Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 4
Naina kisses the back of her husband's hand on the porch, driving the man to pick up his sustenance today. As usual, after that Naina will be given a kiss on the forehead and head. A sign of love that can not be measured how big on Naina, the wife.
“Mas to office. Don't be naughty at home,” whispered Wira, clutched tightly Naina, still not willing to take off.
“Nai is not a child anymore, Mas.” The pretty face was frowning, always not liking to be treated like a cute baby.
From the beginning of the acquaintance until marriage, the treatment of the Hero remains the same. In her eyes Naina was always adorable. In her eyes Naina was like a snot boy. Maybe because of her cute posture with a baby face, Naina is always treated like a High School girl. But all five years have passed. Naina is now 22 years old. And Wira, it's been 27 years.
“Mas love you. Love you so much, Nai,” whispered Wira, letting go of her embrace.
The man ran to his car, still had time to wave his hand before getting into his car.
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The hero is still struggling with the pile of work on his desk. For five years he has been running his family's company. PW Group, a company engaged in property, with several subsidiaries spread in several major cities, on the island of Java. Since his marriage to Naina, his father gave the company to Wira.
When it was almost lunchtime, Wira was still busy playing with a pen in her hand, doodling financial statements that she considered questionable. Too serious about his work, Wira was surprised when the door of his study was opened violently.
“Mas!” call Stevi, the secretary of the Hero, a little hard, trying to distract his superior.
“Hmmm.” The hero only mumbled softly, not a single bit to take his eyes off.
“Mas!!” pekik Stevi was getting annoyed when ignored.
“What Stev? What do you need again? Please remember, we're in the office. Call me like other employees call me!” pinta Hero.
“Mas, it's lunchtime. We had lunch outside. Tired of eating in the cafeteria. You know, I need enough nutrition for Nola,” Stevi, a little softened. The secretary walked over, approaching. Standing right next to the Hero's desk.
“I still have a lot of work Stev. You can eat alone today,” said Wira, still remain serious with his work.
Hearing the reply of the Hero, the annoyance that had subsided this time re-emerged.
“Mas, work can be resumed after lunch. I'll help you work on it. You don't forget, my expertise in accounting.” Stevi reminded.
“Cause, Mas,” rayu Stevi, grabbed the hand of the Hero who was still holding the pen and squeezing it slowly.
“Stev, please,” firmly Wira, raise his gaze this time.
“Please order lunch for me. Today I did not eat out,” firmly Wira, staring at his hand that Stevi held.
Stevi could only stomp in annoyance. Hurriedly taking off his hands. The meaning of the Wira's gaze was enough to represent the wishes of the young director and his superior.
He has known Wira since he was in High School, after which they still continue to study at the same university. What he did not know about Viras. Stevi knows the inner hero. Especially after completing college, Stevi applied for the company Wira family.
Although initially only as an ordinary staff. In his second year, Stevi was hired as secretary director. Since then, they have not been separated. In fact, not infrequently Stevi had to go out of town to accompany Wira who was his best friend and superior.
Stevi's best friend and secretary is Wira's right-hand man. He has mastered a lot about the company. His intelligence has helped many Wira to get projects of fantastic value. But later their relationship became complicated.
“Mas delay. There was never time for me,” Stevi lamented.
“Stev, already. I'm tired of your whining, Stev. Get out of my room now. You can come in, if I call you!” decalogue.
Stevi walked out of the director's room with a sullen face snorting in annoyance repeatedly. His feet froze on the spot, when he saw from a distance the beautiful figure of ayu-faced who was walking with her sparkle, carrying a box of food supplies.
“Naina ..” Speak softly, blinking her eyes repeatedly. Make sure his views are not wrong.
“Just Wira refused me. It turns out that he was waiting for this woman!” grouse Stevi in heart.
“Good afternoon, Madam,” greet Stevi, trying to smile sweetly, although disappointed more dominates her feelings. But he should be as professional as possible. Don't want the secret and the Hero exposed for now, at least not yet.
“Stev, my husband is inside?” ask Naina. His heart skipped a beat holding back the nervousness. She wanted to surprise her husband, Wira. Hope her husband will be happy with her visit this time.
“There, Mistress. Please.” Stevi was still trying to endure the rumbling turmoil within her chest. Let the wife of the owner of the company go inside.
The hero who was still preoccupied with his file, again upset when the door of the room opened. Without raising his eyes and ascertaining who had entered, the man had already nagged.
“Why so stubborn? I told you to get out of my room!” wira said he was still busy making graffiti to correct data that he thought was wrong.
“Mas,” great-grandson Naina almost cried. The hero never treated him rudely. Let alone being rude, just speak so softly.
“Nai, you came Darling.” The stiff face softened, a sweet smile approaching his wife.
Still with a sour look, Naina reached for her husband's hand, slowly peeling the back of the man's hand. Habits that have been ingrained since the beginning of marriage. This little thing is the one that makes Virus crazy about his wife.
“Impard Mas. Earlier Mas thought Stevi,” was clear Wira, grabbed Naina's body and hugged her tightly.
“If Mas doesn't like it, Nai comes home now,” said Naina, with her pouting face.
“Nai ... It's wrong people. Don't be angry again,” persuade Wira, lightly tasting lips that are pouting. Signaling Naina was sulking at him.
“Do not get angry again.”
With a single jolt the tiny body was already floating, along with Naina's surprised scream.
“Mas...” Naina screeched, suddenly already in the sling of Wira.
“Let Nai, Mas. Later your lunch is a mess,” protest Naina.
The tiny body landed on the desk. Sitting comfortably in the lock of both arms of the Hero on the left and right sides.
“Nai brought Mas lunch?” ask the hero, smile.
“Yes, but if Mas doesn't like it, Nai comes home now.”
“Eits .. Mas wife if pout more sweet,” woo Wira, pinched Naina's pointy nose.
“What cook's nai?” asked the Hero, took over the stock box, hurriedly opened it.
His smile grew when he found a complete chicken soto with hot rice in it.
“Nai cook by yourself? Not to the boutique today?” asked Wira, immediately feed a spoonful of rice with soto sauce into his mouth.
“Tadi mornin' to the boutique for a bit. Lately the boutique is a little quiet, Mas. Maybe because the stock of goods is also almost exhausted.”
“Oh yes. Does that mean Nai has to fly again? Mas singles again,” chirps Wira.
“Gombal!” naina smiled.
Mas, later in the afternoon we go to the place of mama huh. Long time no visit them,” proposed Naina.
“Hmmm,” muttered Wira, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of his wife. Prepare to eat special soto rice made by Naina that is second to none.
“Nai already ate?” ask the hero again.
“Still full, Mas.”
“Mau Mas bribe?” bargain for Hero again.
Naina shakes. “Nai only brings a little for Mas ration only. Nai has started to get fat, meaning Nai has to diet,” said Naina, smiling.
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