My Wife's Nurse
the silliness of the day
The morning routine as a wife has been memorized outside the head of Humaira, almost three months carrying the status of young mistress of the Ramadan family. Not much is done, as an independent woman before her with solid activity in the scope of work makes her bored and terbesit desire to return to work. But she was confused as to how to ask permission to her husband, if the material reason must have been very more than enough given by the Son, if the reason is just bored, if the reason is just bored, maybe that is not the right reason and does not make sense, because he can look for other activities that are useful of course. But the call of the medical world will still come to certain people, there may be a sense of longing to meet patients and provide care during their recovery, yes Humaira may miss the oath of her profession.
"Son, what are you doing?!" mama Jessika approached the woman, out of nowhere came her in-laws.
"Oh. This is ma, I again arrange this flower, last week just planted and thankfully all fertile and grow well" Humaira explained.
"You're a real woman, a lover of ornamental plants!" snick mama jessica.
"I used to love to keep plants indeed ma, hehehe" Humaira replied.
"You have an event later? mama's got a party with mommy's complex, can you come with mama?" ask mama jessika
"May ma, but I have the same permission as Putra!" Humaira agrees, maybe her in-laws want to introduce themselves to the neighbors around, because indeed she is quite active in participating in the event in their residence.
"Alright, later if you are allowed to tell mama yes, we will go out at four in the afternoon" said mama Jessika
"Well ma, I will samperin mama" Humaira said
"Yes, my mom went up first, I stayed!" Jessika pamit mama.
"Iya ma" Humaira nodded politely.
Just a few minutes later Humaira grabbed her phone and called Putra.
crings...
crings...
crings...
" Hello dear?" The shady voice across there sounded so soothing to the ears.
"Yes, baby.. I want to say, earlier mama ngajakin go to the mother complex event, can not you?!" ask Humaira.
"By honey, I also want to tell you, later I go home a little late yes, there is a meeting with a client from Singapore, you bobo first!" reply Son.
"What a really old shit? means late dong you're home?" Humaira knitted her forehead.
"Yes dear" replied the son.
"I'm bobo myself so?" Humaira whining.
"He he he. no, I'll just go home."
"I need to hurry back.."
"Promise yes...!"
"Yes..."
"Strue?!"
"Yes..."
"Where's the kiss?!"
"Muacha"
"Again!"
"Muach"
"That much!
"Muach muach!"
"Ha ha ha. okay, I'll hang up the phone!"
"Yes.. "
"Assynnya!"
"Glamma!"
tut's...
tut's...
tut's...
The call ended up being accompanied by a smiley image across there, the sense that he had just done a silly thing his whole life, his own kiss time anyway? so inner, but soon he realized in the room was not only himself, there Bayu and the new secretary who looked at each other with a smile watching the actions of Big Boss who was notoriously cruel and icy cold, it can be romantic too
"It turns out he can also alay gith huh?" Karina's cancellation seemed to say that to Bayu, who was stared at only nodded slowly while turning their eyes away from the clash for a moment.
"Ehmmm..mmm....!" The son awakened to their fantasy world, and quickly switched the subject of their work which had been delayed a while ago. The son returned his focus to cover up the shame that came, as a result of losing control if faced with the woman of his heart. Who else if not Humaira of course.
seriate..
