Conquering Boss Killer

Bonchap 3 - family bar bar

At the mental hospital, Ridho sat alone in the garden. He just fed his wife. Although the wife did not know him well after the heartbreaking incident in the cell. However, Lenka was willing to accept Ridho's presence. So that the nurse was no longer troubled to take care of her patients.

Now, Lenka looks more calm with Ridho treatment.

Ridho, who had just asked for friends on social media owned by his ex-wife and received by Laila, saw the activities uploaded by his former most beautiful. There is the happiness of Laila with her best friend. Plus Laila's stomach is bulging. He knows, at this time Dervish is very happy, considering with his late wife, the man has not had children.

"Laila, you look happy." Ridho took a rough breath looking at the photo of the upload. Laila's smile was clearly imprinted there.

Ridho's chest was very painful. He looked up at the clear sky and said, "Lail me."

Elsewhere, things are indeed much different from what Ridho experienced.

"Honey, wake up!”

Darwis kissed Laila's cheek several times, but Laila's eyes were still closed.

“Honey, let's get up! It's ten o'clock, you haven't had breakfast, haven't had any milk. Poor our son.” Darwis again said in a soft tone while stroking the cheek.

Five seconds later, Laila slowly opened her eyes. With sayup – sayup, he said “indeed it's morning?”

Darwis smiles. Though from the window of the room, the sunlight is clearly radiated. The man who is not young and still looks the rest – the rest of his good looks when the young man nodded. “It's not morning anymore, dear. It's noon.”

Laila instantly opened her eyes perfectly. “What time is it?”

Laila turned her head towards the clock that was taped to the wall. “Yes my goodness, Mas. How did you not wake me up from earlier?”

Laila got up and sat on the bed while covering her chest with a thick grey blanket. After the dawn of the congregation, he got an attack arrived – arrived.

“You look tired. So I'm not waking up,” said Darwis.

“But I haven't made breakfast yet, Mas. You must not have eaten. Radit must be starving.”

Darwis smiled and rubbed Laila's hair. “Already, Radit and I have eaten. Here I bring you breakfast. I brought milk for our son.”

Laila's lips smiled widely. He stared at the plate filled with fried rice complete with an omelet and white milk next to it. Milk that Laila consumed since pregnancy and drunk every morning and night.

Darwis took the milk, handed it to Laila and Laila received the glass.

“Who cooked this?” laila asked by pointing at the plate containing the fried rice. “Created Radit?”

Darwis. “This is mine. While in Singapore, I also often make this myself.”

“Oh yes?”

Dervish nodded back and took the plate. “Come now at my fried rice meal! Aaa ..”

Darwis gave a bribe to Laila and Laila immediately opened her mouth. The first trimester is over, making the eating n*fsu Laila increased.

“Hm. Tasty. Turns out you are a cook also yes,” said Laila sumringah.

“Ngga also. I can only cook fried rice, because in the past ..” Darwis paused his speech. He wanted to say if in the past, his wife also often made fried rice and he also learned to make this food from the late wife.

“Because first why?” asked Laila who was curious to hear the continuation of the hanging speech.

“Because I used to love eating fried rice too. So I'd like to be able to make it myself.”

“Oooo.” Laila rounded her lips.

The innocent woman nodded and smiled without thinking such a thing – sorts. That's as simple as Laila.

Dervish smiled too. For him, Laila is different. Her attitude often makes anxiety. For example, as at this time. The woman's mouth was still full of fried rice, but before it was empty, she asked Darwis to put the food back in her mouth.

“Tells first the one in your mouth, Darling.”

“Aaa .. Mas.” Laila kept asking to be fed again.

Dervish laughed and shook his head.

“Om Radit ..” shouted Aurel from outside. The little boy just got out of his car.

Radit who was cleaning his favorite bike also turned his head with a happy expression. “Eh, no ponies.”

Aurel's lips pouted immediately. “Kok pony anyway, Om?”

Radit crouched down in front of Aurel while rubbing Aurel's cute bangs. “Abis, you got her hair in a ponytail, kept her bangs funny. So it's a pony.”

Radit laughs.

“Ah, ugly. Don't wanna. Don't want to be called that.” Aurel sulks and Radit hugs and holds his nephew.

Then, he searched for the whereabouts of someone invisible. “Mba Maya where?”

Since arriving in Jakarta from Labuan Bajo last night, Maya did have a slight fever, probably due to exhaustion.

This morning, on saturday. Bilqis asked her husband to take her to her mother's house. In addition to bringing by – by, Laila has also missed her grandson and Bilqis also misses her mother.

“Dit, Which mother?” ask Bilqis after entering the house.

Alex went straight to the kitchen. If she was going to come to this house, Laila would have made her favorite cake. I don't know why Alex really likes rainbow made by his mother-in-law.

“Mother is still in the room. From the morning has not come out – out,” replied Radit pouting.

“Mother hurts?” ask Bilqis again.

“Ngga know.” Radit shrugged his shoulders. “Sick because most times.”

“Most what?” bilqis asked confusedly, while Alex just smiled at the sister and sister who were interacting.

“Most nana ninu.”

“Nana ninu what else? It's not clear you, Dit,” Bilqis said.

“Ck. Pura – pura ga tahu.”

“Radit by the way what the hell, Mas?” Bill asked Alex.

Alex did not answer with his mouth, because his mouth was filled with rainbow cakes. He simply fused the two tips of his index finger to his wife.

Plaques

Bilqis hit Radit on the head. “Mesum. Not married yet already perverted, how if already married?”

“Aww .. pain, Mbak.” Radit grimaced by rubbing his head that had just been snapped.

Suddenly, Alex laughed.

Then Bilqis approached her husband who was sitting at the table. “Mas, rich we should marry Radit Maya soon. Danger if they date long.”

“Ish, let me be a guy, Ma'am.” Radit protest.

“You already know mostly.”

“Lah, is it Radit already big, Ma'am. Time doesn't know. My age might even be Alex already so.”

“Uhuk ... Uhuk .. Uhuk ..” Alex is choking. Even Radit's age, Alex is more than that.

Bilqis poured her a drink for her husband. “Mas drink first.”

“Tuh, right. Radit. The proof, Mas Alex chokes.” Radit grinned.

Taking a storm, apparently his sister-in-law was. Then, Alex made a sound. “Momtor you got broken?”

Radit. “Iya, Mas. The tires are a bit slippery.”

“You were replaced?”

“Iya,” Radit sumringah replied.

Trings

A few seconds later, Radit's phone rang a notification of money coming into his account.

“But I'll be like Mas Alex. If you're married, just loyal to the woman, namely the wife,” chirps Radit make Bilqis reddened his lips toward Alex.

Alex is smiling. “My loyalty is beyond doubt, Dit. My love is only with your sister on this one.”

Alex looked at Bilqis while raising his eyebrows. “Ya, right. Honey!”

Bilqis stuck out her tongue with a stifled laugh. “Tau ah.”

Bilqis turned his face the other way. Then, back to the husband. “Cooperation with Bu Adel ga so ‘kan?”

“Yes, lengga. Than my allotment reduced.”

Bilqis turned her lips.

“Grandmother ..” Aurel's shout right in front of Laila's room door, made the three people outside the room turn their heads. “Grandma don't wear clothes?”

Bilqis patted his forehead and shook his head. “Yeah, let alone this?”

Alex laughs. “True – true family bar – bar.”