Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

51. Protectively

The athletic man looked at Kiara with a faint frown. The beautiful woman in front of him was also smiling. The face that usually looks like a small child is quite mature with a neat appearance. Habibie had not paid attention to detail because the woman was too aggressive.

"What's wrong?" ask Habibie.

Kiara shook her head. The woman gave a document and then looked down. "Solicit Mr. Habibie's signature."

Kiara had no idea since when she admired the face in front of her. Habibie, the man he thought was very stiff, could sometimes be flexed. Habibie's good habits, as well as her responsibilities, make Kiara more and more love her husband. It is not a sin. From the beginning he was wrong because he had put his heart first. Maybe there will be people who think that he is easy because it is very easy to love people. However, even loving Habibie was not at his will, the feeling came naturally. Not by force or plan.

"Already," replied Habibie. Kiara nodded but still could not turn her attention to the husband.

"Mas!"

"Hmm."

"Honey moon yuk!"

Direct sentences from Kiara made Habibie immediately stop his activities. The man looked at Kiara with his back that he was aware of on the oversized chair. His eyes were fixed on the wife's net. One of his hands tapped a pen on the table for some reason.

"When do you want your honeymoon?"

"Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"

Habibie smiled. The man looked at Kiara with a twinkle in his eyes. "As much as you want when. You can set my schedule. Make a schedule as you wish."

"Mas Abie didn't lie, did he?"

Kiara really still does not believe that her husband allows and agrees to honeymoon together. Kiara knew this Habibie was the busiest person Kiara had ever met. Just like his father.

"Here first!"

The woman ran small. He sat on Habibie's lap without being told to. The man's big hands stretched out, caressing his wife's pretty face with subtle strokes.

"Abi Fawas asks for a grandchild" whispered Habibie.

"How much?"

The silly question successfully made Habibie stunned with a wrinkled forehead. Kiara should have been surprised, or she refused what Abi Fawas asked. But this is just the opposite. Kiara was just like challenging, the desire of her in-laws.

"How much does Abi Fawas want? Mas Abie can not make at once 2 what three is, it is good."

Instead of answering, Habibie was instead made to laugh with his wife's strange speech. Indeed according to Kiara the making of the child is like making a peck. Not that too. How could Habibie possibly know how many children he grew. It was all purely by God's will, one content or two, Habibie had no power.

"You are ... What if the 3 twins are able to? Isn't she afraid that her body isn't good anymore?"

Kiara nodded. The woman embraces Habibie's neck, hugging and tucking the area leaving a former possession unnoticed by the owner.

"Where will you how much. Kiara worked first, so she can honeymoon this month. Mas Abie's work spirit."

The cup!

One kiss of the woman was the land on the husband's cheek. When she came out of her husband's room. Kiara forgot one thing, she had to go to Gibran to thank him.

"Down a little bit."

Glancing at the door of her husband's room at a glance then ran towards her sister-in-law's room. The woman did have a lot of debt to her sister-in-law. Gibran has been very good, willing to help him to approach Habibie even though sometimes it is not easy for him.

Geck! Geck! Geck!"

"Lake in!" tell people from within. Kiara was about to open the door, but she turned around when she heard someone's footsteps.

"www!"

The woman screamed quite loudly. Kiara flicked her hand that was accidentally hit by a coffee spill. Not to mention that the coffee hit a small part of the skirt she was wearing.

"Astagfirullah ... Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't intentionally."

Kiara did not answer, the woman still felt the heat of the back of the arm that was exposed to the coffee water.

Gibran came out of his room. Netra the man immediately looked up as soon as he saw the state of Kiara who was not okay.

"Why, come in first! You guys come with me in."

Gibran opened the door. He asked someone to bring him a P3K box because he thought Kiara needed it.

"What's really going on? Why is it like this?"

Gibran sat beside Kiara while the cleaning service stood down not daring to lift his head because he was too afraid.

"You're a new employee, aren't you?"

The woman nodded. "I'm sorry, sir. I was not intentionally. I'm sorry."

"Whose name are you?"

"Humaira, Sir!"

Gibran nodded - nodding his head. "I'll talk about this with your boss. You are if the real work dong. My brother's hand can get like this."

Gibran grunted but he still helped apply the cold ointment to reduce the effects of the heat caused.

"Gibran what the hell. You've been kayaking Mas Abie. It was me, not Humaira. I think he wanted to give you coffee but I suddenly turned back, as a result his coffee spilled on me. Don't be angry at random people."

Gibran did not reply, the man remained silent while Kiara turned to Humaira. The woman behind the mask let out tears, Kiara could see it very clearly.

"Don't take heart. Humairas. I should be the one apologizing. Get back to work, there won't be anyone bothering you."

Humaira rubbed the corner of her rough eyes the woman bowed a few times. Saying sorry and thank you.

"Gibrans!"

"I'm sorry" said the man.

"Eishhhhhhhh .. You should have seen Gibran's face!"

"No papa ma'am. I was wrong. Thank you." Thank you."

Humaira bowed again and again, then came out of the room to clean up the mess she had made.

"Gibrans."

"Why? Don't be angry with me. You don't know how protective Habibie is. If he knew you were like this, that guy would have been fired immediately. You're too good for everyone."

"Well."

The woman's forehead shriveled. For the first time, Kiara sees Gibran's selfish side. In fact, all this time, Kiara always considered that Gibran patience is better than the husband.

"Gibran ak--!"

"Near!"

Not yet had the woman to speak, Habibie has appeared. Gibran reflexively retreated away from Kiara. The woman was still staring at Gibran uncomfortably. Not because of anything, Kiara felt guilty for blaming Gibran, even though the man's intentions were good.

"I can't even get to this gini. We're going to the hospital."

"Mas!" Kiara held her husband's hand that was about to slip behind her back and also behind her knees. "I'm doing fine. What's wrong with you, why are you always overreacting like this."

Instead of answering, Habibie instead grabbed Gibran's suit to cover up stains on the skirt near the wife's thigh. There was no way he would take off the shirt he was wearing as it would cause even greater riots.

"Send that person's information to me, Gibran! I have to drive Kiara home first."

"Mas Abie!!!!!"

Kiara already wanted to refuse but Habibie first grabbed her body and took Kiara out of there.