THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Alvan is Heartbroken

It was not in vain that she dressed up to look attractive. There are also those who appreciate the effort of Citra looking for attention. Fortunately Alvan sensitized do not want his beloved wife muddled with disappointment.

"Wait for me to keep the groceries! You wait here! We're having a romantic dinner tonight!" Alvan brought a paper bag into the room. What Alvan bought and for whom. The image has no chance to think about it. Citra just wants an elegant dinner with the family even minus the kids.

Alvan returned empty-handed. The eyes of the boy were unceasingly looking at the angel who was straying to the earth. A million beautiful flavors Alvan spilled on Citra. The most love in front, awe, affection, miss, cherish and last adore. This is a bucin character.

The image is rather uncomfortable in the eyes of Alvan like a stranger. Like the first person I met.

The image swayed his hands before Alvan's eyes to the man's daydream. Standing is a waste of time. The clock continues to make the stomach rumble. I haven't eaten anything since I got back from the hospital. It was lunch with the Professor.

"Mas.." call Citra slowly.

Alvan realized to have been drugged by the beauty Citra tonight. Alvan has never seen the image of dressing up like this. Unexpectedly women who are very simple everyday at once dress up able to break the faith of every man.

"You are so beautiful, baby! Will miss have dinner with me?" Alvan reached out his hand asking the angel to accept his invitation.

The image of a smile, he happily accepted the invitation of the man who was grounded in the arrow of romance. Alvan kissed the back of the hands Imagery worthy in the movies of the guy with galant invites the girl on a date.

The two headed to the elevator to find a restaurant in the hotel. Alvan no matter how much money must flow from his pocket to please Citra. The best for image only.

Hundreds of millions of dollars to help Ming sisters is not called Alvan to keep the feeling of Citra. Alvan wouldn't ask what the money was for. Not even spoken from the lips Alvan ungkit funds that big enough. The image will tell when he pleases. That's Alvan's principle.

Both couples were looking for a table in a pretty fancy restaurant. The image of choosing a small size table for two people. It is more romantic to sit close. Can still hold each other's hands because the distance is very close.

Citra ordered two servings of meat sticks with French fried seasoned oyster sausage. A very common menu but still delicious in the mouth. The image does not want complicated food messages up to one table. If Alvan selects the menu must be a table full of food menu.

Mending him the message. Men cannot be expected.

Alvan was engrossed in staring at his wife seeing there were stars in Citra's eyes. The flashing star emits an anesthetizing glow Alvan is increasingly unable to move on from the charm of Citra. It's not too late to realize he has a star. Not a pesky star like Karin. Karin is also a selebgram star but bring a sack of disaster for Alvan.

"Is something wrong with my face?" ask Citra between meals.

Alvan shook his head in the Flamboyant style of a drunken kasmaran man. No more acute bucin. Ntah Citra is too beautiful or Alvan is more late in love with the wife.

"You are so beautiful! No wonder our children are like Princesses and princes of fairy tales. I want a dozen more kids from you. We gather smart and beautiful kids. People must be jealous of me!"

Citra considers Alvan is not open. People are hit by a storm of romance is strange.

"Eat tuh! We are tired of serving children today! Tomorrow is one more day before you go home!"

"They are very independent not troublesome. Who pity Gibran because Afifa troubles him. Lazy way ask Gibran to carry from behind. Thankfully, the boy did not protest. I have no doubt your sister loves her niece. How peaceful life is!" said Alvan while rubbing the grateful face can be the best blessing after a tiring day.

"Then we should be grateful to Allah SWT. The one above has outlined to us that we must walk straight, not against all its teachings, we will surely gain wisdom over all."

"I believe.."

The image of seeing the meat on Alvan's plate was still intact untouched while his possession had been reduced by half. He is grateful or full. Not wanting to disappoint Citra then she was forced to eat again.

"Don't eat the mas?" reprimand Citra because Alvan food is still intact.

"Look at you I'm full!"

"Gombal..quickly eat let's quickly go back to the room!"

"Yes room? Ok.." Alfan's spirit continued to rise to the highest level as soon as he heard the word room. The most pleasant room for couples who are being drunk on romance. The man immediately ate the dish on the table. I don't think there's time left to chase the stomach. Though the purpose of Alvan is not stomach contents but the word room.

The Alvan ate voraciously as if the meat steak was very delicious. Citra smiled happily to see her husband so eagerly having dinner with her. It was an award for Citra. Alvan loved to have dinner with him.

While eating each other with loving eyes, the food tasted more delicious. The bitter taste is sweet on the tongue. If Alvan is presented with bile that is super bitter it will definitely taste sweet acute bucin effect.

The first date in the country people end up going into the room. Alvan coupled with Citra through the hotel corridor to their room next to the children's room. Check the state of the children before going to bed. I want to make sure the kids are in good shape.

Azzam and Afisa who open the door give a code that they are safe and ready to embrace the dream. Citra and Alvan are of course happy to see everything goes according to the wishes.

Now their business remains. The image immediately cleans the face of the rest of the makeup that makes Alvan klepek-clepek. Must clean the face from the rest of the cosmetics so as not to be toxic to the face.

Alvan waited patiently in bed. Tonight he has to get rations from Citra. How many days of fasting due to busy thinking of a trip to the land of bamboo curtains. Already here should be a test of the strength of people's country beds. What can accommodate two human bodies that are stricken with burning love.

The image had changed into dark blue pajamas. Citra's hair was braided over the shoulders of a black rainwater bath hanging on the shoulders of this tiny woman.

Alvan patted the bedside asking Citra to immediately join him. Alvan can't wait to make Citra as a bedtime.

"Not sleepy?" reprimand Citra crawled inside the blanket.

