The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief

CHAPTER 73

"Dad and mom go first, honey. You are at home with Asih and Siska first yes," said Suci to Arsen who was watching television in the family room.

"Yes, Mom."

Suddenly Siska appeared from the kitchen.

He was astonished to see Sacred whose appearance had changed.

"Your clothes, …"

"Mbok Asih said the clothes you chose were less appropriate when used for a banquet. That's why I traded her for this orange dress."

"Do you know what parents are about fashion? The clothes you wear are so cute. Not suitable for official events. You just replace it with that one. That's also her makeup why was it removed? The same dress is fitting for you."

"Holy this may not be so good at choosing clothes. But you should know, when the late lady Arini was alive, I was the first person to be asked for an opinion about which clothes she would wear when she would attend a party or other formal event. So, I already understand which clothes the Saints should wear today. Black dress is only appropriate to be worn to attend funerals or worship," said mbok Asih.

"Damn! Why are these annoying parents more knowledgeable about fashion selection anyway!" siska Ompat.

"Pim Pim!" Suddenly the sound of a car horn came from the direction of the courtyard.

"Mr Ray is waiting for you, Nduk," said Mbok Asih.

"Yes, I'm leaving first, Mbok."

"Be careful."

"Mom's drug" said Arsen, waving his hand.

The saint left the room

Arriving in the yard.

Ray was quite impressed with the Holy appearance. The orange dress and the sheer makeup on her face made her appearance that afternoon seem simple yet still elegant.

"You can also choose clothes" he said.

"Ehm .. mbok Asih who had chosen this shirt."

Ray reviewed a thin smile.

"Mbok Asih is indeed the best fashion stylist," he said.

"At first Siska told me to wear a black dress with a thick makeup, but Asih forbade me to wear it. She said a black dress was more appropriate for a funeral."

"Mbok Asih is right, your stepbrother is outrageous. Come on, let's not get up late."

The saint sat next to the steering wheel.

"Ehm .. when in front of the invited guests later you do not call me by the name of sir yes."

"Why indeed?"

"God. You're my wife. What will they say when you call me sir."

"So, what should I call?"

"As far as you. Call Mas kek, Abang kek, Darling cake. The important thing is not to call me sir."

"Ow ... What is it? Just go for it."

"Mas Ray's. A whole new life this time I'm called a mas." Ray then chuckled.

Arriving at the banquet.

"Isn't your wife long dead? Then, who is this woman standing next to you?" ask one of his business partners.

"He's my wife, his name is Holy."

"Is he Arini's brother? Her face looks a lot like your late wife." One of the invited guests.

"Yes, brother. Brother countrymen satanah water," said Ray who suddenly made the laughter of some people who were in the room exploded.

"It could be you."

"Hi, Ray," said the homeowner who had just walked up to him.

Ray reviewed a thin smile.

"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Steven," he said.

"Is she your wife?"

(Is this woman your wife?)

"Yeah."

"Holy."

"Good to enjoy the meal."

The burly man patted Ray on the back before finally passing from before him.

"He's a bule?" ask Sacred.

"Not really. He is Indonesian, but has long lived in Paris. So use English more often."

"Oh, so."

"Let's go there."

Ray grabbed Holy's hand and wrapped it around his arm.

The saint agreed. In this place he must behave like a romantic husband and wife. Although in reality he was still so awkward at his former employer.

"Where do you want the menu?" ray asked as the two were in front of the buffet table.

Saints observe the dish that is held on the table is large enough. Almost all foreign menus for him, finally he only chose white rice with vegetable soup.

"That's just filling your plate?" ask Ray.

"All the menus on this table are foreign to me. I'm afraid this food doesn't fit on my tongue."

"Oh, I see," said Ray.

"How long have you been married?" ask one of Ray's business associates after lunch.

"Ehm .. not long ago."

"Why didn't you invite me?"

"Our wedding ceremony was just a simple one attended by the closest family."

"Whose Holy Lady was a university graduate?" timpal was a man who was also in the room.

"Ehm .. I-I, …"

"Holy is a graduate of a public university in the city of Y," Ray explained, wrapping his right hand on the Holy shoulder."

"It just so happened that my sister also graduated from one of the universities in the city. What major did the Holy Madam take?"

"Ehm …"

"Economic department," Ray replied quickly.

Holy stared at her husband's face.

Ray was actually able to keep his pride in the presence of his business colleagues.

"Ah, how lucky I am to have a husband like her," she said.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, lunch is over. Ray also invited Suci to leave the luxurious house.

"Thank you, Mas ..eh, Sir," said the Holy One on his way home.

"Thank you for what?"

"Master didn't embarrass me in front of your business associates."

Ray reviewed a thin smile.

"Where might I humiliate a woman who has stolen my heart and my only son."

Sacred felt her heart almost jump from its place when Ray suddenly grabbed her right hand.

"Don't call me master again, we're already husband and wife, aren't we?"

"Ba-ba-ik, Mr. .. uh .. Mas."

"Well, it'll be better to hear."

Saints gasped in shock when Ray suddenly stepped on the brakes of his car.

"What's up, sir? Uh ... Mas."

"Let's look at the man driving the car." Ray showed his index finger to a driver who was not far from his car.

"Oh my God, is not the man, …"

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