
Five months later, Tamara and Bara's relationship gradually improved, because apparently the man had managed to restore the wife's shop that had been sold first by Kinanti, the middle-aged woman who is now may be sickly.
"Mas went to the office first" said Bara who now wants to teach Tamara to call herself mas.
Tamara, who was putting on makeup in front of her makeup mirror, turned her head towards Bara because she did not when she heard the man say that. "Mas, since when did your name change to Mas?" ask Tamara with a shrunken forehead.
"You should call me Mas from now on, it's not nice if you keep calling me by name." Bara justifies his own tie as the man answers Tamara. "Yesterday Mama Tami rebuked me, Mama said that if you have to teach me to call me Mas, plus we have been married five months. However, your nickname is still with my name only," Bara continued telling the wife.
Tamara can only be oh ria, because the woman also justifies what Bara said.
"Where do you agree?" ask Bara.
"I agree, but I'm sorry if my tongue is still sprained often," replied Tamara who felt that she should now be able to accept Bara, who was not, because to the woman it seemed like the man who had made her the wife was really good.
The proof until this moment Bara never asked for his rights, even though they both had slept together on the same bed for almost three months.
Bara also really treats Tamara like a queen, to the extent that the woman's work at home if not going to the store is just a lie, and Bara also more often invites Tamara to eat outside, so that the woman will not be able to eat, selian Bara also spends more time for his wife than his job, because for Bara Tamara happiness is superiority.
"Ah no problem, I believe you will get used to it for a long time." Bara smiled and briefly glanced at the clock on his wrist. "Oh yeah, since the meeting at the office is still an hour and a half away, how about we have breakfast outside?"
Tamara nodded slowly, because the woman apparently did not want the husband to rent ART. Because Tamara did not want anyone else to be free to go in and out of the apartment. So that made Bara decided to send cleaning service only who came to the apartment three times in one week. Fortunately Tamara also immediately agreed to it all without any frills of rejection.
"Alright, if you agree. I'll just wait here." Bara smiled, because waiting for the very woman he loved finished making up was not so much a problem for him.
"In the car alone, after all I'm done," said Tamara who felt bad if Bara just kept waiting for him almost every day like that.
"It's okay for you to dance, I'll keep waiting for you here." I refused to go to the car first.
"Basic stubbornness" grumbled Tamara slowly. Honestly, this time the woman felt embarrassed if she continued to be looked at like that by her husband.
"Ish, the gumbal is stale," said Tamara, whose cheeks are now flushed like tomatoes. "Things and flirting are suitable for ABG, not us who are old like this" Tamara said with a smile.
"For me in these eyes you are still ABG's son" said Bara who now chuckles.
"The more excited you are, Mas, let's go now. Rather than having to discuss this unimportant matter." Tamara rubs a little calmed lipstick on her thin lips. Before the woman moved from her seat.
***
In the car, Bara is seen constantly staring at Tamara when in the front there is jammed.
"Well, it could be late for you to meet Mas, if this is the story," Tamara said opening the conversation while continuing to look forward.
"Hero I told you to back off the meeting hours. So, I think it's okay."
"Very disproportionate to you Mr. Bara," sloroh Tamara.
"It's not so, but you can see for yourself the current state ahead there is jammed. Makes Mas feel better to just back off the meeting hours instead of being canceled" Bara said.
"You're right Ma–" Tamara's sentence was interrupted when she saw the figure of her stepmother begging in front of the car which was about two cars away from her car. "Mas, isn't that Kinan's mother?" Tamara pointed towards Kinanti.
The curious Bara also looked towards Tamara's index finger. "Yes, that is indeed your former stepmother," Bara replied without showing the slightest entangled experesion like the current Tamara.
"I have to go down, because I want to see it." Shortly after saying that Tamara just opened the door of the car, and immediately went down even though Bara had banned it.
"Ara, don't go!" exclaim Bara.