I'm Not a Backup Womb

High School Friend

I'm not the Backup Rahim

The Part 242

Shift ended at 8 pm, I saw Aska mas wearing a jacket and jeans already leaned on the car, and played his phone there.

"You want to pick me up or do something?" my question is to approach him.

"I'm trying to pick up my wife" she replied, inserting her phone into her jacket pocket.

"Oh. soo sweet sekli." said I wiggled spoiled in his arms. My tiredness because of work was crisp when I saw the face tanpan and fresh in front of me.

"Don't be like this, look at your employees!" he said, I pushed and immediately let go of my hand from his shoulder when I realized that many eyes were looking at me, I turned my face fast, apparently at this time I lost control. So humiliate myself by acting like I'm a bucin.

I quickly got into the car before my embarrassment grew bigger and made my face turn red.

"Night sir, mom just got home?"greet security at the gate of the hospital, when the car passed the post.

"Yes, sir, good night, good work, spirit, I go home first." said Mas Aska as he drove his car slowly.

A few minutes after the trip, he stopped his car again at a hotel, making me instantly flabbergasted "Why are we going here?"

"I want a new atmosphere tonight" he replied casually.

"Can be after the reception later." a completely ridiculous answer again came out of my mouth.

He seemed to chuckle "I like it turns out you're sensitive to what I mean."

We went down, this time not a cafe anymore but headed to the receptionist to take the keys to the room we would occupy.

"Let's go in, baby" she said, holding my hand "oh.. Yes" I replied with a smile that I forced a little. Because honestly right now I'm really really hungry.

We walked down the hotel corridor, remembering the first time we met after Lidia's wedding. Here at the hotel for the first time we say the word miss as a married couple.

Krukka.. Our steps stopped when my stomach could not be compromised again began to react.

"Yes I forgot that my wife is very fond of eating." she said.

"It's not like that, but I haven't eaten at all, the last rice box from you was last day, and now it's 8pm so it's natural to be hungry." I argue.

He chuckles at my defense.

"Oh yes I even had a belom meal since breakfast this morning" he replied, I smiled shyly, smiling, I forgot that he only bought one lunchbox because his hunger had gone away from seeing the incoming message on my handphone.

"Yes, we've brought yuk, eat first." he exclaimed.

"What if there wasn't a dinner as special as dinner?" Ask me suddenly without a stale ado.

"If it's repeated again ngak special name, let's just eat it brought." Said again.

We finally went back downstairs again.

A restaurant that is also part of this hotel we entered, the place is quite large and luxurious, we sat at the back table. A romantic song sung so beautifully by a singer consisting of several men, with one vocalist who looks young and tanpan.

The waiter gave us a menu book. Mas Aska chose the menu very quickly, the choice is spaghetti and some snacks, then he again enjoyed music entertainment. I don't know what made him so interested in the entertainment that lies ahead at the moment.

While me? I adjust the Indonesian tongue, fried chicken balado along with white rice and a little snack of french fries into my choice, because for me has not eaten if there is no rice, that's who I am.

"You sing mas?" apparently, teasing.

"Huh, what's up?" surprised answer.

"Newly know me, if the doctor can melo and sing as well as it turns out." joked me later

"You can, no, it seems like I recognize the person on the stage, but I seem to have forgotten a little. Let's eat, cold hunt later." he replied turning his attention to the food that had been served for a few minutes but was fenced off.

We also immediately ate our dinner menu, because the worms in my stomach had thrashed to ask in the contents.

"Hallo, doctor, how are you, Doctor!"

Call a man who approaches the Aska mas and pat him on the shoulder. If it's not wrong, he's on stage. It surprised us so much.

Mas Aska looked over and seemed to be thinking something.

"forget? Sony." again.

"Oh Soni likes to play that band? How are you?" mas Aska said as he got up from his seat and extended his hand to the man.

"Yes like this, it's still okay Ted, when are you back in Indonesia?"

"A few days ago, it was great that you are now a real singer."

"Haha.. Still debating you are, uda So famous Doctor, USA graduate also." he said, his eyes now turned to me, I bow my head.

"New cewe you Ted? What other kids?" Whispers I can still hear. And again words that can catch my attention.

"Mom... She's my wife." explained Aska later

"Oh... Are you married to Ted? Great." he said

"I'm going to yuk's gig."

"No ah.. I forgot you guys."

"Ah.kamu don't go low on Ted's gini."

"Go away, I've completely forgotten." she said, does that mean she used to love singing? Could it? Sure didn't.

"Ok I went upstairs first huh." she said

With a smile, he sat down next to me. "That's my high school friend" he said.

"Who asked?" answer me

"Huh? Oh." he replied as he re-enjoiced the music that had started playing again.

Strange, that's what's on my mind right now, how maybe someone who has a stiff nature seems to like music.

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Thank you brother for stopping by and read my story, sorry if there is any wrong word😊

Oh yes kak want a work promo titled Forced to marry a mafia boss is no less scary too..