The Mystery of the White House

40.

" Here you are. Moo that mouth at school. Habits!!" nagel Mr. Darman.

" Yes.yes, I forgot sir" replied Mbok Saroh regretted.

" When do you sir, Aden take the drug? Actually I'm not sure that madam has the disease!" mbok Saroh.

" Lah..it sik did not make the mind all this time Bune!! Where exactly is that midwife?? just say it!! Is all this the work of Uncle and Aunt Aden??" reply Mr. Darman.

" Hhhh... that man!! Wicked e ra mekakat!! (Nice is not curvature!!) Let Gusti Allah sik mbales!! Big sin sir, orphaned child "grunts Mbok Saroh.

" Hm. pray for the best. Bune, mayu should know the true state of her husband. But we don't have the authority to do that. How do you try to talk to Aden. Same bias you can take your talk!!" said Mr. Darman

" Yes.. Ja.. Sir, it will not be possible to talk to Aden" replied Mbok Saroh.

" Yes, I don't work anymore. There are still many tasks from Aden. I don't want everything to fall apart" said Mr. Darman closing the conversation.

" Yes.. Yes. wes Pak ati - ati. Don't speed. Old Wes is no longer capable of his old eyes lo !!" remember Mbok Saroh.

The two old men immediately left the place. They are busy with each of the affairs that assign them in their daily activities.

In a very large room. There is a pair of lovebirds who are bumbling around the situation. Each of the two sides had nothing to melt the atmosphere of that morning.

Vendra wanted to try to open the chatter but his tongue seemed to be confused to say or say. Aisyah who just bowed shyly to look at her husband remained silent.

" What kind of atmosphere is this !!!! Hissss" Vendra grumbled inwardly.

" I'll have to start it if master doesn't start the conversation!! I have to be able to!!" aisha said in her heart.

" Sir"

" Aish"

Say them simultaneously.

" Master first"

" You go first"

Say them together again.

Aisyah then replied with her sweet smile. Those sharp eyes looked at him filled with admiration. A sweet smile from the girl he had been observing in his silence. Now she enjoyed that sweet smile back perched on her tiny lips.

" Master first" Aisyah said later.

" Emb.all right. You can take a shower, all the needs and needs have been prepared there" said Vendra by pointing at a door.

" Yes sir. Thank ye. I will carry it out soon. And. embb... mister.. I will sleep on the sofa" said Aisyah by pointing to a sofa in the corner of the room.

" Hmm. whatever" Vendra replied briefly and indifferently.

Vendra immediately exited the room to the balcony. He's busy picking up his cell phone. In the way the name he will be connected to.

" Hmm.. masih ada nomernya. Akan aku coba" gumam Vendra lirih.

Aisyah is still busy with her activities in the bathroom. There was not the slightest trace of fear that came before when he first saw Vendra.

Yes, Vendra has changed his appearance. With hair that is cut short and neat, you could even say the haircut is like a contemporary young man.

Brewok and his mustache that had been covering his handsome face was no longer there. Looks so perfect Vendra's face. His looks are no doubt.

" O God, how perfect the man was. Hmmmm... I never doubted anything You said" murmured Aisha lirih.

Aisyah immediately dismissed her thoughts. She was already blown away from her husband's face. It was not natural to admire her husband's face. It's halal anyway, it doesn't matter if you imagine it.

There was a faint sound of the baritone in Aisyah's ears. Slowly Aisyah indirectly stole the conversation.

Aisyah approached the balcony door with heart, afraid that Vendra might suspect her.

" Who did he call? Is it Mr Darman??" inner Aisyah.

There was a squeaking chair that shifted/sign that the inhabitants of the throne were rising from his throne. Aisyah immediately ran to the dressing table and quickly looked for a comb.

He ran through the whole drawer to look for the existence of the thing. But never found.

Sreekkkk

There was a curtain that blocked the door from sliding. Vendra saw his confused wife looking for something.

" What are you looking for???" ask Vendra a little loudly.

" Athaghfirullahhaladzim" said Aisyah in shock.

" Embb.. comb master" replied Aisyah cirih.

Vendra immediately walked towards a closet. Then he opened the closet. It opened slowly and then turned towards Aisyah.

" Come on !!" bring Vendra.

Aisyah was confused by Vendra's invitation. Because they are in one room and one room. Why should I invite? That's what's on his mind.

" Come on !!" take Vendra a little sarcasm.

Without asking Aisyah followed Vendra. And Aisha was stunned that it was not a closet door. Unless it was a door to the room.

" Get in!!" Vendra's orders.

Aisyah who was stunned just kept quiet and walked through every corner of the room. He just remained silent and observed the room with no exception.

There are several collections of clothes and bags and shoes that are quite expensive. All are available for men and women.

" Try!!" pinta Vendra relax.

" Ccccoba??" asked Aisyah nervously.

" Yes, all yours. The part here is yours and the part here is mine. Mbok Saroh who prepared everything" explained Vendra.

" Thank you sir" Aisyah replied nervously.

" Deplace your clothes !! Aren't you worried? It's dirty, isn't it? In fact, sorry. The shirt is not worth wearing" said Vendra Cuek.

" I'm sorry, sir. This shirt is dirty. I can wash it back. But if to judge the quality of this shirt, I think this is more than enough for me to wear. Because all this is a symbology. I really appreciate it" Aisyah replied a little sniffly.

" The one who buys the symb. Money from me!!" vendra replied no less.

Aisha was silent and silent. She did not return to answer her husband. Sometimes his gluttonous nature and sharp tongue made his heart sigh bitterly.

" Huffttt. Thank you for indirectly buying me this dress" replied Aisyah to end a very weightless debate in her opinion.

" yes. Disagree. All for you. Dress up only for your husband. Close all your awrah. Because it's only for the lawful for you" said Vendra and passed.

Aisyah did not answer and just nodded slowly. He then chose a very simple but classy game. According to him it is a very simple and comfortable to wear for a day at home.

When finished, Aisyah immediately preen with a little face moisturizer that has been provided on her makeup table. Then put on lip moisturizer to make it look a little fresh.

After drying her hair she put on her hijab and then walked out of her wardrobe.