Beautiful Daughter-in-law Conglomerate Princess

CHAPTER 30

"Ouch!" 

Tiyas awoke from his sleep feeling his head was so wet that water dripped behind his ears. 

"Mas!" call him who then glanced at Bagas in the middle of pacing. "Mas Bagas, what's in my head? How wet?!"

Bagas stopped from his activities, the man turned around and looked at his wife who had woken up. 

"That's, I'm again compressing you with warm water. Heat huh?" 

"Not hot," Tiyas replied as she sighed, then the woman pointed at the water running up to her neck. "Just if you want to be compressed it should be squeezed first, Mas."

"Oh, huh?" asked Bagas by raising his eyebrows. The man deftly took back his handkerchief on the wife's forehead, then wiped her soaked face. "Sorry, I don't know." 

The woman took a deep breath while smiling wryly. 

"I told you, Mom. Buy a drug, I always do that when I get sick." 

Bagas scratched his forehead with a regrettable ringing. 

"If so you drink anget tea first." 

Tiyas glanced at the glass of tea in Bagas' hands with a suspicious look. Many times he glanced alternately between the husband and the tea. 

"Non-toxic. If for tea I also like to drink it, so just calm down. It feels right," said Bagas with his cynical delicacy. 

Tiyas could only chuckle awkwardly. Then take the tea and drink it slowly. A moment he felt it before finally nodding happily. 

"Enak" he praised with a gentle smile. 

Bagas face directly sumringah. The man nodded happily. 

"If it's a matter of food I have a high taste." 

Tiyas screeched hearing Bagas' high level of confidence. A moment later her stomach rang loudly until her husband heard her. 

"Laper, Mom." 

The man glanced at the clock on his phone and clucked in annoyance because it had been 30 minutes since he called Jonathan. 

"I think he really wants to get fired" he whispered silently. 

"Hotel restaurant is closed?" tiyas asked who couldn't seem to hold back her hunger. 

Bagas nodded slowly with his guilty face. 

"But I told Jonathan to buy you some chicken porridge. Do you like that food?"

Honestly, if you say you like it, yes. The most anti tiyas should wear rice with such a mushy appearance. But if you say you do not like it, the woman can still eat it even a little. Hearing that Jonathan who had gone home had to come all the way here with a serving of chicken porridge certainly made Tiyas feel pity. 

"Like, Mas," she lied with a fake smile. Since Tiyas knew if he said no, perhaps Jonathan would have trouble following the orders of his superiors. 

"Good," said Bagas with relief. He then attempted to contact Jonathan, but the sound of their doorbell rang later. 

With a quick step, the man immediately opened the door and found his assistant there with his disheveled face. 

"Oh, I think you want to resign" said Bagas with a slanted smile. Without warning, the man immediately took the package in the hands of his best friend. "Thanks yes." 

Jonathan was upset. He immediately held the door closed. 

"Otherwise?" ask Bagas with his lazy gaze. "In exchange for me I transfer. " 

"Seriously?!" yell Jonathan in annoyance. "Bro, I just arrived from a house that is not close. I just want to sleep, but I have to know what you say. And now after you dapet tuh chicken porridge that I was looking hard, is that doang? I just stood in front of the door and left?" 

Bagas exhaled his annoyed breath, but also felt guilty. 

"Sorry yes, I'll give you a bonus this month." 

"Whatever lo! But I want to rest for a while, you think driving from home here is not tired when I just arrived, huh?! Where to muter-muter nyari chicken porridge." 

"Can't!" shouts Bagas with his cynical delicacy. "There's my wife inside." 

"In the meantime, I want to look. Who knows, look at my face so healed bini lo!" jonathan's taunts trying to break in. 

"Lo really wants me to fire ya!" sentak Bagas while pushing his best friend's body firmly. "Don't expect you to marry me!" 

Jonathan blinked his eyes quickly. His jaw dropped down, staring at his best friend with a look of disbelief. 

"Well, that's crazy son." 

Bagas glared while snorting in annoyance. 

"Yes, bye!" 

The door closed just like that, leaving Jonathan speechless before finally cursing loudly. The man did not understand Bagas's way of thinking. Finally Jonathan returned to his house grumbling non-stop. 

In the hotel room, Bagas is busy concocting chicken porridge and intends to feed his wife. 

"Wake up yuk!" take her along while helping Tiyas to lean on the headboard. "Can you eat by yourself? Uh, I'm a bribe." 

"Don't stir, Mas," pinta Tiyas with her narrowed eyes. Feeling nauseous seeing the look of chicken porridge in front of him. 

Bagas obeyed the request of his wife without many words. He immediately thrust a full spoon toward Tiyas' mouth. While the woman received it with a twitch on her forehead, trying her hardest to swallow it quickly. 

"Why? Not good, huh? Acquaintance? Duh, I think I should have Jonathan make his own time yes," said Bagas panicked. He remembered that his assistant was smart when it came to cooking. 

"No need, Mas," Tiyas refused as she withdrew her husband's hand intending to contact the assistant. "I don't like chicken shit." 

Bagas's eyebrows raised. Not to feed the food a second time. 

"Well, why didn't you say? Know that I ordered the others." 

Tiyas shook his head slowly while smiling faintly. 

"Nice. Poor it Jonathan." 

"Don't call me!" jakak Bagas disagreed. The man remembered how Jonathan had said just a moment ago. "All you can call me is me." 

The woman sighed slowly. Feeling strange with Bagas' attitude. 

"Oh yeah, by the way Jonathan's problem. Why not be told to come in? Pity must be tired from home here." 

Bagas snickered cynically at his wife. He then put the chicken porridge on the nightstand and walked away leaving his confused wife. His heart was hot hearing his wife's pity for the assistant. That man played no important role. 

"Where are you going, Mas?" tiyas asked, which the owner had not answered. Looking at Bagas who went into the toilet, made the woman think that the husband was kebellet. 

But Tiyas's estimate was wrong. What happened was that Bagas was busy contacting Jonathan. Though his assistant was still on his way home with eyes that held back sleepiness. 

"Why?" jonathan asked slowly. His grunts were temporarily detained. 

"Gue won't be your bonus this month!" shouted Bagas restrained then immediately turned off his phone connection. 

Now left Jonathan who suddenly stopped his car while dumbfounded with not his elite. 

"Truly crazy!" insinuations. 

On the other hand, Bagas has washed his face many times to eliminate the annoyance in his chest. 

"Gue won't tell Jonathan Deketin Tiyas!" screeched with his sharp gaze. It's childish, but that's how it feels. 

After all, in retrospect, who would want to snatch Tiyas from Bagas' side? There are, but certainly not Jonathan.