Buying Wife
part#23
As usual morning. Mahira woke up early to prepare breakfast and Putra's clothes. He looked as happy as before. Talked a lot and joked with his aides.
He also had no breakfast with them. Talk before starting his job again. While Putra sat alone eating scrambled eggs and also toast.
Yes, Mahira did deliberately keep a distance with the Son. She tried not to look at him often because it would only make her love her husband more. Mahira is always in love every time he looks at the Son, what else when the Son smiles. The dimples on her cheeks will make Mahira misbehave herself.
The son did not ask much. He let her Mahira with whatever she wanted. Only, Son felt strange. No one carried his bag forward, no more noise accompanying his steps, a voice he sometimes missed while he was busy at work. No one kisses his hand and raises his hand while praying for his salvation.
Mahira is unique. He prayed with his hands up in a loud voice that every Son would go to work. He would say 'Aamiin' out loud then rub his face. Waving his hands until the Son's car disappeared from his eyes. Her face? the beautiful face was always smiling taking off her husband's departure to the office.
All that was gone this morning.
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"Tumben brought his white car," said the security guard when he joined Mahira and other work.
"Why is that?" ask Tuti.
"The car is usually only used if you want to gather with the club. Never been taken to the office or anywhere."
"Yaaa may want to, or the other car is damaged." Darinah added.
"Yes from so many cars, all broken? it's a modified car, specifically for the club."
"Maybe it will go with the club" said Mahira. Then he dared to leave.
The sun began to rise its rays hit so fierce this time. Make the people on the face of this earth afraid and avoid the spotlight.
"Sir Misran, take me to the boutique" pinta Mahira. The driver immediately walked over and took the car that Mahira Putra bought. A big and wide car. At that time Putra did not ask Mahira what kind of car he wanted, he only remembered when Mahira complained about his car which was only two seats. The son thought that Mahira preferred a large and spacious car.
On the way, Mahira was silent. His eyes saw everything on the side of the road. The ojol who may be waiting for the order to come. The street vendor who was chatting coolly with other traders. Busy street children raise their hands. The real buskers have a good voice, but have to sell their voice with the sincerity of the people.
"Mrs, where are you going to the boutique?"
"Don't call me madam again from today, sir. Call me if you are reluctant to call my name."
"Well, I'll get angry later."
"From the day I fired. Choose where?" goda Mahira's.
"Wahaha. Okay, Neng. Where are we going to the boutique?"
"That's when my son and I left, sir. Still remember, right? because I forgot. Hihi."
"Oooh, yes yes. I still remember. I go there often. When I bought Muslim clothes for Neng also bought there."
"Muslim clothes?"
"Yes, the time before Neng became his wife, he bought a lot of Muslim clothes. He said to his wife."
"But I'm not in a hijab, sir."
"Maybe the son wants Neng to change. It's the same mother her brother sir son all hijab."
"Oohs. Ja. Heheh." Mahira laughed bitterly. He knew that dress was not for him. His eyes suddenly rounded, his tears began to glow. He now realized why there were so many brooches in his room. And also ....
"The rings are loose on my fingers because they're not for me" he whispered. Mahira immediately wiped away her tears as the car stopped in front of the boutique she was heading to.
With a little quick step because it avoids the blazing sun, Mahira enters a fairly large and famous boutique in Jakarta.
Mahira who was a little confused and unfocused, again hit someone. This time he fell to the floor. Seeing that, Mr. Misran immediately approached and helped his employer stand up.
"Dark. Sorry, say–"
"You again? jasalam! what a dream I had last night."
It turned out that the person Mahira hit was still the same person as the one at Fresh Food back then.
"Neng is okay?"
"No, Sir. You better get back in the car."
"Yes, fine, Neng."
"God! you purposely followed me, huh? why meet again with something similar."
"Where do I know! just ask God. There is no coincidence in this world except by the will of God or destiny."
"You mean we met like this because of fate?"
"Yes continues? because what? because a strong Spongebob lifts the spatula rather than the masemelo?"
"Marshmellow wey!"
"Yes, that's the point. So how's it going? I have apologized many times. Do you want to forgive or not? if you are forgiven, please because it should be like that. If not, it's none of my business. The sin is not in me, but in you who do not want to forgive people who have apologized. Ka–"
"That's a big whisper! can't say it don't be long times wide by high."
"NO!"
"Astagahhhh ...." The man looked frustrated.
"Alright, alright. This time I sincerely apologize. Please forgive me."
"You want me to forgive?"
"Yes. Want.
"Help me first then."
"What help?"
"Come on first. I bought you clothes in this boutique, take the most expensive and the nicest. After that we buy sandals and bags. Last we went to the salon and–"
"Wahhhh! sorry in Jakarta is good? we bought anything. Then next time I will make a mistake again and apologize again to you. It's good to have a free Netherlands."
"Geez!"
Mahira immediately ran and chose some beautiful dresses in the boutique. After a long time of choosing, she finally got a beautiful white dress on the approval of the man.
"I introduce, my name is Aldo."
"I'm Mahira."
"What is your driver?"
"Later I tell you to go home. Oya, you're a good person, aren't you? I am afraid I will be kidnapped. Or I was raped and killed."
"No! I'm a world-class criminal."
"Oh, please."
"What?" Aldo bengong heard Mahira saying.
"Why? people say that a really good person will not admit to himself. You just did the villain. That means you're a good man."
Mahira walked over to Misran. He whispered then Mr. Misran left in Mahira's car.
"Freak woman!" Whisperer Aldo.
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