Husband Backup

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My face is reflected in the makeup mirror. I watched carefully. The sudsh bun is neat. Blush on, powder, mascara, eyebrows, lipstick all look perfect without any blepots. I smiled with satisfaction. I don't want my makeup to be embarrassed on this important day.

Yes, today is an important day for me. Inauguration of CV office. AT Press's. Publishing field.

My dream is to have my own office. To make it happen from the age of 19 years I became a magazine model, advertising model, brand ambassador, to joinan business cosmetik my best friend who incidentally as a Selebgram in 2014. The lipstick business is fantastic. Many are bought by artists.

From the lipstick business, I was challenged to make a business. I was afraid of what business to do, but I remember from childhood I loved to read. Why not try a publishing business? Counting helps budding writers give birth to work. I also see the more people here the more people set up publishing.

In 2013, before becoming a CV. AT Press, publishing her name Arsha Teen is still the same friend as well. Three years later I was able to set up an office. Reasons to replace namakarena want to open a new leafan.

Suddenly, my pokus turned to the reflection of a figure who was again looking back and forth while hugging the bolster. I snorted annoyed. This hour hasn't been up yet? Last night I told you at ten o'clock the inauguration. It's already half nine. I got up from my seat and approached him.

I shook his body. "Mas Ale, wake up dong."

The person I woke up with was Nalesha Wirayudha who was called Ale. No other and no, he's my husband.

"What the hell? I'm in the day shift today" scolded.

Little did I tell you, why can I marry this hard-built kebo creature next to me.

Two years ago I was 33. Mama has been constantly undermining so that I get married quickly so as not to say old maid with neighbors. At that time, I still had no idea who I married. It's too comfortable on its own.

Suddenly Ale brought a fresh breeze. Asking me to be his wife. I don't think marrying her is a bad thing. It has been valid for five more years. But marriage is not as beautiful as I imagined.

True said people, as long as we know a partner, still when starting a household feel a roller-couster ride. All in shock. Ale that I know people are calm, sweet, obedient – judging from the way he always obeyed the request of his mother— and his life is not neko-neko. When married his true nature began to open slowly. He turned out to be chatty beyond my mama, a bit of a protest, the most super neat. I just put it haphazardly, he immediately nagged.

"Not that. Today is the opening of my office. I told you last night. You have to come."

"Males ah."

This also makes me unhappy to marry him. He cannot meet my biological needs. Can't be a back up when I'm in trouble. Not want to accompany me to an important event related to my work. If I do it all myself, I feel like a girl.

"Cannot. This is an important event you should come to. What will the people and media say, her husband is not there? There will be rumors that our household will crack."

"Yes, I will follow. I want to be tolerant first."

"Yes yes. Look not coming."

I finally left alone without Ale.

***

The series of events itself is simple. The opening is filled by reciting prayers and divine words. Welcome continues. Third event cut ribbon. Closing, prayer, press conference, and cordiality.

Now it has entered the divine recitation. I instead of listening, busy fidgeting myself while looking at the watch a little. It's been almost twelve noon Ale hasn't come yet either. I tried the phone not to pick up.

God fucking. Never changed before. Every time I ask to attend an event, the answer is, "later I'll be followed." It was never actually kept.

"At the inauguration event, Mr. Sahrial Pratama Harahap as Editor-in-Chief of CV. AT Press to accompany Ms. Nazneen Faiha as the owner of the CV. AT Press for cutting tape."

I stood up and walked towards the spot where the tape scissors were. All eyes are on me. I forced a fake smile when my heart was not good anymore. Because Ale.

I told you a little about Sahrial. I found him when he was in the writing competition I had when I was Arsha Teen. Sahrial's writing skills are pretty good. Don't know why my heart believes it has more potential. So when I did the office, I did not hesitate to make him the editor-in-chief.

Finally Sahrial and I cut the ribbon together. A loud applause echoed in this room.

"Ohonored fathers, mothers and attendees, with ribbons cut, it means CV. AT Press is officially open. Ladies and gentlemen please stay put. The committee will distribute the souvenirs to the Ladies and Gentlemen."

The book is published by Arsha Teen.

"Entertainment, such is the series of CV Inauguration events. AT Press is done. Then the audience is welcome to the lunch room, to attend a friendly event and have lunch together. For the reporters, the press conference will be continued after lunch."

"On behalf of the organizer, we apologize profusely if there are things that are not pleasing during the implementation of this event. Finally, we thank you for your attention.

Good day and Wassalamualaikum Wr.Wb ."

MC closed the show well. Everyone stood up and headed to the dining area. Even now, Ale hasn't come yet."

***

At 12:30

All the guests are home. Remaining journalists. For the press conference. I deliberately invited them to make AT Press known to the public. Who knows, the artists who published the book here.

"Thank you for holding on to this moment. Without wasting time, this second press conference jiga I open. Anybody want to ask Miss Nazneen?" MC opens the show.

Journalists whose hair is curled, torn pants raised their hands.

"Yes, what do you want to ask?"

"I would like to ask, what was the motivation of Ms Nazneen to establish a publisher? Though it has been successful advertising stars, brand ambassadors, lipstick business and others."

"I like to read from a small child. I rejected Mother Asma Nadia. He had the tagline 'one book before he died' Why not try the publishing business? Counting helps budding writers give birth to work. I've also seen the more people come here to establish publishing." I answered the question with detail.

"Well, will anyone ask again?"

The turn of the girl with short hair and her face is like Chinese descent. "Yes, please, Ma'am in pink, what do you want?"

