PASUTRI (On Love & Happiness)

CHAPTER 137

Faza invites Zahra to find some needs that will definitely be needed later. Faza also bought some new clothes for Zahra considering that his wife's clothes already many who do not fit because Zahra's body expands twice the body of his first.

After feeling that everything he bought was enough, Faza also invited Zahra to go home.

At about 2pm they arrived home. Faza could not linger at home any longer to accompany his wife to take a break because there was work that he had to finish today.

“Rest yes dear.. I'm back at the office first.” Faza's smile while gently stroking Zahra's chuby cheeks.

“Ya.. Thank you for today. I love you.” Reply Zahra while expressing love to Faza.

“Haha.. Okay-okay.. I love you so much too dear.”

“Ya I've left yes.”

Zahra hugged Faza for a while then nodded her head.

“Hearts mas..”

“Eem.. Yes.” Faza's smile then passed away from Zahra and re-entered his car.

Zahra smiled and waved her hand as Faza lowered the windshield of his car and slowly drove out of the spacious grounds of their home.

Zahra sighed. His thoughts were still on Santoso. That guy used to be very nice to her. But Zahra really didn't expect him to have a pent-up sense of her. Fortunately Zahra is no longer working with the man so it does not prolong the problem too much.

“Here you go, maybe it was just a coincidence. No need to think about Zahra.” Mumam Zahra quietly.

Zahra then called the security guard to bring the goods he had just bought and asked for help to be brought in.

“Put above directly yes sir, in my room.” Zahra smiled.

“Each mistress.” Reply, the security guard then stepped into the house while carrying all Zahra goods.

Zahra stepped inside the house and stopped when she got to the stairs. Zahra took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

I don't know why Zahra was so tired. Maybe because it was keasikan choose the goods he would buy with Faza.

“Money why?” Ask Lasmi who came up from the kitchen.

Zahra.

“I want to go up mbak. But do not know why it feels so tired well, lemes so.. Can you help me, right? Please join my hand up the stairs well mbak..”

“Oh yes mistress.. Let me help madam.”

“Still yes mbak..” Zahra's smile was sincere.

“Yes mistress, same goes.”

Zahra climbed one by one the stairs with a Lasmi foot that held his hand. The two of them slowly walked up one by one the stairs to the second floor where the rooms of Faza and Zahra were located.

Lasmi's mother led Zahra until Zahra entered her room even until Zahra sat on the bed in her room.

“Mrs want me to get something?” Ask Lasmi attentively.

Zahra shook her head with a smile that continued to adorn her lips.

“No need to thank you. I just want to take a break. Tired very.” Said.

“Ya is already a mistress, then I'm sorry to go down again.”

“Ya mbak's. Again thanks yah.”

Zahra sighed and closed her eyes. Tired after walking around the mall with her husband.

Zahra slowly got on the bed and laid her body there. It was not until 10 minutes that Zahra closed her eyes asleep peacefully releasing her fatigue.

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Faza was reading the report given by Siska when suddenly the sound of knocking on the door sounded from outside. Faza sighed. The day started late, but the work was still piling up. Faza promised Zahra not to come home late today.

“Log.” Firmly Faza exclaimed.

A second after Faza exclaimed, the door was opened by a knock. And it turns out that the one who knocked on the door of his room was not Siska, but Mahendra. Owner of the company led by Faza.

Seeing Mahendra emerge from behind the door, Faza immediately stood up from his seat. The man smiled kindly as Mahendra stepped closer to him.

“Do I disturb Mr Faza?” Mahendra asked so right in front of Faza's desk.

“Oh not too sir. Please sit.” Faza's smile allowed Mahendra to sit down.

“Ya, thanks.”

Mahendra was sitting in front of Faza's desk. The middle-aged man smilingly looked at Faza who was also back in his seat.

“Begini sir Faza.. Actually I want to ask you to meet my clients from abroad.” Said Mahendra expressing his intention to meet Faza.

“Can you Mr Faza? Coincidentally I have other more important affairs and I cannot ignore.”

Faza was silent for a moment. Mahendra's request was actually not too difficult for him.

“Sorry if I may know when your client will come sir?” Ask Faza heart.

Mahendra laughed making Faza frown in confusion.

“Not him will come here Mr. Faza. But you're the one who should come see him in America. Are you ready?”

Faza. Faza thinks Mahendra told him to meet his client who will come from abroad. But it turns out that Faza was told to go abroad to meet the client.

“I don't know who to ask for help other than you Mr. Faza. You see, this is also related to cooperation at the head office of Mr. Faza.”

Faza swallowed his saliva. If it approves Mahendra's request it means Faza must leave for an indefinable time to America. Faza also had to leave Zahra who was pregnant at home with only a security guard and Lasmi's mother.

“Before I apologize sir, not I do not want to. But now my wife is in a big pregnancy and I may not go far in a long time.”

“Come on Mr. Faza.. I am very much asking you for help. I just believe in you. And I'm also sure you can make our cooperation more closely with our clients in America.”

Faza sighed. Faza was really confused right now. His work is important. But his wife and son are much more important.

“I guarantee it won't be long Mr. Faza. At least weekly. And you're not alone there either. You will be accompanied by Siska.” Mahendra, who was so big, put his hopes on Faza.

Faza was silent again. If you ask his mother to stay for a while in his house it will definitely make his wife feel depressed. But leaving Zahra with just a security guard and housekeeping assistant at home too Faza would not be able to feel calm.

Fadly is out of town and doesn't know when she's coming home.

“When should I leave sir?” Faza looked at Mahendra.

“About two days Mr. Faza. That's also if there's no change of appointment.” Mahendra's smile answered.

Faza nodded slowly.

“Let me try to think first sir.”