THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Palau

Bonar laughs amusedly imagining the figure of a graceful transformation to a dashing figure. The movement of the nyiur waved what had been erased from Andi's cerebellum. In the past when called Andi his face turned as black as charcoal. Now even the mosquito is called Ance. Bonar can't wait to meet the living creature.

"Lhu sure he can live if he's called Andi? Fearful breath will sting if we return him to the original face."

"That's trust, Mr. Alvan! If Andi still plays Ance he will be hung on the roof of the office building. He said let it wrinkle. Awa is a mummy."

Bonar shudder threatened very horribly. It was for the good of Andi to return to dignity as a man. Without positive input the child will be trapped in the illusion for good. There must be a cruel hand changing Andi. Pas Alvan was on time.

"Good too..."

The two went back into silence not knowing what else to talk about. Most wait for Alvan's orders to move in which direction. A blast of wet breeze swung the two of them in a pleasant rumble. The eyes feel heavy to sleep forgetting everything.

"Tok.." there was the sound of the power Alvan jerking the two singles who almost floated in a deep Mbah.

Tokcer and Bonar were immediately ready to standby not daring to rub their eyes. Though the hands are already itching to clean the rest of the tai in the corner of the eye. The voice of Alvan is more powerful than the taste of gatel.

"Yes sir..."

"You go to this address. Tell me to ask orderan Mr. Alvan. You want to eat whatever you say let's take you home." Alvan handed me a piece of paper inscribed with the name of the big restaurant in the city.

"Ready sir!" Tokcer receives a direct go towards the car in the parking lot. While Bonar sculpted like a sculpture wrong chisel. The statue is not interesting.

Alvan squinted his eyes seeing Bonar did not budge even though Tokcer had stepped first. What is waiting for that innocent man. Looks like a thug but wits hick.

"Why are you here? Come Sono!"

"Ready sir!" exclaim Bonar with a carefree heart. It turns out that Mr. Alvan did not forget there are still prospective employees waiting for orders.

The Batak chased after Tokcer who had entered the car. So afraid of being left behind the Tarzan-style exclamations of the city resonated loudly.

"Woi Gecko..wait for me!" yelled Bonar did not want to miss the opportunity to ride a luxury car.

Tokcer the nosy deliberately run the car slowly as if to leave Bonar. The pure Batak exerted energy to remove all the powerful Auman so that Tokcer stopped the car.

"Seetttoooppp's...Ugly gecko!" exclaiming Bonar while chasing a car is driving.

Neighbors scattering out in shock listen to Bonar's deadly exclamation. They thought something terrible had happened in the neighborhood because Bonar's voice could shake the clothesline.

In the car Tokcer laughs giggling feeling funny playing Bonar. Tokcer stopped the car suddenly so that the Batak hit the butt of the car.

"Based on a crazy child." a neighbor's whistle that was not surprised that Tokcer and Bonar were there. Both are famous for causing storms even though they do not disturb the safety of neighbors. They are just noisy themselves.

"You're a big gecko! You're gonna kill me!" Bonar quickly opened the car door before Tokcer made another move.

"Why little body? My stomach is distended! Trichinosis..."

"Omongin's own brother! Bring your brother to sleep in your stomach! Don't eat with me!"

Bonar sits in an expensive seat while managing the breath sting due to the marathon in broad daylight. The hot air made Bonar sweat. The unpleasant smell of sweat produced by Bonar evaporated in the car.

Tokcer closes his nose disturbed by the unpleasant smell of Bonar. When will this child learn? Shower and rarely change clothes. Does Alvan want to accommodate a dirty Bonar model?

"Bo..tadi mornings I don't shower huh?"

"Kok knowing? Gifted to be an oracle!"

"And this guy! Not fortune-telling but the smell of lhu kayak smell of comberan! If you still want to work do not be dirty. Mr. Alvan likes clean people."

Bonar was consumed by the talk of Tokcer smelled the smell of ketek repeatedly if he smelled a comberan. The smell of sweat stings. But not as bad as Tokcer's picture. Just a smell of asem.

