That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Dresses in the wind

Can you really paint me?" Brian asked hesitantly, as if unsure of his wife's painting skills.

"I told you, I'm just learning to paint, not actually paint. So don't expect good results, honey." Mayang said while smiling. His hands began to move, sweeping his brush.

While Brian remained silent on his position, sculpting as his wife requested. But he did so with joy, occasionally throwing a smile at the sight they met.

Never bored, Brian's views always sparkle full of adoration towards the wife. Although they have been wading through the household ark for some time, but their love increases with time.

The natural beauty of Mayang has indeed shifted his world. Even the look on her face had been imprinted on her heart since ten years ago. It has its own space that no one can replace.

Looking at objects and canvases in turn, Mayang really looks like a professional painter. Her straight hair was so free to dance around as a gust of wind from the window greeted her gently in coolness.

The lentic eyelashes look so beautiful when moving along with the beautiful eye movements that are down and up as the owner alternately observes the object and the canvas. Her thin face so perfectly combined with her big nose and her tiny lips. Her sweet smile always develops until the dimples on both cheeks look deeper.

Subconsciously, the red curvature thinned itself. Brian was so fascinated by the real beauty, which he now has completely. But the happy smile immediately turned bitter, while Billy's words reverberated and so disturbed his calm.

Brian gulped his slave heavily, when the wife again had to face the danger that always loved him. Making it back in the throes of such overwhelming fear.

Losing someone he loves. He didn't want it to happen to him again. Moreover, the wife is now pregnant with the fruit of their love. A seed that would determine the viability of Abdullah's family lineage. He is also the first grandchild of two families. Of course, the baby in Mayang's birth is very much awaited by their entire family.

Brian was aghast as his wife's touch blew his daydream. At once, he saw the wife who had sat by his side with her arms around her.

I don't know since when the wife has been there, because so late in his mind Brian was not even aware of Mayang's presence. Replied the smile of the wife with no less sweet while rubbing the top of the head with love.

"Yes, huh?" Mayang asked while pursing his lips with a full seludik gaze. "I'm calling for no response. Must be bored, right??"

Brian shook his head faintly as he spread a smile. "Dear, I'm just thinking about something."

"What?" Mayang snatched quickly, already like a detective.

"Emmm?" Brian raised both eyebrows. Then blink while turning the brain trying to find the right answer. He does not want to lie to his wife again, but on the other hand he also does not want to make the wife feel scared and impact on the janun in his birth as well. "Are you done with your painting?" Brian did not answer. He chose to ask to shift the subject.

"It." Mayang replied briefly while showing two dimples of his cheeks.

"I can't wait to see it." Brian got up from his place and stepped onto the canvas, followed by his wife behind him.

The look on Brian's face that originally seemed to smile so sweet when he wanted to see the results of Mayang's painting now turned sour after seeing the results. His forehead even furrowed to form several layers.

"Darling," Brian turned to his wife. "I'm her, where?" tanyanya's confused.

"It." Answering briefly, Mayang pressed Brian's chest with his index finger while smiling confidently.

"My painting, dear. My picture?!" Brian clarified his question when he couldn't find the picture on the canvas. It was precisely the flower that lay behind him that his wife painted.

"Ha-ha-ha ...!" Mayang chuckled without feeling sinful. "I'm sorry, honey, you're so handsome that I can't visualize you in a painting."

"Then why did you tell me to be a statue if you don't see it at all?!" Brian was upset. "I think I'm the one you painted when you looked at me all the time! It turns out I'm the one with too big a head. Apparently all you're painting is a flower behind me" Brian snorted. The man with the waist turned his face.

"Darling, I'm sorry. I deliberately didn't make your visuals look ugly because of my poor painting skills. You're too handsome, dear, and your face has been imprinted on my heart for the past ten years" Mayang moved his hand to grab Brian's fingers. "Darling,, sorry,," Mayang bit her lower lip. With a clear face in his eyes the husband who now began to spread his smile.

* * *

that morning, Billy deliberately bought a fruit dish elsewhere and not at Milly as Brian had requested earlier. With the same taste and packaging, Billy hopes Brian believes he actually bought it from Milly.

