insulting because of the appearance of Lusy that can be considered ordinary.

Jeans, plain sweatshirts, and shirt motifs that are not bagged, showing that Lusy looks like a food courier.

“I am his wife, do I still have to ask permission to meet my husband?” asked Lusy who was a little furious because the receptionist made it difficult for him.

“And I am his queen,” ketus the receptionist, do not believe if anyone claimed to be the wife of Zayn.

Lusy gawked at the receptionist's remark, even to the point of harshly exhaling from the mouth. Lusy pulled out a cell phone and called her husband.

“Zayn, since when do you have a queen?”

Lusy's question made the receptionist more convinced that Lusy only came because he admired Zayn, then fabricated a claim to be a wife. Of course you would think so, considering that no one knows about Zayn and Lusy's marriage.

“Queen how do you mean?” ask Zayn in confusion.

In the lobby, Lusy was now staring at the receptionist who was commenting on a fake smile.

“I've reached the lobby, asked and asked permission to board, but I was prevented and asked to put the food I brought in at the reception. Even when I claimed to be your wife, your employees said she was your queen. Am I your concubine? Do I need to leave it to the receptionist and go straight back to the boutique?” Lusy spoke while looking at her husband's employee.

“Who would dare ban you? Wait!” Zayn's voice was heard rising from across the call.

The call was still connected, until the receptionist's cable phone rang and Zayn's employees answered immediately.

“Halo.”

Lusy is still connected to Zayn, until he hears her husband talking but not to him.

“What do you mean forbid my wife to go to my room?”

“Your wife?” The receptionist looked confused, until the gaze fixed on Lusy was still holding the phone stuck to the ear.

Lusy just smiled at the receptionist, then slightly wiggled his phone beside his ear, telling him that the call was also connected to Zayn.

“The woman who brought food for me, she is my wife. Let him ride!” zayn's orders.

“Ba-good, Sir.” The receptionist looks in the fog, puts the phone into place, then smiles awkwardly to Lusy.

“Lu, I've spoken to the receptionist, you just go up,” Zayn said from across the call.

“Good.” Lusy ended the call.

“You can go straight up,” said the receptionist clumsily.

“No need to make an appointment?” ask Lusy as if he's getting stuck.

The receptionist shook her head, slightly lowered her head in embarrassment of having been so haughty as she spoke to Lusy.