"Hehehe..smell bit! This morning I did not have time to shower because Mr. Alvan came home suddenly. I'll take a shower."

"Later? Now..gue put the lhu down at the lhu house! Shower can go to the restaurant."

"Is it not late?"

"Gue love lhu ten minutes! Enough of the smell of ketek lhu! Change our new clean clothes to the restaurant. It's an international restaurant! Andi ate there. Now we get a turn then don't be tacky! Come fast!"

"Gue take a shower at Wak Sugeng's shop only! Back home is a muter again! Wak Sugeng doesn't mind!"

"Whatever! Hurry yeah!" Tokcer drove the car to Wak Sugeng. The old owner of the garbage shop never gets angry even though sometimes the village children like to be naughty. All kinds of complete goods in Wak Sugeng stalls. From mosquito repellent to kitchen utensils. The kitchen seasoning is also complete there so the village mothers do not need to shop elsewhere because the near one is quite complete.

Tokcer and Bonar got down from the car accompanied by suspicious gazes of people around the stall. Two famous thugs suddenly turned to ride in a luxury car. Where are both comot people's cars.

Tokcer and Bonar sauntered leisurely to the Wak Sugeng stall acting as if they were indeed tyrants. Tokcer's neat clothes make everyone pangling. Undeniably Tokcer turned dashing with expensive mounts.

"Assalamualaikum Wak.buy shampoo and a small towel!" said Tokcer polite civilization self. The style of the village thug slender was removed for a moment so that he was not looked down upon.

"Not the raffle Wak.ini the Bonar got an Arab girlfriend! Bonar was given a car by his camel boyfriend. How much is it all? Oya there's selling clean shirts?"

"Yes kaos? Oh that doesn't exist. Who for?"

"For Bonar let's dress up and meet a girl. Take a shower, Wak!" Tokcer took the shampoo and handed the towel to Bonar. Bonar directly circled to the back of the Wak Sugeng stall. Wait for the old permission. Serobot play is more secure. Guaranteed not to be brushed Mr. Alvan because they steal time.

"Oh that's it! Wak had a soapy gift shirt. Can you?"

"May also Wak! Than his girlfriend smelled Bonar the same smell as Onta. Could mess!".

Wak Sugeng laughed amusedly hearing Tokcer's guyonan. Tokcer and Bonar are indeed thugs but they have never harmed the villagers. There's no reason Wak Sugeng doesn't like them.

Wak Sugeng carried a white bag containing a gift shirt from soap. The color is clean white with the logo of the shirt sponsor soap emblem. It's better than a rusty Bonar shirt.

"By Wak! How much should I pay!"

"Pay shampoo and towel prices only. The clothes are free! Wak doain Bonar made with camel boss. Tomorrow if we go on Hajj, we can stop at Bonar's house." Wak Sugeng innocently doain Bonar. Wrong Wak Sugeng believes in guyonan Tokcer. Tokcer and Bonar when there's serious. Ten words is just one serious one. Other guyonan hoax.

Bonar appears with fresh face plus wet hair. Now the Batak looks a lot more human than it was. The smell of lost rust changed the smell of shampoo for a thousand silvers. Tokcer handed Wak Sugeng gift t-shirts for his pal to wear.

"What's this?" Bonar has not understood the meaning of T-shirts from Tokcer.

"Wear this! The body is clean but the shirt still smells of bedbugs. Come quickly if you don't want to get a PHK."

"Oh..." Bonar immediately passed his shirt replaced with a gift t-shirt."Wak.titip clothes I'm here yes! The night I picked it up."

Bonar put his dirty clothes in a plastic bag and then entered Wak Sugeng. If not for the sake of the boss of the Onta Wak Sugeng did not want to accept the carbit welding odor shirt. Amusedly Wak Sugeng received Bonar's clothes and placed in the corner of the store.

Tokcer and Bonar don't have much time to continue the joke. Their job is more important than a riot. A little wrong can waste their work. Both immediately carried out Alvan's mandate.