I don't know why Billy really doesn't want to repeat another meeting with that shitty girl. If their first meeting Billy willing to give the money for free for the girl because it could not bear to cry bitterly a girl who was being deceived. While in their second meeting, instead of thanking him, Milly actually dared to make him embarrassed in public places.

Therefore Billy avoids a third meeting with the girl who has made him dream of being chased by flip-flops without legs, to make him wake up in the middle of the night and disturb his comfortable sleep.

Of course, this affects his morning routine. Because, because Billy who woke up late made it too late to go to the office. Brian had even left for the office because it was too long waiting for the secretary who never arrived.

"How long is it?!" Brian's murmur as Billy appears with a plastic bag of fruit in his hand.

"I'm late to wake up." Billy replied casually as he placed the bag in front of Brian. The boss's annoyed gaze towards him seemed to have no effect on him. He casually sauntered towards his desk on the other side of the spacious room.

"What did you do last night to wake up like that?" Brian grumbled as he opened the fruit in front of him. "I told you, it's time you had a wife! So there's someone who takes care of you and wakes you up!" Omelnya also like the scolding of mothers on his weathered bachelor son.

Unresponsive, Billy chose to focus on his work. While reading a paper containing a company report, Billy was immediately shocked when an object that floated landed right at his temple before bouncing far away and falling on the floor. In his eyes an expensive pen that he believed belonged to Brian.

Instantly, his fierce gaze was directed at the boss who was also looking at him no less fierce.

"Why do you like throwing things at me lately, huh?!" Billy's grunt looks pretty upset. He no longer even showed his politeness in front of the boss when they were just the two of them.

"How dare you cheat me!" Accuse Brian with the look of his sharp eyes and managed to make Billy stutter instantly.

"You mean what?!" Billy asked as if he did not understand.

Brian screeches. "You think I'm stupid, huh!" Brian pushed the mica with his arm. "I know this song is different from yesterday!"

"Different how? The important thing is both rujak, right?!"

"I want to run yesterday." Breaking up Brian while throwing his face, as if he did not want to hear a rebuttal from his secretary. He also refocused on his work that had paused for a while.

Sighing harshly, Billy was forced to rise from his place. After glancing back at the boss who seemed to not want to know, he also stepped foot towards the exit.

"Bill!" Brian's call immediately stopped his steps that had reached the door.

The man who had been holding the doorknob immediately turned his head. "What else?!" Ask in a lazy tone.

"Have your assistant deliver me some new pens. I don't know why my pen stock has been running low lately. Or you just have him bring me more for supplies." Brian chuckled as he spoke his last words that sounded like a threat.

While the sturdy man who was still standing in front of the door just rolled his eyes lazily, before finally opening the door and his figure disappeared behind the closed door.

* * *

Lucky Milly has a kind neighbor. He could borrow the bike for free. But because it was too often borrowed and tired to return, in the end the neighbor also offered Milly to buy it on credit. Of course because he was tired of hearing the thanks that came from the lips of the white woman.

Finished with the trade affairs, it was time for Milly to pay attention to her appearance. Although only a street vendor, appearance must also be okay, moreover he peddled his merchandise around the campus with thousands of students and students studying there.

He got the paper bag he put on the table in his room yesterday. A mini dres gift from Indra, a college student who is also a loyal customer.

In addition to good, Indra also has a handsome face and a decent intelligence. He also always looks cool with expensive clothes and luxury cars that he uses. So it's okay if it makes Milly a little hopeful right???

With a feeling of pleasure, Milly wore the maroon-colored mini dres. With a flower decoration enthroned on the left side of her shoulders makes the dress look more beautiful.

Smiling in confidence, Milly so admired her beautiful face that reflected off the large mirror of her wardrobe.

"Ah Milly,, your beauty is truly essential,,,." Praise yourself while twisting your body and waving your long hair. Eits, but Milly forgot to remove the seal on her new dres. Gee whiz....

Dressed in his white sneakers, Milly began pedaling her unpaid mini bike to the lamp where she peddled the rhyme. But even so, he felt proud to buy the bike with his own sweat. Yeah-although it hasn't paid off....

Somehow Milly began to feel uncomfortable wearing that model umbrella dres. In addition he had to pedal the bike as hard as possible, the breeze blowing breeze makes the dres he was wearing flickering up if his left hand did not contribute to hold.