"I want it, why is it called AT Press?"

"Before CV. AT Press, first named Arsha Teen abbreviated AT. Since you're used to calling AT, just keep going."

The next question is not far from the system of publishing books at AT Press. Just answer it like this, "AT has 2 systems. For novels, a major taste selection can be made. Free total. Terms kudu sakep bin smooth script, then fill out the form on the web AT.

 While kumcer, kumsi and others use a conditional free system; must buy books published 15 ex with DP 200k, the rest is calculated finished layout or paid. Further conditions check our website www.atpressofficial.com."

There are also those who ask why the logo AT Press love pink there is a circular ring? I replied that the logo has a philosophy. Love pink symbol of AT love to the author. While the circular ring symbol of bonding is more serious. Well, I as the owner want to bind the author with love, honesty, trust and comfort.

Second by second continued rolling not felt already two hours of this press conference event.

"Who wants to ask again?"

Silent. There was no answer and no one raised their hands.

***

At 17:00

Just finished the show. Not completely settled yet, must be sorted. As an owner I still help AT Family - a name for my employees - first. Just wipe and pick up a tissue for example.

It's still new, so my employees are only six. I'll introduce them one by one.

"City ... your AT Family is tired?"

"Yes, tired. I am happy to finally have an office. Three years ago I was in the Arsha Teen race, and now I'm the editor-in-chief" Sahrial said.

I smile to myself nostalgic for Arsha Teen's hard times. Still online. Editing, creating covers, layouts, isn lists all work by yourself. Now we have six employees offline.

If Sahrial I find out from Arsha Teen race, the other five employees I find from various places. There was a friend recommendation. There are Naz Cosmetic resellers who are also good at selling books, there are even my own neighbors.

I expect these six employees to work with me. Accompanying me with success.

"What if we eat? You are free to eat where you want. Think of it as the server of the success of today's ceremony."

"Horee ..." Shouts AT Family simultaneously

***

It turns out that AT Family chose to eat in the old pendopo. Said the female employee who is still single, who knows can be photographed together with Bang Tri Asylum. The singer who used to perform here, suddenly viral because his voice looks like Ariel Noah and Andhika Kangen. Cute too. The channel youtubenya 'Musician Jogja Project' has a subscribers of two millions more.

We also agreed to order menugudeg and iced tea. While the food has not come, chat ngalor ngidul first. Helen Amelia, asked me to tell you about my struggle to build AT. I'm telling you in detail. From ever deceived printing partner, dikibulin parent, ngadepin author bawel.

"Well, great. If I were Miss Naz, I wouldn't be strong." Sukma was amazed to hear my story. "Keep Bu Naz will still be an advertising star even if AT is around?"

"having to. If the pay is big, and do not make AT keteteran yes, why not? Who knows the results in other fields make the AT office bigger in the future."

"Aamiin's."

The food came too. We eat it greedily.

***

"Where are you going at this hour not home yet?" said the man who opened the door.

Huft, the new wife came home instead of being greeted by a smile even a question that was not pleasant to hear. "Yes in the office. You know for yourself today the inauguration of AT Press. I'm waiting for you not to come."

"Sori was suddenly called by the boss told to come immediately. There was an impromptu meeting with a client. This last night's inauguration?"

"Since the inauguration of the press conference, help me clean up, continue to have dinner with my employees as a celebration of the success of this inauguration event."

"But you are already a wife. You should be able to limit your activities."

"You forgot our prenuptial agreement? Article 1, paragraph 1, means that both parties must not restrict each other's activities. Besides I married you to fulfill your late mother's will asking you to marry me quickly."

"I remember that. You should still be ..."

I have no idea what Nalesha Wirayudha will say. Before he spoke at length times high times wide, I interrupted his words. "Stop! I'm tired. Go to the room first. We'll argue tomorrow."

After saying that sentence I dragged my feet into the room. Leaving Nalesha with her face increasingly bent.

***

At 7:15 I was ready to go to the office. However, before leaving, I drank STMJ - milk, ginger honey eggs - this was a mandatory drink in my family every morning.

Just gulping in half, my eyeball caught Nalesha's figure out of the room. "Morning, Naz. Are you going to your office?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Not breakfast yet?"

"Later in the office. Today there was a morning meeting with the editorial team."

He came up to me and sat down at the dinner table. "Naz, I think we need to talk now."

The glass I was holding, I put it on the table.

"Speak what else? Still about last night."

"Huft, if it's about that later. I'm in a hurry."

"Cannot. It must be now."

"Okay, five minutes."

"When do you think you keep going? We've been married for a year, but still gini-gini. I want another family look romantic. As for you, picnic is busy mulu."

"I told you, if you want more time with me, let's get into the company. That way you're always around me."

"Cannot. What people say try, there will be neighbors on the julid 'Nalesha turned out to be husband afraid of wife. Working as a subordinate in his wife's office."

"Yes, gini day still cares said people," my lips. "If you keep that up, just accept that our family is not like any other family."

A few seconds later, my phone rang. I hurried to get it out of my briefcase. I looked at the screen, incoming call on whatsapp. The Pimred AT Press.

"Good morning Miss Nazneen. So this morning's meeting?"

"So dong. I went to the office. Have the kids wait for it."

"okay."

Clik. Phone disconnected. I put the phone back in the bag. "Mas, I go to the office first huh. Waiting for employees. We'll talk about this again."

I hurriedly kissed Nalesha's hand. Although this marriage I run half-hearted, but in the article about marriage that I read, as a good wife every where need to kiss the hands of the husband first.