My wife Little Child

Chapter 44

Thursday afternoon, 16:35 WIB.

Dira grabbed a cup in the hanging cupboard in the kitchen. Then began to pour her husband's favorite milk coffee into the cup. And brew hot water into it, then stir it evenly.

"Mas..this is milk coffee," said Dira stepped towards the middle room where Fahri was focusing on doing work on his laptop as usual. He immediately put a cup of milk coffee made on the table in the middle room, precisely next to Fahri's laptop.

"Hmmm, yes thank you, my dear." said Fahri remained focused on his activities.

Dira sat down next to her husband, "Mas..."

"Mm, why, honey?"

"Np... Come on, said Mas Fahri want anterin I find a dress for the event on Saturday...? It's Thursday now, honey." Dira's sulk is spoiled with a sling on her husband's arm.

Fahri inevitably stopped his activities, then turned his attention to the wife. "Yes Dear... Yaudah in 15 minutes... The responsibility of Mas. It's over soon" he said softly.

"Judek... But the promise is not for long." said Dira whose lips have begun to advance a few inches.

"Yes... Da... But yeah, it's normal lips, too, honey... Ask to be kissed the next time it's lips,"

Dira glared, "Iihhh, Mas...!" wringing him while pinching Fahri's arm.

Fahri grimaced as he stared mischievously at his wife, "Jaudah, yes... Yehudah, you are ready. You like the old dress,"

Finally Dira's eyes twinkled, "Okeeehhhh, Sayangkuuu." then with a spirit he half ran towards the room.

Fahri chuckled softly while shaking his head.

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After getting ready for almost 20 minutes, Dira came out of the room. Wearing a Korean-style dress suit, with knee length made of cotton and Korean velvet, and peach-colored.

"See.yuk. Dira was ready," he shouted loudly as he walked back to the middle room.

Fahri saw that he was reinserting the laptop he had been wearing into his special bag.

"Yeah... Yuk. Oya, please grab the car conci, honey. In the dalem room, on the bedside table,"

"Okeeeeyy." with Dira's spirit darted again towards the room.

Fahri giggles amusedly.

Basic yaa girl. Turn to shopping just his spirit for mercy...

"Now, Mom." Dira has returned and handed over the car keys to Fahri.

"Ok, yuk" said Fahri, embracing his wife's affection and walking out of the house.

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Nadira Khansa Salsabila

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Muhammad Fahri

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Gunawan and Shireen Boutique, Central Jakarta.

Dira and Fahri stepped inside the boutique. Yes, Gunawan and Shireen Boutique is indeed one of the Dira subscription stores from the Dira era still sitting on the bench of High School. Understandably, because it is his father who is a CEO, Dira's taste in terms of high-class goods is not in doubt. Because his parents also pamper him with a variety of luxury goods and facilities long ago.

Yes, Gunawan and Shireen Boutique. Indeed one of the many famous boutique in the Jakarta area. And not infrequently become a subscription to several capital artists. Because it is the materials used for the manufacture of clothes on the boutique, on average imported from abroad. And what customers are most interested in are satin or rayon party dresses, whose surfaces are so smooth and sparkling like jewels. In addition to luxury and quality materials, which makes the clothes on the boutique become classy is the fashion is notabene studded with rare decorations in the form of pink, blue, yellow diamond stones, which are very rarely found. Or also the decoration in the form of crystal glass stones as beautiful as the name is Swarovski, which was imported directly from Austria. So no wonder, the price of clothes on the boutique is exorbitant. Usually only the upper class are able to reach out to bring home one of the clothes on the boutique.

"Good afternoon... Brother Dira... Waahh, this new tumben looks like here again," one of the employees who already knows Dira very well, immediately welcomed him so friendly.

Dira smiled wryly, "Yes Nih Mba.." she replied briefly.

Dira's smile grew wider, "Oh. But this is my husband," continued Dira steady while embracing the arms of friendly Fahri.

Dira had caught the surprised look of the female employee. Then, let the employees not be more pampered about his personal affairs, Dira hurriedly said again, "Mba, please show me the newest nice party dress in this boutique..."

"O...Oh, yes, Brother Dira. Come with me." continued the employee. Dira and Fahri-pun follow the steps of the employee.

"Well... This is the most recent of Kak Dira. It is specifically designed not to be sold a lot, aka limited edition. So if this is sold out, yes our boutique will not issue another model like this." said the employee while showing off a black and peach party dress design. The party dress was designed in the style of a Korean mini dress that intersects above the knee. With luxurious satin material, and sprinkled with some Swarovski crystals. The arms are long, but the back is backless. And there's a brucate accent on his chest. So elegant.

Of course Dira immediately fell in love with the dress exhibited by the employee. And finally her choice fell on the black one.

Dira smiled wryly, "Ok deh Mba. I want this one."

"Eh, but wait a minute Mba. I'd like to ask my husband what he thinks." Dira immediately turned to Fahri, "Honey? It's good if I use this one...?" point Dira at the dress.

"It's up to you, honey... You will use what is good in your body." he replied who was honest and did not intend to overthrow his wife.

Fahri fad to see the price bandrol of the dress. Instantly his eyes immediately glared, "Fifteen milliona... This is Mbaa, the price is...??"

"It's true, Mommy."

"Mba sure...? Maybe his zero excess 2 times," and immediately Dira elbowed her husband's stomach. "Aw, sick darling!"

"She was embarrassed. Emang Mas think this is again in ITC what...?"

"Yes but you, sure... Darling?? Want to buy a dress for that price...??" he's still in shock

Suddenly, Dira's face turned sad. "Hiks... Hix... Mas Fahri evil... So I don't want to buy it, do I...?"

Eeeeeeeehs... This kid even cry...?

"Eeh, i. yes, dear. No problem though. No papa. Who says Mas Fahri doesn't want to buy it...? What the hell... doesn't make you, honey...?"

With the Iuee... Ampuunnn, rather than a hovering machete. Fahri, from tomorrow you have to work harder... Make happyin Dira lo dearest...! Inget Fahri, the more lo royal and good with your wife, the more abundant windfall lo. That's what Mr. Ustadz said. Aamininn...

"Jaudah Mba, we so take this one yes." said Fahri again at last.

"Oke Mas." of course the face of the employee sumringah beud. How not try? She managed to sell the dress for 15 million without the need for convoluted negotiations.

Fahri immediately took out a credit card from his wallet, then gave it to his wife, "Honey, you pay to the cashier. Waiting in the lobby is not papa, right...?"

"Yyaaa... Yaudah is not papa. Yaudah there gih, Mas Fahri just wait in the lobby is not papa,"

Hadeuhh... Ckckck.

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