Not Just a Milk Mother

Chapter 129

Now Allura and Madam Fika have stood up to the famous boutique in the city. They only came together because Arzan's clothes had been prepared. So, he did not need to participate, after all Allura forbade him to come along. It was not without reason that Allura banned Arzan, he just did not want the man to be exhausted and caused his wounds to heal. Allura really treated Arzan like a sick person. However, unbeknownst to Allura and her mother, Arzan follows them to the boutique, also taking the Stars with him.

Allura started to choose the dress that she would wear at the reception later, the woman looked confused because so many dresses were very beautiful and attractive.

"Sorry, Miss. Is there anything I can help you with?" asked one of the servants who had accompanied Allura to choose a dress.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I was confused about which one to choose, all of them very beautiful," replied Allura while continuing to look for a dress she thought was suitable for her to wear.

However, suddenly her gaze was fixed on a dress on display in a mannequin. The dress looks simple, but it is so elegant. Allura approached the dress followed by Madam Fika with the waiter.

"Do you like this dress, Ra?" ask Madam Fika while starting to pay attention to the dress.

Allura seemed to think for a moment before he nodded his head.

"The dress is so pretty, Ma. But ...."

"If you like it, please just try it" said Mrs Fika when she found out her daughter-in-law seemed worried about her choice. "Sir, please help my daughter-in-law to try on this dress" Madam Fika's orders were immediately taken by the maid.

"Okay, Madam."

Allura walked into the pass room accompanied by two maids who would help her, while Madam Fika waited in front of the room while playing her phone.

Shortly after, Allura came out of the pass room using the wedding dress she had chosen earlier. Her appearance is so stunning, although currently only fittings, but does not reduce her beauty.

Arzan saw it all from behind the door. However, the man's response was different from that of Madam Fika, she looked very mrah when she saw Allura who was wearing the dress. Without excuse, Arzan immediately opened the door of the room and made Allura and Madam Fika surprised to be made.

"Arzan!"

"Mas?!"

"Replace, don't wear this one!" aran said with a firm tone regardless of the surprised look of his mother and his wife.

"Lho, why change, Zan? Her clothes were beautiful and very suitable to be worn by Allura!" exclaim Mrs Fika. In fact, the middle-aged woman got up from her seat.

"Ma, I don't want my Rara– to have to wear clothes like this! I'm not willing for people to see her smooth skin!" replied Arzan who made Madame Fika shake her head slowly, while Allura could only bow down in embarrassment. In fact, the shirt that Allura is currently trying is not excessive, only showing a little shoulder, even then it is still coated in transparent fabric.

"Zan, this shirt is not excessive. Even during your marriage to Rivera, she wore a very revealing dress, but you didn't protest at all" complained Madame Fika who compared Allura to Rivera.

"I don't want to. If Allura forced to keep wearing it, then she would not need to go out of the room!" firmly Arzan again that makes Allura more gaping so surprised.

"Mas, why is it like this? The clothes are not too open. I also intend to wear a hijab later," exclaimed Allura who had just fallen silent watching her husband and mother-in-law arguing.

"Are you really going to wear a hijab?" ask Arzan again to convince Allura.

"Yes, Mas. So, this shirt I tried first. And ... after I thought, I like this dress," said Allura while watching the dress she was wearing.

"Well, if it's like that .. I'll allow it." Arzan chose to sit with the Star on the sofa where Mrs Fika was sitting.

Look Bi, your mama is so pretty when she wears that dress. Papa is not willing if you have to share the scenery with people, Arzan murmured to Bintang. He hoped the baby would understand his words.

"You could have, Zan. Your child is still small, he does not understand your words," said Mrs Fika while chuckling softly at the behavior of Arzan who began to possessiveness to his wife.

Arzan snorted softly, his heart still hot from seeing Allura who was wearing the wedding dress earlier.

"Alright, Ma. Also did not know if Allura would wear a hijab later. So, I thought the dress was quite open," replied Arzan softly.

"Yes, yes, Mama understands. But, why are you suddenly here?"

"Mmmh .. I ... I ...."

"You followed Mama and Lura?" hardik Madam Fika. Though he and Allura had warned Arzan not to follow them, but in fact Arzan did not follow his advice.

"Ma, you're treating me like a sick person. My wounds are healed anyway" said Arzan.

"But it's not completely healed yet, Zan!"

"I'm fine, Ma. Look." Arzan picked up the star and moved it. "I'm healed" continued again.

Madam Fika was unable to speak anymore, finally she allowed her son to do as he wished. Before long, Allura came already wearing full clothes. He also wears a long-sleeved shirt behind the dress he wears.

Arzan did not immediately make a sound, his eyes straight looking at the woman who was now standing in front of him. Allura really looked beautiful, the dress was perfectly attached to her body.

"How, Zan? Is there anything you want to criticize again?" madam Fika asked the faithful son to look at his wife without blinking.

"Perfetto," he replied without taking his eyes off Allura. "You are so beautiful, my wife" she continued.

Allura blushed in embarrassment when she heard her husband's words. In fact, now his face looks red because it continues to be noticed by Arzan and Lady Fika.

"Thank you, Mom," he replied, bowing.