My Husband is Complimentary

Episode 12's

Tonight, Irsyad and I will attend the dinner invitation from Mr. Juna. I wear a bottle green knee-length dress, my favorite color. I looked at my reflection in the big mirror, and then I smiled.

I am so beautiful this me. I commend myself, for Irsyad does not necessarily say that. I saw her smiling face behind me, her face was very clearly visible from the mirror.

"Depart now yuk? We'll go home later." Take him while embracing my waist.

I dropped my lips, my guess is true. Irsyad doesn't praise me at all. Huh I was upset, even very upset!

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Our car has been in Mr. Juna's yard. I can tell you this is not a house, but a palace.

The pillars that stand firm, with a touch of white, this palace of master Juna is really elegant. Mas Irsyad pressed the bell, once, twice, the door was not yet open.

Irsyad's hand was still hanging to squeeze the bell a third time, but we heard someone walking towards the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Say us, smiling.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" he answered.

"Come please come in, my husband is waiting." Take him and open the door wide.

We also entered the house of Mr. Juna.

It's really amazing for someone like me. Large and beautiful jars are neatly displayed in every corner of the house. Not to mention the ornamental flowers that are on each side of his house.

A large glass cabinet welcomed my arrival. In the closet there are a lot of knick-knacks from ceramics, very beautiful.

It didn't feel like we were in the dining room. There was a delicious meal at the big table in front of me.

"Syad, I don't think you're coming." Greet her while gently hitting my husband's shoulder.

His gaze turned to me, I felt awkward getting his gaze.

"I won't break your promise" my husband replied.

"This is my wife Sir, her name is Raina." Said my husband, looking up at me.

"I'm Raina, sir." I said as I reached out to him. We shake hands.

"Astagfirullah, why do I always suudzon about Mr. Juna." Betistighfar.

"Thank God, God is so good that he made her my wife."

That was my husband's answer. I thought he would praise me so much in front of his boss.

"Oh yes, this is my wife Adiya." We met each other while shaking hands.

Mba Adiya was so beautiful and graceful, anyone who looked at her would definitely be mesmerized.

Especially with her appearance tonight, wearing a black knee-length dress, with a small pearl on the top adds to the aura of beauty Mba Adiya radiating.

Look at her smile, I like her so much. It's worth it, Mr. Juna married her.

We are welcome to sit on the chairs, and start this dinner soon. Sometimes Adiya asked me a few questions.

While the Irsyad talk about work with Mr. Juna. I accidentally met Mr. Juna.

I shuddered in horror at his strange gaze. Immediately I turned my face away, but Adiya was still faithful with a spoon and fork in her hand.

I looked at their faces one by one, they seemed to be enjoying this very strange dinner for me.

I don't know! I was confused myself, why I felt so uncomfortable like this. Anyway, my mind was always bad about my husband's boss.

"Rai, please add. I cooked a lot for a special guest tonight." Adiya's words surprised me.

I smiled faintly, I was confused as to how. My appetite disappeared instantly, when I saw the strange gaze of Mr. Juna.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you. But I'm full. The food is so good." Praise pleasantries.

Ah but not just a pleasantries, the food is indeed very delicious.

"Don't call me Madam, Rai. Call Diya aja."

"Or call Mba aja, so that I feel like a brother," he said cheerfully.

I just smiled while nodding. There's no harm, is there, accepting the offer?