My husband is crazy at work

Episode 20's

After that he runs his car to Dhika's office. He went straight to the receptionist to ask permission to enter Dhika's room. Nisa is welcome to wait in the lobby like her usual.

It looks like Max is carrying food Siapji walking towards Nisa.

“halo ma'am, still remember me” said max smiled at Nisa. Max is stunned to see Nisa's different hair. The half-tied hair made her look like a princess. Real pretty.

“ha..halo” says Nisa. He was a little awkward because max was a silent witness “kemesraan” Nisa and Dhika in the car. max

also the man who had seen Nisa was crying out of humiliation

“mom want to meet Mr Dhika? Let me take you. Don't wait here. I'm his wife.” Take Max to Nisa. Nisa was walking beside Max. He walked through the receptionist. Mbak2 the receptionist guard was curious as to who Nisa's figure was. The reason is already 2 times dIa met directly with the presidir. This time Max drove her.

In the elevator, Nisa reveals the reason she can't go straight to Dhika's room.

“um, tan secretary, I can't say it to the receptionist. He introduced me to others as

cousin” says Nisa slowly

“apa? Cousin?” max astonished. Crazy, saucy gini Only dIanggep cousin. Just make me boss.

“i. yes. And I don't want to be called mother. I'm still 21 years” said Nisa mali shy

“ah, sorry. This is because of my habit of calling pa Dhika by the name of sir. Well I'll call you non Nisa. Hehe” said sweet. But in his heart max was extremely envious of his boss. Bosses

dapet leaves young beautiful, white, fragrant, smooth. Won a lot of this boss.

“non? Call name also not what what”

Crazy innocent wife boss. I can be beaten if I call it by name. Yesterday, the boss swerved non Nisa.

I was clear that the boss ciinta died.” he said in an anxious heart

“mummon name may not be non. All right, we've arrived. I lived in non Nisa. My

hungry hehe, haven't eaten lang.” He said casually while shaking2 the food he held.

“well, thank you Mr. secretary”

Max resigned himself back to his room.

Nisa knocked on the door of the president nervously. He is afraid of interfering with Dhika's work.

Tok.dok..

“includ” Dhika's

Nisa opened the doorknob slowly. He sees Dhika busy with her laptop. Dhika looks very focused.

“mas, have you eaten?”

“bud”

“i bring food, mas eat first ya”

Dhika is happy to hear Nisa being noticed. But if Dhika is at work, he hates being disturbed. Till the time

this, Nisa has not been her priority. He had to work extra to raise the name of his company again even though now the name of the company Dhika already famous throughout Indonesia.

“you don't see I'm busy?” dhika said coldly

Nisa was a little disappointed by Dhika's reply. He sat on the sofa in Dhika's room. Nisa ended up storing the food on the table in front of her.

An hour more passed. Nisa also looked back to Dhika rah. He is still focused on his work. Nisa is worried

pad Dhika's. He was afraid that Dhika would get sick again. He had just returned home from a trip abroad and had not had enough rest.

Nisa ventured to Dhika at her desk, fearing that Dhika was actually scolded

there, but Nisa is more afraid that Dhika will get sick worse.

Nisa is already near Dhika, Dhika has yet to care about her. He still writes some important documents. Nisa felt ignored directly touching Dhika's cheeks. Left cheek and then right cheek. Nisa also touched hahi Dhika. He did it to make sure he was still feverish or not. Eventually, Dhika stopped her job.

“mas.. mas should eat siang, mas body is still warm. You have to stay healthy to work hard

this” Nisa still holds Dhika's cheek

“you don't see me busy, Nisa aksani damar?” Dhika takes Nisa's hand which still lands on her cheek. It

keep Nisa's hand away from her face

“iya but mas should eat”

“I do not like to be disturbed when I work” He Turns his face back to the laptop

“mas...” Nisa worried. But Nisa's expression was very cute. Dhika couldn't hold him back. Dhika has surrendered

“you bribe me. And don't disturb my work”

Whahuh? A bribe? But I brought sundanese cooking, ah akua da idea, I just give my spaghetti. But, me too

want to eat spaghetti." Crying Nisa in the heart

“fast or I change my mind” said Dhika briefly

“I don't want that. I smelled the smell of Sundanese cooking. That's more palatable” Dhika protest

“ta but mas ask in bribe kan” Nisa shy

“iya fast or not at all”

Nisa quickly changed the menu. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands clean, because he knew Sundanese food was eaten by hand. Nisa is getting closer to Dhika.