"Not yet can sleep medicine how can you feel good? It's a shame our time here was so short. Wanted to take a whole month's vacation." Alvan stretches out his arms to let Citra into the arms.

"There's a time later. Tomorrow we go to the hospital! The professor wants to see you. He's the one who's treating mama mas."

"Oh...What does he say about mama's disease? Is there any hope of recovery?"

The image has not dared to reveal that the Goddess will likely be lost forever. Not everyone can accept the harsh reality. Citra still hopes there is a miracle of opening the voice of Bu Dewi even though there is a defect. At least I can say the will of the heart.

"They're again a mas effort. Pray that my mother will be given a way to heal."

"I want you not to stray to the left."

"I've been knocked. It's really cold tonight, isn't it? I think we should sleep together to be warm." Alvan began to issue a style of seduction to bring Citra to the union of two people.

"That's what you want! Sleep.don't be chatty!"

"That's all?" Alvan gawking Citra does not understand the code of nature from him.

"You want what? This is a bed to sleep in! Make a swimming spot?" sahut Citra cuek

"You're wrong.there's another function of the bed!"

"What?"

"Create a new generation of print. Don't believe? Here I prove!"

Alvan directly behind the body pounced on Citra. Alvans like hungry lions never find tasty prey. Can't wait to taste the delicious food in plain sight.

The wife shalihah will not refuse the husband as long as he is in clean condition. Clean in the sense of not being on the moon or sick. Next only sound******** the second breath of people racing in their intimacy. Lenguhan Citra further add to the spirit of Alvan drifting in Awang enjoyment. They fucked all night without getting bored. Alvan forgets how many trips he sailed into the sea of love.

By dawn they were unable to move anymore. Both of them fell asleep until they forgot to pray. Said the man of great lust that harms that exact sentence. Both are confined in lust until they forget their duties as religious people.

The image awakens when the door of their room is knocked from the outside. Alvan is still slumbering so tired of scoring goals many times.

The image immediately tidied up the clothes to see who was at the door. As soon as the door was opened four sinless faces stood lined up in front of the door.

"Good morning mami." said Afifa sok bule.

"Sorry mami woke up late! You guys hungry, right?"

"Not very hungry. We want to eat tofu and cahkwe. Amei already misses cahkwe with the tofu flower. Om Gi never had breakfast. We're gonna take Gi to breakfast." Afifa explained their breakfast plan this morning. Tomorrow they must return home. When else to eat traditional food here before leaving home.

"All right! You guys wait in your rooms. Mommy's gonna shower!"

"Don't be so old!" afifa's message was rather impatient. Afifa can't wait to show you the breakfast they've been eating for years. Tofu and fried water and mangroves become food for breakfast that is mandatory for a simple family.

The four children obediently went into the room waiting for Citra to berberes. The image immediately awakens Alvan as the sun begins to shine. Today is the last day here so they have to finish what needs to be done.

"Buy wake..." The image shook Alvan's body.

Alvan opened his eyes for a while and then closed again. Tiredness is more dominant makes Alvan not open Citra request.

"Mas..the children are hungry!" exclaim Citra a little hard so that Alvan is inspiring open your eyes.

"Oh madam..! I'm so tired. Going to bed for a while, why?"

"Well.we stay yes! We'll have breakfast and go to the hospital!"

Alvan ogah left alone without knowing the language of the region. To whom Alvan should ask if he does not understand the direction of the road. Heru still mending there Afung on the side. It's who he's friends with when Citra cs go.

Alvan jumped up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The image follows in order to quickly join the children. Bathing is both a pleasure from the other side. Alvan fad very fond of the tiny body Citra that became his in total.

The image does not let Alvan do mischief because outside there are dwarves waiting for them. The image quickly has a shower and then dry the hair so that the children do not wonder why the morning their mother has washed their hair.

It took a new hour Citra and Alvan were ready to be born inner guarding the dwarves looking for breakfast. They went by taxi to Afifa's breakfast-buying place. The image deliberately looks for a place near the hospital so that it can walk to the hospital to meet the professor.

Citra already knows the stall where she usually has breakfast at work in the hospital. Simple dining house selling traditional breakfast. There is only tofu water, tofu flower, mantou (a type of mangrove without fill), cahkwe and green bean porridge. Healthy Chinese food.

Citra longs for the warm atmosphere of the Chinese. Older people eat breakfast while kongkow. They enjoy the old days clutching with fellow parents. I enjoyed this view from a long time ago. The lost sight had returned to pass through the eyes.

Alvan and Gibran are strangers with an older atmosphere. Each table has several parents, both men and women. They were babbling in unintelligible Mandarin to Alvan and Gibran. The three Alvan children relaxed as if they were used to seeing this scene.

As soon as Citra entered a loud cry recognized Citra. The image disappeared for almost a year without news. Now come again bring new people.

"Xiao Ci.you're coming!" exclaimed a paro-aged mother with a thunderous voice. Mother's stocky body swayed to Citra and family.

"Come (grandson) how are you? Long time no see. Are your legs healthy?"

Ayi moved her legs showing off that her legs had fully recovered. His laughter was so unburdened. See Citra does not change to find a lost child.

"Thanks to your hand Ayi's feet are safe! Ah..Yin Sia, Chai Sia, Chen Yang is already great huh! Oh my goodness, you Yin Sia are so round?" Ayi poking Afifa's chubby cheeks.

Afifa laughed crisply at the teased Ayi the owner of the stall. It seems they already know each other.

"Nainai is fat too. Is there breakfast for Amei?"

"There.the tofu and cahkwe! Come on, you sit down! Uh who is this? How come Ayi doesn't know?" the jolly woman pointed at Alvan who swore to death confused to be in the wrong environment.

"This is my husband. My third baby! His name is Alvan and this is my sister from Indonesia, his name is Gibran. They don't speak Mandarin."