The Tarnished Wife

Become an advertising model

The days keep changing, the months keep changing. It did not feel Rara and Reza had passed eight months after a romantic night at the peak of that time.

And, since then Reza really embodies his words, every time he desires, Reza always channel it to his wife. Now, she has completely drowned out the trauma of Rara's body that Zayn touched. But Reza's way of making love isn't fun for Rara. Many times Reza gets straight to the point, without warming up first.

Instead of strengthening her heart to be able to touch Rara and drown out the trauma, she did it in a way to the point, straight to the core and done. As a result, Rara never felt the pleasure of making love. He was increasingly unable to keep up with the twenty-one plus talk with Nayra and Widya, as it is today.

“Ish, the printer came out really long,” said Widya who waited for the print results on the Nayra table.

“Yes the printer there is a bit long, Wid. Mending here aja,” replied Rara while pointing at the printer on her desk.

“Yang slowly even more delicious, Ra,” said Nayra.

“Iya, Ra. If the spit out, he did not enjoy,” Widya chirped.

These two young mama always associate everything with something that smells twenty-one plus.

“Basically yes you guys, again by what? Where to?” Rara shook her head and smiled.

Sontak Widya and Nayra laughed.

“Yes the name is also, not that anu,” said Wdiya who likes to be unclear.

“Ngga clear you, not in love what last night?” asked Nayra while nudging her elbow at Widya.

“It is precisely because of most of this,” said Widya who made these three women laugh again.

Rara just let out a laugh, because the bed business for her was nothing special. Reza does it by standard.

“Luck no Husna. If there is more dizziness he shunned it,” said Rara.

Both women confirmed. Today Husna permission due to being permission to the campus to legalize diplomas according to the request of the foundation, because previously Husna applied not to use a legalized diploma. While Mrs Ratmi has gone home first. There are three of them who still feel at home in this building.

Tib-suddenly a woman from the Ordinance section came into the room. “Mbak Rara, he said in the room Pak Reihan.”

Sontak Nayra and Widya looked at each other and then led to Rara's face.

“You have any error Ra?” ask Widya.

Rara shakes. “His power.”

“Kok tumben directly told to face the chairman of the foundation?” ask Nayra.

Rara just shrugged her shoulders. “Ngga tau.” Then he stood up. “Yes I have been to Mr. Rei's room first yes, because it's just that I was picked up.”

Widya and Nayra just nodded and saw Rara's hasty departure.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

Rara knocked on Reihan's room.

“Ya in,” says Rei.

“Father call me?” ask Rara.

Reihan stood up and let Rara sit down. “Yes, Mrs Cleo. Sorry to interrupt, do you want to go home?”

Rara shook her head and smiled. “Not yet, I'm still waiting for an invitation.”

“Oh, okay. I to the point so as not to use the time mom.”

“OK,” said Rara who was sitting opposite Reihan.

“Begini, I want to make Bu Cleo for our foundation icon. Yesterday our amrketing team was confused to find a model, while the cost for advertising was not large and if using artists, the budget was not possible. So to press the budget, I think using the insider alone to be the model.”

“Why me?” ask Rara.

Eagerly Reihan replied because Bu Cleo was beautiful, but it felt unethical and too vulgar for their not-so-familiar size. They only know the owners and employees.

“I just forward from the marketing team. They filed for mother's name.”

Rara throttled her forehead. “Oh, that's it. I asked my husband first yes sir, because I was worried my time at home would be a little eroded because of this activity.”

Reihan smiling. She is again fascinated by the answers given by Rara, according to her Rara is perfect as a wife.

“Good. Okay!”

Shortly thereafter, Rara's phone reads showing a message from Reza who is already in the courtyard of this building.

“Good, Mom. Thank ye. I wait for the answer immediately.”

“Good, Sir.” Rara smiled and said goodbye.

Rara came out of the room and rushed to see her husband. Seen there, Reza was sitting on the bench of the Foundation park. The man waved his hand with a smile. Rara also welcomed the wave of the hand.

On the outside, Rara looks so happy to have a husband who loves her so much and accepts her for who she is. However, I don't know why it feels like lately he's a little hollow. Don't know why?

****

Crutches ... Crutches ... Crutches

Rara's unconditioned stomach sound was heard by Reza.

“Honey, you laper?”

Rara nodded. “Iya, I was very lazy to the cafeteria.”

“Yeah, why didn't you say from earlier anyway.” Reza ruffled Rara's hair and Rara only responded with a grin, causing Reza to turn anxious.

Both are still in the car. Then Reza saw a restaurant that serves Italian food. Then stop there.

“Pizza?” ask Rara.

Reza nodded. “You haven't eaten this for a long time?”

Rara smiled widely and nodded quickly. “You know I really want to eat this.”

“Iya dong.”

Then, Reza and Rara both get out of the car. Reza immediately took the wife by wrapping his hands around her waist.

Reza and Rara quite a long time enjoy the typical Italian food in this restaurant. Even Rara's focus is on a woman who is pregnant but still works by continuing to stand as a cashier. Sometimes the woman comes along to clean the table that has been completed on the reservation.

“Kak, you see that woman!” Rara invites Reza to see what she is watching.

Reza turned to look at the woman, he knew her a little, but forgot. “Why?” tanyakanya.

“I pity from earlier the same him. She is again pregnant big but must continue to stand up and clean the dirty table.”

“That was his job, darling.” said Reza relaxed.

“Yes, but her husband has a lot of heart anyway, ngebiarin his wife works like that when she is again pregnant big. kesel deh me if there is a guy who does not take responsibility like that.”

Reza looked at the wife's face. He never saw Rara angry. But this time Rara was upset.

After enjoying the meal, Rara and Reza stood up to get out. Rara stood outside while waiting for Reza who was paying for their order at the cashier.

The woman at the checkout is the woman he and Rara talked about. Reza glanced at the face of the cashier who had lowered his head earlier.

“This is the change, sir,” said the cashier.

“Thank you.” Reza took the change and left.

He went out to meet Rara.

“Oh, jeez Ra. My wallet was left at the cashier,” Reza said as she reached into her pocket.

“Ih, you. Good thing it's still here.”

“Yes I've been inside again. Wait here for a moment,” said Reza who directly entered the restaurant again.

Rara simply nodded and waited for her husband to come back out.

Long enough, Reza was inside to make Rara want to step her foot inside as well. However, when he opened the door, Reza opened it.

“It's done?” ask Reza.

“Ya,” Reza nodded.

“Old pocket?” ask Rara again.

“Hmm .. Yes, it turns out my payment is also less.”

“Oh.” Rara just rounded her lips, there was no suspicion of any Rara to the husband.