He also opened his food. Sundanese cuisine makes Dhika even more hungry.

“mas this. aa...” said Nisa told Dhika to open her mouth, Dhika also ate her. Nisa is ashamed because

his hand touched Dhika's knee.

Dhika is still working, Nisa doesn't want to bother her. But lama2 Nisa achy must feed her husband by standing up. He twisted 2 feet so as not to ache. Dhika realized that.

“sudah” Dhika's

“no mas chair, I can't carry that big sofa2.”

“sudah” Dhika's word while patting2 his thighs. He told Nisa to sit on his lap.

“But mas.”

Dhika directly grabbed Nisa's waist. Nisa pu fell on Dhika's lap. Nisa's red face was clearly visible because her half-strapped hair was powerless to resist embarrassment. His chest raced like he had run around monas.

“mas I heavy. I just stand up” Dhika hold the handle Nisa. As if not to fulfill Nisa's wish

“continue” Dhika's word to continue eating her rice

Because it is difficult to operate the lapotop, Dhika takes his ipad and returns to reading something that is not

understood Nisa. Nisa is only resigned to feed Dhika until the food runs out.

After the food runs out Nisa gives Dhika a drink and wipes Dhika's mouth with tissue. Nisa asked for permission

to get off Dhika's lap but Dhika does not agree.

“mas I want to wash my hands”

Dhika who feels Nisa is talking too much immediately takes Nisa's hand full of rice. Dhika licks one

stick Nisa's fingers together until there's no leftover food.

Nisa amused and creeped. I don't know what Dhika thinks. But Nisa can only obey.

Every now and then Dhika sniffed Nisa's neck. Dhika wondered why her little woman was so fragrant. Dhika feels comfortable there is Nisa nearby. Dhika also leaned her chin on Nisa's shoulder.

Due to the ache, Nisa's one hand embraces the back of Dhika's waist. Nisa also felt the same comfort of being that close to Dhika.

But, Before long Max entered the room without knocking on the door. Nisa is shocked and she spontaneously descends from

dhika's lap

“max, did you forget manners?” dhika said in a low tone. It seemed that an angry aura was within him.

“anu. sorry sir, this is a woman looking for a father. He forced and He has arrived dissi..”.

“saying why I got in. Just be right. Your office service is very unacquainted with girlfriends

presidir”

dia is asya. Dhika's current boyfriend although never considered. Asya sees Nisa's whereabouts beside Dhika. Making fun of it seems like Nisa was considered special by Dhika

“want you came here”

“saying I want to talk seriously” aysa holds Dhika's hand and occasionally hugs her

Dhika instantly turned off his laptop and ipad. He wants to hold his assya out so that there is no commotion in the

his office, Dhika is well aware of his stubborn character. Asya is happy that Dhika left her job. Asyapun increasingly embraces the friendly Dhika.

“saying where are we going?” ask asya mesra

“somewhere quiet. There's only you and I” (when the goal is for no one to hear their talk)

“ah dear has long since not met more romantic” said asya geliat in the chest Dhika.

“you wait here” Dhika's word to Nisa. Nisa just looked down without saying anything. Anywhere out Together

asshaa. On the other hand, Max just stared dumbly at the behavior of his boss who was barbaric. How dare he dHe dua non Nisa beautiful like a daughter of an angel with aunty girang kaya that. Max in the heart.

Nisa was left alone in that big room. Every now and then he looked towards the transparent window looking at the sky

cloudy.

His heart was wounded, not because of Dhika's fault, he blamed himself who had hoped.

I'm afraid the feeling of my courage in waiting for you is slowly disappearing. I don't trust myself. I

fear of meaning “pantas”. Because I'm actually trying to be better for you, Mas Radhika.