My Husband's a Wasted Child

On the way

Zayen was still sitting casually, while Afna threw her face outwards. Afna was still a little annoyed at the attitude of Zayen who arrived indifferent and ordinary.

"Sorry sir, and Miss .. Is there anything I can help you with?" ask one of the officers.

"I ask, do the perfect treatment for him. Don't let anything get scratched. If you and the other servants make a mistake, then I'm ready to report to fire all the employees here." Zayen replied slightly glaring, himself as if gesturing for the officer.

"Good, Sir. I will do with the best quality, we will not disappoint him."

"Good, choose clothes that are quite simple. At least it still looks beautiful despite its simple clothes." Pinta Zayen.

"We'll choose according to your request."

Afna who listened to him suddenly put on a sour face, whether because of what problems to make Afna still feel annoyed with her husband.

"Now that you follow this waiter into the treatment room, I will return after the waiter calls me. Don't worry, I won't run."

"I don't want to, you will definitely meet another woman. Must be the owner of this boutique, I can't believe it."

'Tuh, right .. I'm sure of him. Surely he wants a meeting with another woman, proof that he wants to leave this place. I'm sure, surely the owner of this treatment as well as this boutique belongs to his lover. The proof alone, all bowed respectfully. Not even acknowledging me as his wife, he just did not mention that I am his wife.' His murmur clucked irritably while feeling the massage.

Zayen suddenly widened his eyes when his wife accused him of making a deal with another woman.

"Who will have a meeting with another woman, have you been gil*a. I already had a wife, meeting another woman. Lack of work, not important."

"I want you to wait here, period."

Zayen followed upset, finally he had to follow the will of his wife. Eventually they will get out of that place.

"All right, so you can believe I'll be waiting for you here."

"Thank you, I believe in you." At once, Afna's face returned. Afna no longer put up her sour face, even a touch of bi*bir with Zayen who is past even Afna no longer realize it.

"Let's go, Miss .." One of the servants helped Afna to get into the treatment room. While Zayen was still sitting in his original place relaxed, he while playing a cellphone while waiting for his wife felt long enough in the treatment room.

After feeling that it had been a while, Zayen immediately went to the male salon. He wants to make his appearance. Although his hair was still shaggy, it did not look messy at least. Zayen has not cut his hair on purpose because of something he is keeping secret.

While Afna still enjoy massage that makes her relax.

"Mom, you can ask no."

"Please, Miss ..."

"Areally who owns this grooming and boutique, Ma'am?" ask Afna curious.

"This place the owner's been kept a secret, miss. In fact, I myself do not know who the owner is." The answer is as quiet as possible, so that the truth is not known. If it is revealed, all other employees will be fired. You won't even be able to apply for work elsewhere.

"Oooh, I guess the woman who sits sweetly in the Boutique."

"Oooh, he's just like me. Only, he works in the boutique. If we're a lot of customers, he's helping us out here, too."

"I think she's the owner, because she looks beautiful."

"That's it, mbak. Very hidden beaming its owner, so curious to know who it belongs to. If only I knew him. I'll work here, I want to add income." He said while enjoying his massage.

'For what Miss is looking for a job, even while sleeping the money will be collected. Unfortunately, Miss must feel the feeling of being married to an ordinary person.' He smiled without the other's knowledge.

After taking a long time, now Afna has finished doing the treatment. Afna began to make her face look pale, while Afna just sorted without comment.

Unwittingly by Afna, Zayen is now standing while resuscitating his body near the door. Zayen noticed the appearance of his wife who turned out to look very beautiful despite only wearing simple clothes. Zayen is really satisfied with the result, and his quality is not in doubt.

Slowly, Zayen stepped up to approach Afna who was still focused in front of the mirror.

"perfect." Zayen said behind Afna, bowing his body and speaking near Afna's ear.

Afna was shocked by her making, she really did not expect if the husband was behind her.

Afna was still focused in front of the mirror, seeing the appearance of her husband who looked different from before.

Although it still looks longish, but does not make it look spooky. In fact, Zayen still looks handsome. With a thin brew belonging to her husband, Afna just smiled without anyone knowing it.

"Are you ready?" asked Zayen who was still bowing his body.

"Of course, I'm ready to go."

"alright. Come on, I'm a sling." Take him who is now beside his wife.

Afna just nodded, hinting that she agreed to be held by her husband.

All the maids bowed their heads again, saluting Zayen and Afna as they left the place. While one of the employees was carrying a tool in the form of a buffer stick belonging to Afna to the front of the car.

"Open the car door," Zayen ordered one of the parking attendants who had received orders from Zayen earlier.

Afna was astonished, when she saw her husband easily telling people.

'Actually what's with this man, from earlier there are always many people who submit to him.' He murmured who still could not believe it.

Once in the car, both of them put their seat belts on.

Zayen drove his car at a moderate speed, while Afna was still confused by the strange events that had passed him.

"Why not ride a bike, I don't like you prestigious. I'm more comfortable riding a motorcycle with you, than riding in your friend's car."

"You take it easy, just for today I borrowed a car. Because I don't want you to miss riding the bike, that's all."

"Promise, tomorrow you don't need to borrow your friend's car. I don't like it, I prefer what it is. Even the tail motor."

"Yes, yes .. tomorrow I won't repeat it again. This is the last time I'll borrow Viko's car."

"Don't make promises, but you have to remember."

"Alright," Zayen replied, looking at Afna. The two are now looking at each other, and I don't know what the two remember when they look at each other. Only Afna and Zayen imagined it.