Lover (Brain) Halal

GM Wife

Dira closed his mouth with one hand, holding a smile. "It's a habit, anyway." He walked up to the face on the chair and put it on. While Alza frowned, walking closer to the mirror located near the closet. Their room is quite spacious, measuring 3 m x 4 m. One medium-sized bed, a wardrobe, a drawer table and a plastic chair make for plenty of free space.

"Lack of where?" Alza said slowly while paying attention to appearance.

"So no prayer? It's six o'clock." Dira's voice made him look. Confusion has not been resolved. Never mind, later. He also approached his wife. Stand in front and begin to perform the Fajr prayer.

Alza is not a man who is blind to religion. When he was twelve years old he entered the pesantren. Yeah, it was when her mom was still around. However, after her mother's departure she changed. Papa's speech is only considered like the last wind. Now, he wants to start all together with Dira.

"Thank you for visiting in my life" Alza said as they finished their prayers. He extended a hand to Dira.

Dira smiled, happy this morning. May it be forever. Slowly Dira took her husband's hand and kissed him. "Thank you too, Mommy."

"Thank you for what?" Alza raised her eyebrows.

Dira mendehem, "Thank you for being my prayer priest this morning, and ...." He hung up his sentence until it made Alza stare seriously.

"Thank you for choosing me." He hurriedly got up, was about to take off his face and go to the kitchen.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Dira sat back down as his hand was pulled. Not in the tapestry, but in the lap of Alza. Their eyes locked on each other. Alza's left hand restrained Dira's back, while Alza's right hand slowly lifted, caressing Dira's cheek with a glaring smile.

"I should have done that. You were my wife yesterday, today, and forever."

Alza's narrative makes Dira's heart beat great. He swallowed the saliva by force. The cheeks are warming, definitely red. Although he had looked at him several times, but still Dira felt strange. Maybe it was love that made it all so.

"Mas .. I want to cook," said Dira slowly.

"Gee!" The man let go of his left hand. Dira's body fell backwards.

"Loof."

"Heh, how did it fall, anyway?" Alza tried to help by extending a hand. However, Dira was already annoyed immediately brushed aside rudely. He got up by himself, patting his face.

Without a word he took off his face, put it back on the chair. She breezed out without seeing her husband, her mouth tightly closed.

"Dear, sorry." While in the doorway can still be heard, said sorry Alza, but not digubris. Let it go, who told you to make him fall. It doesn't hurt, but it's embarrassing.

***

Breakfast was served, as usual Alza's favorite fried rice. Dira wants to call her husband. He jumped in shock as Alza stood behind him.

"You took a shower, gih. Keep dancing the beautiful ones. We're going to the office" he said then passed to the bathroom.

"To-to the office?"

"Yes, I want to get to know you to all the employees in the office." Alza's voice echoed in the bathroom.

Dira was wide with his mouth open. He had been to Mahendra's office, but not many knew him. Now Alza wants to introduce him to everyone there. Duh, groggy of course later.

"Hurry, what time is it? Entar's late."

"Astagfirefull!" Dira holds the chest, surprised by Alza's presence. The man had finished his bath, he was only wrapped in a yellow towel.

"Yes, yes" replied Dira. He went into the room, took his clothes.

Ten minutes passed, Alza was done getting ready. He sat down in the dining room chair. Every now and then he glanced at the bathroom door, his wife for a long time.

"Dira! Little hurry!" Alza shouted while spooning the fried rice to the plate.

"It's spooky." Dira's voice made Alza look up. He was silent to see the appearance of his wife. It's stunning! The woman was wearing a light blue robe made from balotelli. Fabric that has a shiny texture and lines. Dira likes balotelli because it is not hot when used. Meanwhile, balotelli fabric fibers have a decent density level. Balotelli cloth is falling and limp until although thick, fairly light when worn. Not only that, balotelli cloth is not easily tangled.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Dira stared doubtfully at his clothes.

Alza. "No. Really long!" He turned around, and began to feed a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth. Unbeknownst to Dira, Alza smiled slightly. There is nothing wrong, there is so beautiful. He can't wait to show people how lucky he is to marry that woman.

Falling in love cannot choose. He can be present to anyone, and at any time.

***

What Dira thought was really reality. His heart pounded, his body trembling as Alza began introducing him as his wife, the GM of the Mahendra family.

"Well, that's pretty. Soha again."

"Yes, really. Not like his girlfriend, sexy and no manners."

"Great acceleration!"

"Beautiful!"

Such are the words of employees after the completion of the introduction. Dira had time to gawk at hearing some rumors that were thrown for Claudia. Did all the employees know that woman? Dira biting his lips, I don't know how it felt. Claudia is still a girlfriend has been introduced, while she has been a wife for a month.

"Come, comein!" Alza nodded and then clasped his hand.

"Gee!" Dira flinched, pulling his hand apart."Em, yes."

Alza smiled, returning to his wife's hand. Gently peeled. "Don't let go, there's a lot of insects here."

He blushed, embarrassed. There were still some people staring at them. Alza spread her gaze in all directions, then patted her forehead softly.

"Come, ah."

They walked to the Alza's room. Dira's lips incessantly smiled and said inwardly, "For the first time, I don't have to try to be happy because when I'm with you it just happens."

From behind the exit of a woman wearing a sepaha dress. He smiled with his hands closed. He was shaking his hair, everything was happening before his eyes. "We'll see where your beautiful story is. Oops!" He covered his mouth with his index finger. "It's not beautiful, but it's a poor story. I Claudia will never be silent as long as what I want has not been achieved."

The woman flicked her finger, exclaiming gleefully, "Aha! It can all start with the little things."

Claudia reached into her sling bag pocket, taking out the key once taken from Alza's room. Walking into a room. However, his steps came to a halt as a hand patted his shoulder.

"Gawat .. I got caught." He closed his eyes. Slowly turn around to see who caught him.

"Why what?"

Claudia opened her eyes slowly, then glared. "You!"