THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

All Wrong

"You're terrace? There is a strong smell in our house! Forgive me! Please get rid of that smell!" Alvan staggered into the living room. The image memapah her husband so as not to fall due to the smell that he considers the smell of carrion.

For the image it is very fragrant. Another image of fresh vegetables without a mixture of fish or meat to meet the tastes of baby babang.

Alvan was sitting limp on the sofa. This man closed his eyes trying to neutralize the urge from the stomach that wants to come out. Alvan felt the whole body uncomfortable. Say no one is sick. Anyway something's wrong.

The image brings a glass of drinking water to Alvan to eliminate the smell that disturbs the nose. The image of compassion sees the inner contact between the child and the father. The child in the stomach seems to want their papi law that was once naughty. They want Alvan to feel the pain of pregnant women.

"Mas..drink!"

Alvan opened his eyes staring at Citra. Those eyes were so excited. The woman in front of him looked more beautiful with the face of a pregnant woman. Alvan's heart was comforted a little to see Citra in a fit condition. Let him who suffers from Citra and his baby be healthy.

"Thank you dear! You're okay, right?"

"What am I?" The image of turning the body shows him in good shape. Alvan gulped, feeling his tongue bitter. But this man did not say anything so that Citra did not worry. Alvan has understood the pain of Citra so far. Ngidam alone has made miserable, not to mention bring a stomach as big as a marching band drum. How much pain Citra gave birth to children without anyone accompanying. Alvan promised not to complain no matter how much pain he suffered.

"Can you play at Daniel's?" Alvan looking for solutions avoid menu pregnant women. If Alvan's still at home, everything's getting messy. Citra could not enjoy the food she wanted while Alvan suffered greatly from smelling the stench. The best way is Alvan avoids the pungent smell of the nose.

"Can't be.mas are less healthy. Just at home!" ketus Citra is not negotiable.

"All right! Just in the room! You just eat. I want to rest."

"OK.I'm in the kitchen! If you need a phone call! We will eat together. It's delicious to eat a clear vegetable with sambal terasi shrimp rebon."

Just listen to the words, Alvan's stomach churned again. This man held back did not appear weak in front of his wife. Alvan can't show him suffering because his wife is pregnant. The image will definitely be pregnant again even though Alvan still wants to add dwarves to make the house more crowded. Later he does not need to fear there is no successor to the family business. Each child can hold one part according to their talents later.

The image left Alvan back in the kitchen to continue the dream of pregnant women. Alvan raised his hand to give up when invited to eat food that became his enemy today. Don't eat! Just kiss ogah.

Alvan enters the room to fall dizzy. I don't think Alvan is asleep. Temporarily safe. Alvan sleeps quietly while Citra can share the taste of enjoying favorite sambal terasi.

The image of waiting for children to go home from school with a heart of kebat-kebit. How Azzam would react if he knew his mother was pregnant with his sister again. If Afifa must be enthusiastic because he had asked her to be a sister.

Azzam people are full of calculations will definitely think about the profit and loss of having a sister again. Azzam and Afisa did not believe in Alvan to be family priests. The two of them had indeed received Alvan but in a small heart remained doubtful.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the children went home from school. Gibran, who had long returned home, was forced to join Tokcer waiting for the twins to leave school. Be them home together.

The three children kissed the hands of Citra one by one as the son of Soleh. All three looked tired after a day of studying. Especially Azzam who already looked like Alvan was not excited. I hope Azzam doesn't do cravings like Alvan.

Azzam smiled to see the mother looked more beautiful. Which kid doesn't like to see mommy looking glowing tease boys' eyes.

"Beautiful mom." praise Azzam gladly.

"Hmmmm...Koko wants to?"

Azzam raised his hands in a rocking sign of no ulterior intention. Pure praise mami more beautiful. Aura Citra increasingly radiated fetal effects that are certainly beautiful. Similar Citra and Alvan remains interesting.

"Let's all go take a shower! The smell of sweat should not be kept!" image said to the three boys.

