BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 20: NOT COFFEE

Call it the arrival of Berto became the savior of Mutia. Because he was the one who managed to change the way Pras looked all this time to the wife in his right eye.

“Mutia looks happy with her status as Housewife.” Pras defended himself.

“Seeing it's your version, how about the feeling?” Tuke Berto.

“But he really looks fine. Live his routine every day impeccably. Even when I was late to come home, he never protested. He just shut up. She's a super understanding wife.” Praise Pras in front of Berto. Unfortunately the compliment was not directly heard Mutia. So, his wife felt like she was just in love herself.

“Be careful. A woman who is silent holds an unexpected mystery. It could be that he is numb to you, until you do not often go home on time just make him no longer restless.” Hah .. why did Pras just hear this advice. All this time he had never thought much about Mutia. He was fully convinced that Mutia was a sincere wife living the household with him.

“Die taste how? I still meet his needs of birth and inner. And she still received her rights as a wife without flaws.” Pras is still defending himself.

“Oh .. yes thank goodness. I'm just suspicious of you who used to be so stingy about that. Don't-don't-don't your seduction is also stingy on Pearl.” Kekeh Berto who has been very sorry for Pras' attitude.

“Indeed seducing is important?” his Pras can still be heard by Berto.

“Only abnormal women who do not need to be flattered and occasionally dug with the sweetness of the word love. Especially the older, usually the more caper women. That's why I salute Pearl's survival mode. Who is always stoic with a monotonous man like you.” Bahak Berto really offended a Pras.

“The Mutiata has accepted me as I am, and vice versa. So it doesn't matter, does it?” Pras is very confident. Assume that he is the only man in Mutia's heart.

“Iya .. it's about your deal. And each household has its own uniqueness. We're old Bro. It's not worth talking about 'I love you'. All we need to take care of is the same sense of attraction, as we first met. Do not let the presence of boredom and fatigue, on one of them. Because if the taste arises, even strong love will become faded and tasteless.” Berto did not come to justify Pras.

Just need to remind his friend. Because he had been in the same food stall, when Mutia and Dirga were busy chatting, so they did not realize there was Berto there. Berto does not know for sure the relationship between the two, nor does he know what is discussed two people who are apart from him. Only he felt funny and did not get the correct correlation, between his student and his friend's wife. Yes, Berto as a Lecturer who happens to be hungry and decides to have lunch at the food stall nearest to his campus.

Pras just shrugged his two shoulders. Do not understand the purpose of the conversation Mr. Lecturer.

“My secretary is offering a beauty salon that will be sold, because her sister needs money to move and start a new business. Do you think I should buy it. In order for Pearls to have busyness besides being IRT?” Pras took advantage of Berto's arrival to vent.

“Owh .. Need. Very very necessary.” Tukas Berto quickly

“Excite once.” Pras saw the response of his best friend.

“In a journey of life. Variation is important, that's it.” Berto the Lecturer. Masterful. He knows how to express his purpose and purpose. Without the interlocutor feels he is being taught a lesson. One's reasoning and intuition are required to be more sensitive in interpreting each diction that he conveys.

Starting from that, Pras realized that maybe the way to love Pearls is not commonplace. He realized, if he was not a husband who is good at praising wives with the achievements that Pearls have given to their households.

Too far to step back and turn into a sweet-talking husband. And that's not his nature. The fall will be stiff, and not be yourself. So that giving freedom for the wife to do what she thinks is good, is part of showing Pras love for Mutia. Although he is still stingy with the phrase ‘because I love you so much’.

Not much has changed and has to be renovated for a Salon that has gone well. Just repainting and rearranging some parts in it, adjusting the taste of the new owner that reflects his personality. There is a special room in one corner for VIP guests who may be waiting in line when they receive treatment services. Ah .. At most it was only Mutia's wits for her and her mother moved the place of the gibbah.

“Yuhuuu .. wife of CEO. Yes, his wife is also OTW a businessman.” Shane's. It was Shane who had been stopping by the Mutia Salon since noon to mask his hair.

“Didn't think so, suddenly Mas Pras already bought this for me. Said let's not be bored at home continue.” Replied Mutia who felt very lucky to have another job, in addition to struggling inside the house.

“Maybe the stone melted as well. So sensitive to the wife who zolimi so far.” Vinsha had his own assumptions. And the unfortunate chatter continued until the time their gym arrived. Until both of them go home. It was going to be followed by Mutia. But urung, because Dirga was at the door, asking permission to enter the Salon owned by Mutia.

“Sorry Our Salon is for women, Mas.” Reject the clerk at the Mutia salon.

“Say the same owner, there is Dirga.” As soon as the ketceh asked for access.

“Dirga …? Login aja.” Mutia was already standing behind Novy. And immediately let the brondongnya enter, although clearly stated in front, if the Salon did not receive male guests.

“He's my nephew Ma'am Novy. Not a customer.” That was the only explanation from Mutia. And in response with a nod, a sign of understanding if the young man was the nephew of his new owner.

“Why ..?” Mutia caught a tired look on her ketceh brond face.

“No why-why tan.” The answer is scattered on a soft sofa in a special VIP room in a corner of the room covered with glass.

“You want to make a drink what?” Mutia is a mature woman of course understand, if this guest is in is not okay. Offering drinks when that tired and tangled face comes, is the mainstay. An offer that for Dirga was able to calm his heart.

“No need to tan. Pretty aunt sit here only.” He answered, closing his eyes, wanting to sleep.

“Black coffee only.” Mutia walked out of the room towards the mini kitchen in her salon. Then make a cup of coffee for his new favorite.

“Sorry aunt has no biscuits for snacks. Hope this coffee can calm you down.” Mutia placed the cup near Dirga.

“Tante don't need to treat me coffee. All I need is a heart. Aunt don't forget it.” Asem brondong this.

Seriate…