At home Citra has gathered a small Alvan family. There was one child far away across the street. When will Afisa be able to return home. Alvan really wants to see his second number. Can they be as familiar as Afifa?

Azzam and Afifa helped Citra unpack the bag. Alvan slept in Azzam's room. Alvan couldn't sleep on the hard floor. It's been cold hard anyway. The bones seem to be dislodged by the cold steam of the mosque floor.

Now Alvan can have a chance to pamper himself to sleep on the soft mattress Azzam. Taking a break before lunch is a good choice.

Afifa was struggling spoiled on Citra's shoulders unfinished. Azzam calmer watch his sister and his mom fold clean clothes. Azzam is proud to have a talented and virtuous mother. Her mother had a strong backing but was willing to serve in a distant place. In the heart of Azzam gave five stars to Citra the mami pujaan.

"Mi..When do we meet Cece? Amei misses a lot! How many nights we don't video call." whined Afifa spoiled as usual.

"Why?"

"Cece is competing. Papa didn't give him a video call."

The image stops the movement of folding clothes. Whatever policy adoptive father Afisa forbid children to communicate. What Beijing does not know will affect Afisa's concentration in the match. The boy must have missed his twin brother.

"Mommy will ask Mom! Amei can't be sad. Mami promised to take you to Cece after we had enough money. Now study diligently let us quickly gather together." The image caressed the tiny hand of Afifa that was writhing on his shoulder.

"Bapi's coming with us?" asked Afifa innocent yet understood the situation.

"No.Busy fire can't keep us company! Who takes care of papi's office when he comes along. Amei should get used to it without papi. We'll hang out with Cece like we did." Azzam said that turning off Afifa's desire to get Alvan on the family list.

The image was stunned to see how firmly Azzam rejected Alvan. The image did not expect Azzam to hold a grudge against his own father. The image does not expect his son to keep bad feelings on his own father. Even if Azzam doesn't accept Alvan, he can't hate his birth papi.

The obligatory image helped Azzam out of a prolonged sense of vengeance. Even if they can not unite, Azzam must accept the fact Alvan his father. As a child, you must respect your parents.

"Ko.. don't say that! Amei doesn't understand. Koko and Amei clean the table! We will eat soon. Brother Tokcer is picking up food at the restaurant." The image shifted the topic so that Azzam would not poison Afifa with hatred from his heart. Afifa innocent little girls don't understand their parents' conflicts in the past. Afifa was just happy to have a complete parent. It was Afifa's dream from childhood.

Azzam lowered his head to understand the irritated image of Azzam intervening Afifa's feelings. Though Azzam's intentions only want to protect his mother from bad memories in the past. If Alvan's a good man, he won't waste his wife for another woman. That's the key to Azzam's dislike.

Citra looked at the backs of her two children with a troubled heart. The image of the dilemma facing this situation. Alvan urged forward while Citra was beset with doubt. Knitting severed threads or receiving other red threads.

Imagery is not about living with anyone. The important thing is to accept all his shortcomings and accept his three children. There is often miscommunication between spouses due to children. Married a couple but did not accept children from the couple. Cold war is inevitable.

That's what makes Citra think ten times to build a new household. Citra wants Citra to have been married in Beijing. Both from local residents and officials from the KBRI in China.

Child problems become obstacles to image. The children's happiness is everything to the image. Child happiness is the ultimate happiness of the image.

The mind of the image becomes uncontrollable. The hypocritical image begins to comfortably present Alvan among the children. Alvan's affection should not be doubted. Alvan is one hundred percent dear to his flesh and blood. This is the chance Alvan has a descendant, once missed forever Alvan family no heir.

"Mami..kok daydreaming?"

Citra. A large tall figure stood at the door of his room that was indeed open. Alvan stood casually leaning on the door frame noticed his woman daydreaming from earlier. The image daydreams until it does not know there is a large figure photographing himself using the eyes. The results are stored in the album of hearts. Only Alvan's eyes could see the portrait.