"You sweat om Gi expensive! There was a fun girl to approach om. Understand about the handsome." Gibran with his pedal shows off the handsome face of Heru's legacy in the Greek god.

"Girls don't want to be friends, but they owe money. I owe you a bowl of meatballs!" azzam's mockery while running left Gibran who keki sale value dumped Azzam.

"Review you're a big boy!" Gibran chases up the stairs. The two boys were chasing each other on top of making a noise.

Afifa and Citra smiled. A house full of laughter is everyone's dream. They did not know in the room there was a figure of a man suffering. Stomach hungry but no appetite.

"Amei shower boy! Oya...kak Tokcer is home?"

Afifa throws a look out still see their car meaning Tokcer is still in place.

"There's outside. Mami wants to talk to Brother Tokcer?"

"Yes.mami wants to buy durian! Suddenly pingin durian."

"That stinky fruit? Amei is not! Just mom. Amei go to the room first!" Afifa pelvis bag up to the top where there is room she.

The image is also out looking for Tokcer to ask for help buy durian. Why suddenly want to eat thorny fruit. Ordinary Citra is not happy to contain a lot of gas. Eating often has a cold.

Tokcer was casually drinking coffee with a security guard at a small security guard post. The man always hangs out with the security guard before heading home in Alvan's luxury car. The car was twenty-four with Tokcer. Arguably a Tokcer colony car.

"Tok.." call Citra in a loud voice.

"Yes, sister..." Tokcer ran up to Citra, which was already part of his life. Tokcer considers Citra to be his own family despite its different status.

"Here..you know the sweet durian place to sell?"

Tokcer thought for a moment then nodded.

"Durian kampung or durian weasel king that again ngetrend."

"Which is expensive?"

"Definitely good quality durian. Weasel King and Montong is now a prima donna just the price is suffocating. Durian village yes the fate of buying it. Sometimes it's good sometimes it's raw."

"That's yes! Buy sister one yes! Just a sweet one."

"One only?" Tokcer is a bit confused Citra only buy one even though in the houses of residents are quite crowded. Since when Citra changed stingy about food.

"Oh that..ok! Ready to execute orders!" Tokcer went straight away gallantly.

"Woi..the money!" exclaim Citra because Tokcer went not to take money to buy.

"For one durian I can still buy for my sister! Just chill! I have a lot of money now." Tokcer smiled with a pretentious arrogant face. What does one durian mean for good Budi Citra kinship.

Tokcer immediately ran the car after retreating out of the Citra yard. Purpose Tokcer search order Citra until it can. The image never asks for anything from them. Precisely those who often trouble the image. Time to return the Good Image. That was all Tokcer could give.

The image of entering the room saw the state of her husband who was drunk pregnant. Why Citra is not affected by Alvan's suffering. He's usually the hardest when someone's sick. It's weird he didn't pity Alvan. Since when Citra turned into the king of the heart.

Alvan leaned on the head of the bed while playing mobile phone to chat with whom. It seems Alvan's state improved after the break. His face was not as pale as before.

"Are you doing it?" reprimand Citra touched Alvan's forehead find out if her husband had a fever.

"Lumayanlah! The kids are home?"

"Already.on the bath! Not taking a shower?"

"Must be?" alvan asked like a child forced to take a bath.

"Don't tell me you want to add a child to be lazy! His son doesn't want to have a goat's smell!"

"Did it smell like goats?" Alvan kissed under the arm check if he was like Citra said. The image is pregnant but Alvan is turning weird.

"You right?"

"Slightly.acid smell due to vomiting from earlier. Take a shower! Mandiin yes!" gurau Alvan makes Citra tick.

"Wake with soda fire! Let the skin peel until clear."

"It's not clean but murder. Get me a gold shirt! Not the dark color! Bright and clean color." Alvan got off the bed walking away from the gawking Citra. How has Alvan changed? He likes dark colors now and likes bright colors.

