THE HEART THAT HOLDS THE WOUND
Chapter 54
The birthday party will be in a few hours. All the ranks of the company officials Kusuma Wijaya already in that place and so many with ordinary guards.
Everyone who was at the event enjoyed it starting from the dishes provided and the entertainers of the event.
Ningsih who had come from earlier was waiting for the owner of the event but his nose was not visible at all only Aldi was interested several times maybe he checked the event so that there was no mistake at all but if you think about this event there are no defects the same time and need to be investigated even though there are no journalists there is a way when this event is very large considering how the influence of Aditiya Kusuma Wijaya in the world of business but why well journalists do not exist at all, thought Ningsih.
"Where the hell is Aditiya's sir." - Suman Ningsih
The owner of the show was in the room where he was testing his wife.
"Mas really want to go where the hell to dress up like this" Zahira protested since this afternoon. Suddenly her husband picked her up from home and brought a hotel to prepare her.
"Don't bring it up, you just sit down and just accept my people do what I command" looked at his wife who was being groomed
"Yes but this is me from sitting here until when the hell I have to be dressed" because the husband always protested the groom's grooming, he said it was too thick powder if not lystic and it repeatedly.
"Either" upset himself for seeing his wife so beautiful dressed, he was not willing to show his wife in front of all the guests who came.
Zahirah was upset himself. Finally he took the initiative of his own "Mbak Isthat yes let me finish this" Zahirah pity the same mbaknya who already looks very tired.
Zahirah gave the last brush color according to the color of her lips "already good" glued in front of her husband's face.
Aditiya cleaned his wife's lipstick with her hand jam "this is perfect new "
"then do not need to dance and from earlier to be tired" pouted to see the wave in front of the mirror. lipsticks have disappeared "Yes right mbak "
the mother who was asked only smiled to see the funny face of Zahirah.
"You can get out. "
"No, ma'am, thank you"
"I'm sorry, my husband is sorry."
His mfather just nodded his head and passed away Zahirah stood up. If it lingers then the opportunity to get to work with the aditiya lost a blink of an eye because it only irritated the host.
Zahirah followed Aditiya's steps. Aditiya sat on the mattress and nourished his thighs.
"Well the mess we want to change clothes and why even tell me to sit on his shoulder.how to be able to divert his mind" Zahirah's inner screamed like it was out of this hotel room.
"Mas indeed we want to show where the hell" Zahirah walked towards the sofa, he pretended not to see Aditiya's hand.
"Ehh.mu where are you.sini sitting" realized his wife was not walking towards him.
Zahirah resigned "satisfy" sitting on her husband's thigh
"Hahah" kissed his wife and not overflowing his hands unzipped his wife's shirt.
"Mas want to do" standby one
"Would you change clothes "
Zahirah re-raised his fallen sleeve "I can myself mas" wanting to stand up
"Silent" gave the order, he wanted to pamper his wife.
Zahirah kept quiet and let her husband do what he wanted. God, why change clothes for so long.
