
Last night Rashid couldn't sleep. That's why he's still lounging on the couch. While watching his wife berias.
Seeing Nadin so adorable, it was like he was blocking his woman from leaving. Rashid wants to be spoiled. To launch his cunning mind, Rashid went from his place of relaxation and approached the beautiful woman.
"Well, are you on holiday today?" rasyid asked with his effective attitude as usual.
"A holiday? Yes, not, Honey. Today is still Wednesday. I have Saturday Sunday off. According to office hours," replied Nadin while wearing his makeup equipment. Rasyid continued to stick like a leech. Following wherever Nadin stepped like he had no job.
"Emmm, don't work. At home, heemm. I promise you, not bad. Seriously!" bujuk Rashid.
Finally Nadin can catch and feel something else from the nagging and spoiled attitude of Rashid. Almost every day, every day she wants to go to work, her husband is always like this. It seems Rashid was deliberately blocking him from going to work.
"Today I moved parts, Mas. I was forbidden late. Please don't bother me, okay! It's for our future, heeemmm! "please ask Nadin when the husband continues to follow him.
"I'm not bothering you, Yang. I just want you off, today. Or you go home not late. We're newlyweds, Yang. Cook keep separating," replied Rashid, reason.
Nadin felt a little strange with that answer. Such speech is not the nature of a Rashid. The man is usually firm in every way. Then why is it now spoiled ce-menye. Isn't this weird!
"You better find a job, Honey, than to bother me every day. You don't want to bring your son home. Wanna get to when you nitipin him to people. Poor to know, he definitely wants to gather with you," said Nadin.
Spontaneously, Rashid recalled his conversation last night with his wife. I don't know why his heart was moved to do a DNA test.
"Yes!"
"Hmmm!" replied Nadin.
"You don't want me!" pinta Rashid.
"Where?"
"Singapore!"
"Singapore? Why?" reply Nadin, feel strange.
"You want to pick Xian up?" nadin asked, guessing.
"No, rather I want a DNA test" Rashid replied, seriously.
Nadin was silent for a moment. There was a little bit of despair tickling his heart.
How not? Nadin knows how much money they have. But. Rashid's wish, as if not thinking that. The money in their savings was only about seven to eight million. To travel there, does not cost more money than that.
Not underestimating. But, Nadin was just trying to think logically. Given Rashid, only a security guard. Now I am unemployed too. Then, without thinking long, this man even took him to Singapore. Isn't it very impossible to standard their current economy.
These gentlemen halu kali huh? Did he pick Singapore deket. Can you take that taxi? Our destination is Singapore, Father. No, Bekasi.... Aelah, Nadin grumbled inwardly.
Naturally, this woman grumbled, because she knew very well, how much it would cost to go back to Singapore. What else is this for both. Not to mention the cost of staying. Other transport there. Feeding and DNA test costs.
"Where, what do you want?" ask Rashid again. Reverse Nadin's daydream.
Nadin tried to dismiss some questions that made him not to think it. This beautiful woman was reluctant to argue. He does not want to protest, afraid to say underestimated. But honestly, he was also curious, how a Rashid could take him there without any weakness.
Just be careful if I sleep on the sidewalk, I muck your mind, grumbled Nadin while hiding his anxious smile.
"okay! Let's go! When?" challenge Nadin.
"I'll find a ticket first!" rasyid replied while looking for his phone and contacting someone. While Nadin only watched while folding his hands. Wait, is Rashid serious about this.
A few minutes after Rashid had a conversation with someone, he approached your very wife and said, "We're on the road now, Yang. Yuk!" take Rashid.
Spontaneous Nadin was gawking. Unexpectedly, a Rashid had her travel, without finding the slightest difficulty.
Nadin took a deep breath. Staring in disbelief at the man. However, he is still waiting for the end of their journey. Of course with a feeling of anxiety.
Seriate...