Jum Wo Ai Ni

Suggestion

"Where, done?" dylan asked as he rubbed the nape of his neck that felt heavy.

"Yes is arguably in order, but not yet completely clean Boss," Raka replied casually.

Dylan frowned, looking at the assistant sitting together in his room.

"meaning?"

Raka shrugged her shoulders, putting down the new coffee cup she had tipped.

"Maybe he'll still be looking for you, I don't think he'll give up. You told me to withdraw all the facilities you provided, whereas he lives only with it, he depends entirely on you Mr. Dylan," Raka replied in a satirical tone.

"Huh, I don't care about that woman. There's more to it than that" Tukas Dylan.

"You know my wife is very strange, I bought her a bag and some jewelry, but she was angry" Dylan lamented.

In recent days, Dylan has given gifts to Juminten, in addition to a rose which has been his duty since they were married.

Raka raised one eyebrow, then laughed at Dylan's frustrated face.

"Do you want me to fire! not a solution but laugh."

"Sorry." Raka rubbed the reminiscing water on the corner of her eyes.

"You're too funny. You consider all women to be as mature as your ex, Young Madam is much different from him. Lady simple woman who doesn't look upon treasure but your heart and intention."

Dylan actually did not like to hear Raka praise his wife, but what the man said was true. He always bought bags, jewelry, and other branded items if he wanted to melt Jessica's heart. Dylan thought all women would like such things.

"My heart and intentions are clear, I love him and intend to make Juminten happy. Is something wrong?"

Raka rolled his eyes panted, Dylan was still a layman about the simple human life of his class and Juminten. Raka can understand him, because indeed Dylan has never lived hard. Life is always guaranteed with the best.

"You need advice from me."

"What?"

Raka shifted her body closer, whispering something that made Dylan's smile expand.

"Are you sure my wife will like it?"

"100 percent," answered Raka steadily.

"Okay, if this works. Your bonus this month I'll double!"

Raka grinned, she rubbed her hands together happily.

Dusk began to say hello, orange tinge coloring the sky Surabaya. Dylan deliberately went home early today, the man couldn't wait to do the advice from Raka. Whistling happily, Dylan drove up his car.

Arriving home, Dylan rushed down. The aroma of his beloved wife's cooking, smelled when Dylan entered the house.

"What cooking? it looks so good." Dylan wrapped his hands around Juminten's slender waist.

"Jeez Dy, surprise you! Enter the house greetings first cake, not nyelonong enter so!" juminten was upset.

"Yes .. Yes Sorry. Assalamualaikum my wife," she said with a closed kiss on Juminten's cheek.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, the clock is coming home?" ask Juminten in a softer tone.

"Pengenngajak you grave night outside," replied Dylan as he spoiled on the wife's shoulder.

"Lha kok impromptu gini anyway, I've cooked you know. Then this is how if we eat outside," complained Juminten, upset he elbowed dylan's stomach upset.

However, the man did not budge and further tightened his hands.

"I just thought about it, can we save it for tomorrow? or we give it to the security guard in front. It's okay, right?"

"We give to the security guard only from the redoubt. I'll get you some water to shower." Juminten moved out of the kitchen with Dylan holding his hand.

"Mandiin" whined Dylan.

"Handen yourself, that's great too! I'm gonna get ready, too."

"Hem," muttered Dylan with a lowered head.

"Pake regular clothes, which is important you are comfortable," order before entering the bathroom.

"Pants and t-shirts?" ask her with a frown.

"Yes my wife, it's as comfortable as you." Dylan winked a spoiled eye.

Dylan was ready with a black shirt and a small sling bag, while Juminten wore a white T-shirt with a pink jacket.

"Kok wear it anyway, can you change your trousers?"

Dylan was surprised when he saw his wife wearing a short jeans skirt.

"Why? not pretty, right?" tanya Juminten turned back with a face that was bent sour.

"No, it's not. You're pretty, but I don't want you to catch a cold. I want to pinch your bike, get us out for a walk" Dylan replied quickly.

"Pake bike? you sure?" Dylan nodded steadily.

Juminten was finally changed with jeans, to make it easier when piggybacked.

Breeze cold night, not dampen the spirit of people to enjoy the city of Surabaya. No exception Juminten and Dylan, the motorbike they were riding on drove quite fast. Making the cold even more pronounced, Juminten tightened his embrace, making Dylan smile triumphantly.

After a long drive, they arrived at a night hawker center. Dylan immediately parked his motorbike, the two of them walking with their hands clutched together.

Juminten without sparkling, see the many types of snacks sold there.

Dylan slightly lowered his head, likening his height to that of his wife. "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm confused, there are so many choices," Juminten replied happily, he did not expect Dylan to take him to a place like this.

"Buy whatever you want."

Juminten turned his head, looking at Dylan with a happy face.

"Can?" Dylan nodded with a smile.

"Thank you." Juminten kissed the husband's cheek, before approaching the stall that sold threaded potatoes.

The woman was so enthusiastic about buying all the food that she thought was delicious, or strange. Dylan just tailed behind, paying and carrying the snacks he had bought. Fortunately, Raka reminded Dylan to bring cash. If there was no way he would be confused to pay, Dylan was not the type of person who liked to carry cash.

After satisfied shopping, they also choose to sit on a mat that is deliberately provided there. Stir-potatoes, batagor, egg rolls, baked pentol, ice boba, baby crab, toast and a few more foods that Dylan did not know his name. Juminten opened the batagor and began to eat it.

"Nake?" ask Dylan.

Juminten simply nodded as his mouth was very full. Dylan smiled at Juminten who looked so happy. Dylan picked up the toast and started eating it, the man looked around.

Many people come there, with a partner or family. Dylan's eyes were fixed on a young married couple with their toddler son, they were sitting not far from Dylan's place.

The toddler looked at Dylan, the slender man waving with a smile. The girl laughed, showing her teeth.

"That's funny, yeah" said Dylan.

Juminten looked at Dylan, and he smiled.

" Not to be envious. Seven months, you have your own." Dylan turned to listen to Juminten.