Miss Mudaku Half my Breath

Snotty Boy

The private room is not too spacious but looks neat and comfortable making Shanum no longer feel sultry, put a scarf on the back of the sofa.

But his eyes were perfectly rounded as his gaze fell on the figure who came and opened the door of the room.

"Auntie."

Shanum is stunned, so the luxury boutique belongs to a famous designer named Maharani, who is none other than the mother of Joy, Shanum's inner amazement.

Maharani smiled and reached out to Shanum.

"So this boutique belongs to aunty?"

Maharani nodded lightly.

Shanum nodded with an astonished face.

"Before I want to apologize to my aunt" Shanum said after sitting quietly again, then explained his point.

Maharani smiled at the reason for Shanum's arrival to her boutique, her admiration for the beautiful woman in front of her was clearly visible from the middle-aged woman's eyes.

A beautiful and rich woman but independent, not infrequently he met, if the average girl from the upper class has a spoiled nature and always lives a surrogate, but different from Shanum, the inner Maharani.

Although born from a wealthy family but his lifestyle is not striking by showing off his possessions.

Maharani looked at Shanum warmly, his memory glared far away to the country, where the beloved son now lives.

What are you doing right now, son, look next to this mommy, she's your half-breath woman, she's happy now, let her go, and come back with mommy.

"Tante did deliberately give you a gift, sorry aunt did not have time to say it directly yesterday, because you immediately left the boutique in a hurry" said Maharani.

Shanum looked at Maharani in disbelief, a beautiful and expensive dress given to her for free, her inner disbelief.

"But aunt, I can't accept it, it's too expensive and beautiful aunt" Shanum said.

Maharani smiled anxiously, indeed unable to lie to the smart woman before him.

Only with a glance already understand the quality of her dress.

Maharani deliberately chose the best dress to be given to Shanum.

"You bought a lot of clothes in this boutique, and as a token of gratitude, we always give one piece of clothes for free to our special customers" elak Maharani.

Shanum looked in disbelief at the beautiful woman before him.

"But for a gift it feels too good tan, you better trade it with another one that is not too expensive" Shanum's plain remark made Maharani laugh freely.

If other women would be happy to get an expensive gift and without thinking long to receive it, but Shanum is really a unique woman, maybe that is what makes his son love him so much.

"We certainly have considered the gifts we will love our customers" said Maharani kekeuh.

"Then, thank you aunt for the gift" Shanum said.

Maharani nodded slowly.

Not wanting to make her husband anxious because spending a long time in the mall makes Shanum have to go home soon.

"Aunty, I have to go home soon" he said softly.

"Oh do you have another appointment urging Mrs Shanum?"

Shanum was shocked to hear the call the famous designer had placed on him.

"Ah don't, don't call me that aunt, just call me Shanum, I'll be happy to hear it"

"Ah no no, how can I call you that is so disrespectful."

Maharani said nervously, even though the woman in front of him deserved to be his son but the big position in his possession made the Maharani could not consider her like other ordinary women.

"Tan, if my aunt refuses my request then I'm forced to return this dress."

The stern words Shanum spoke made the Maharani not wrinkle.

"B well ehm, may I ask to take a picture with you Sha?" tanya Maharani hesitated.

Both Shanum's eyes rounded happily, his smile rising and his head nodding surely.

Maharani eagerly took his device and pointed his phone towards his face which was now approaching towards Shanum to take a photo.

I don't know how many times he pressed the camera button with various styles.

After being satisfied to enjoy the company of his son's dream woman, Maharani finally let go of Shanum with a happy smile, at least he will send the photo to Joy so that her son knows that a girl who owns his first love is now living happily.

Shanum with a radiant face stepped out of the mall.

It was unimaginable in her mind that the beautiful dress she thought belonged to someone else now turned out to be hers.

Since the first time he saw the dress by the famous designer he had fallen in love.

The driver who looked at the rearview mirror also looked confused, the face of the young Madam looked more cheerful than when she left earlier, he thought.

Arriving at the mansion Shanum immediately cleansed her body, wanting to immediately try on the beautiful dress.

In the mirror her smile rose as she tried on the dress that the Maharani gave her.

Confidently, he stared at himself in front of the mirror.

Very comfortable in the body, he thought, his step he swung towards the bottom floor.

The aunt who was in the kitchen of the mansion was stunned, her eyes were amazed to look at their young Madam who was walking around her body.

"Bi how does this dress fit in my body?" shanum asked towards the aunt.

Aunty smiled and unconsciously clapped her small hands with jovial tiptoed legs.

"Suit very suitable.." he said with amazed eyes.

"Really bi?"

"Yes right"

"really"

Both of them looked towards the origin of the voice.

Rangga looked at the wife who was looking at herself with the Maharani gown.

"Darling you've come home?"

Rangga nodded and grabbed the wife's body and then kissed her forehead gently.

"There's a file left in my room, so I want to have lunch with you at home" Rangga said.

His eyes looked at the dress attached to the wife's body, a nude dress limited to the calf with an umbrella fashion and a low neck piece looks suitable for Shanum's clean white skin.

"Did you buy this dress?" ask Rangga briefly.

"Eummm" Shanum shook his head for sure.

Rangga knitted his brows.

"Then..where did you get this dress?"

"This is a gift from the boutique that I was shopping yesterday, they give free clothing gifts to customers who shop with large quantities in their boutiques" Shanum explained.

Rangga looked at the wife in disbelief, how could a boutique give expensive dresses for free just because it had been shopping a lot, he thought.

In view of the material and model of the dress, it must be worth a fairly draining bag, so it makes little sense if the expensive dress is given free, Rangga's mind covered in various questions.

"O yep, who is the owner of the boutique is dear, at least I should thank you for giving this beautiful dress for free to my beautiful wife." Rangga said while pinching Shanum's cheek.

"Most Auntie dear."

Kriik.

The mood suddenly quiet.

Rangga furrowed his eyebrows, it was like he had heard the name called the wife.

"It looks like my ears are familiar with that name" he said.

"Ehm she's Joy's mother" Shanum said in a soft voice.

Rangga stared at Shanum intensely.

"Joy, that snot kid who's crazy about you?"