The question is does her husband have bright color clothes? The brightest ones are also faded gray. Sometimes there is white. That's official dress for the office. What is used in the home?

The image opens Alvan's wardrobe looking for his truck order. Exactly the alleged image. All black, dark ash, blue dongker and some whitish ash strands. Image options fall on long sleeved shirts of grayish white color. It fits the taste of her husband.

Citra put Alvan clothes on the bed and then out waiting for Tokcer who can search for the Citra order.

The driver and the children's bodyguards have not yet appeared. Imagery waiting in the family room while monitoring children who are still cleaning themselves from the rest of the dirt from the outside. Clean is the healthy base. The motto of the doctor.

Alvan came out with a fresh face. The rest of the pregnant drunkenness was not visible anymore. The man started to be normal as usual.

Alvan can't wait to spread the good news to children about Citra's pregnancy. They will soon be the sisters of four beautiful babies. May God bless the health of the image and the fetus.

Gibran first went down to join Citra and Alvan. This single carries a thick book and a written book in front of Citra. It seems that this single found difficulty in the lesson.

"Sir..ajarin dong math! The teacher did not enter the brain!" Gibran slammed into the body next to Citra. Citra received the tome Gibran see written mathematics book latest curriculum.

"What trouble?" ask Soft image.

Gibran opened a page where there was a problem that Gibran did not understand. Image understand Gibran did not understand about the search for roots quadrat equation. This lesson is a bit difficult for people who do not like math. It took me a long time to explain from the beginning.

"Later night, you're a teacher! You should know the formula from the first first. This is easy but difficult. The important thing is that you have to master the root formula first. For the root formula you can ask Azzam. He's a calculating expert."

Gibran scratched his un-itchy head. Dandruff has not caught let alone fleas. But still itching because they do not understand the ins and outs of this most complicated lesson. Hearing Azzam the expert in this lesson Gibran felt overstepped. Where there are Junior High School children studying with SD children. Where to put his handsome face.

"Sk's son hasn't learned his roots."

"You missed the train. Who says SD kids haven't learned squared? That's a basic lesson of square roots. Azzam where stop there. Just so he learned he must have dug further. Don't be ashamed to ask! You will get lost. For this let brother help."

"Yes brother! Thanks yeah! Om Gi find Azzam first!"

Image of mangosteen permission Gibran disrupt Azzam break time. Kam gini Azzam must have played cell phone for a while to please himself. Learning to continue is also a good deed, the brain must be given a pause. Refreshing look for a relaxing activity.

From outside the sound of a car horn sign someone is coming home. The image extends the neck look at the car who entered the yard.

A smile of their image saw Tokcer's car landing smoothly on the front page. No need to ask the Citra order must have been in the hands of the single. If he could not dare to go home Citra.

Right guess Citra. Tokcer got off the car heading into the back trunk, dropped something. Image lengthen the neck again see how many results Tokcer survey of thorny fruit.

"Honey.I think there's a smell of leaking gas! Very stinging nose! Try checking in the kitchen if there's a leaky hose!" alvan said sniffing something foreign.

The image assumes Alvan's nose has been clogged can not be different smell of gas and durian smell. The smell of durian is said to smell of gas. The strangest her husband is. The smell of terasi is said to smell of carcasses. The smell of durian is said to be leaking gas.

"It's not the gas but the durian! I want to eat durian. It was brought by Tokcer!" The image pointed to Tokcer who was carrying some durian fruit into the house.

"Oh my goodness.the smell! Can this fruit be eaten? It could be poison for us. Bring out! I can't stand the smell!" Alvan cradled his nose unable to smell the smell that stung his nose.

"It's so sensitive. Everything went wrong. This can't be wrong. How'd it want?" The angry image is also blamed.

"Darling.mas ask for mercy! Stomach mas back stirred big mixer. Please take it out." Alvan begged Tokcer to bring the thorny fruit out.

Tokcer is still fixated on durian not knowing who to follow orders. One asked the other durian to take it away.