Moreover, the eyes of the widened men stared at him when they accidentally passed. Even among them were deliberately whistling teasingly.

Milly stopped her bike with her left leg resting on the ground to keep the bike from collapsing. He stared fiercely at the man who was looking at him lustfully as he passed.

"Hey pretty, that's her rage huh?!" After they had come a long way while running, Milly tried to pull the shoe from her right foot which she thought she would use to throw. But because the bond is too tight makes Milly undo his intentions.

"Damn it! Look out for you!" umpat Milly was annoyed as she brandished her fist with a threatening tone. Grunting in annoyance, the girl gripped firmly on the handlebar of her bicycle.

"Hemmm,, I know , so for this Indra gave this dres to me?! Damn him." His his hisses are full of threats.

He looked down and glanced at his shoes. "I'm glad I didn't throw you there, if I threw it I'd have trouble taking you there, too." His murmur on the shoes, a silent witness to the breeze of tragedy in the morning before noon.

In the end, Milly was forced to go to campus by pushing her bike. Luckily the distance he had to travel was not so far away, because it was only a few meters away from the gate.

"Mill, rhyme dong ,,,!" Some customers seemed happy to see their favorite food had arrived.

"Ready ,,,!" Milly quickly approached, pushing her bike half-run.

"Ciee-ciee is in love again," a girl joked with a small chuckle.

"Who?" Milly asked as she opened the box.

"Yes, elo!"

"Me??" Milly pointed to herself as if in disbelief.

"Yes, Mill. Your change is obvious if you fall in love again! But you really are beautiful. Suer." The girl showed her two fingers to convince.

"Ha-ha-ha." Milly just laughed awkwardly and did not know what to answer. Then his hand moved thrusting the mica containing the speech at the three girls standing before him.

"Now, the change is for you." Smiling, the girl gave Milly more money.

"Yes, don't dong, I'll be happy." Milly blushed in embarrassment as she gave a smile.

"Yes ampum Mill" the three girls chuckled together. "Oh yeah, we stay first, drugs." As they passed, they waved their hands.

"Thank you, yes, often ...!" Milly's sour with a raised smile. Then he stored the money in a small bag tucked on his shoulder. "Alhamdulillah can sell." His words are full of gratitude.

He was about to move, but the heavy feeling on the bike when he was about to push him forced him to look back.

"Hi," the soft greeting voice coming from the girl behind him made Milly instantly roll her eyes lazily. He knew the two girls behind him were never tired of mocking him.

"Why? Wanna buy?" Milly asked in a trenchant tone.

"Current, ogah. Cheap gini rich food. There's no nutrition." The sexy blonde girl was an understatement.

"Yes, why are you still holding on." Syndir Milly glanced at the hand of the girl who was still holding her ontel bike bonnet. "Entar allergies gatal kumat loh, it's pretty-beautiful kok scabies."

"Heh, howling me, huh?!" the girl's jolt was fierce and the eyeballs were blue as the contact lenses darted sharply towards Milly.

Milly, who was already immune, only scooped up, then pushed her bike to leave the two girls behind.

"Hey I'm not done talking!"

"Entar when you're done living on the teacher's desk, it's easy, right?!" Milly said as she giggled in her heart. But the steps stop when the long hair that is scattered feels pulled from the back.

"Lo fucked me?! You think I'm talking about repetition, huh?!" The girl named Lala intercepted Milly with her tall body. It is not balanced when compared to Milly who is small.

"Gue wants to take it." Lala said coldly.

"May, but not that hard." Milly answered the origin.

Lala growled at the annoying behavior of the girl in front of her. But he tried to control himself not to be provoked by emotions.

"Have good clothes when bought who are you? I know you're a miquin, so where's the money to buy this expensive shirt?"

"This shirt?" Milly pointed at the clothes she was wearing. "Yes, cheap clothes gini lo say expensive?"

"Hey you think I don't know what fashion?! I know this is expensive clothes!" Lala who looked furious then squeezed Milly's arm violently. Milly's sleeves were pulled open and showed her white shoulders. As much as Milly's energy maintained her clothes but Lala's grip seemed too strong and the girl was still reluctant to let go.

"Take him off!" a jolt of sound from behind Milly shocked the three girls and instantly they turned their heads simultaneously.

Seriate