Disappeared Husband Married CEO
Dinners
After taking a shower I set myself in front of the mirror by choosing clothes that are suitable for dinner with Mas yoga later in the afternoon, after returning from work. Finished with natural makeup, I walked out of the room down the stairs.
"Non Mesya is beautiful." Tempta bi Inah saw me amazed.
"Don't overdo the bik, I'm used to it." I smiled at the 40-year-old woman, who had worked for a long time with my family, while my mother was alive.
"Yes already bi, I went to the boutique first yes. later do not need to cook, I will have dinner outside with Mas yoga. Cook for auntie ajah."
"Yes Non!
I stepped out of the terrace then into my favorite car.I drove the car to the boutique. Less than 1 hour I have arrived in front of the boutique. After my car parked perfectly, I entered the three-story building that looked sturdy and classy. My smile broadened as I stared at the shophouse that I had turned into a boutique specialty shop. I built all my dreams without yoga. Yes, I bought the vacant lot that I built into a shophouse, the proceeds of selling my heritage kebon that my mother and father gave me. because of the strategic position of my boutique and the results of my hand design are able to sell a variety of models, so they are interested in buying quality products in my boutique at affordable prices.
I stepped my foot into the boutique. Some employees who saw my presence turned their heads and bowed respectfully.
"Mother's mom?"
I nodded while smiling at them, admiring every design of my hand that had become a beautiful garment.
"Sir Mesya!"
As I was struck by a familiar voice, I turned my head back and sure enough, my sister-in-law walked over with her two friends.
"Gisha? tumben is here early in the morning? aren't you going to college?"
"The lecturer does not enter brother, often truant and continue brother! he said while glancing at a statue menakin that there is a collection of the latest clothes.
"But it's usually in place of other subjects."
"It's okay, brother, sometimes we'll skip it!"
I shook my head in disagreement with my sister-in-law's demeanor. He thought college was free and cost nothing. "Yes, I've been upstairs."
"sister! call him when I step on my foot into the stairs. I looked at "What else?"
"Geisha likes the same clothes on the statue, can make me yes brother!
I saw the statue that had been the target since, a model of teenage clothes made of knitted materials that I ordered from Korea, I made it specifically for the official girl, she said, it just so happens that there are leftovers and I can make them into modern clothes. I sighed softly, the habit of my sister-in-law from a long time ago who always asked for branded goods. Suddenly I remembered the photo that Geisha posted three days ago.
I nodded "Can! but there's something you want to ask."
"Ask what, brother! the Geisha's face turned pale, whether she knew what I was going to ask.
"Come with brother!
The geisha squeezed both hands and froze in place, while two of her friends fell silent.
"Oh brother, my stomach hurts. Later I followed ya." I saw a Geisha holding her stomach and pretending to have a stomachache, then she stepped away with her two friends.
"We'll see Geisha, you won't be able to escape my questions later, nor will my mother-in-law.your lies will be exposed."
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The clock has shown at 05.00 pm I began to contact Mas yoga, as promised earlier that will be dinner tonight.
"Assalamualaikum Mas!
"Wa'alaikumsalam, baby."
"I'm done with my job, you pick me up, right?"
"we each go to the restaurant dear, Mas still have a sudden job.not until six o'clock Mas is already in the place that Mas ordered."
"Mas didn't lie, did he? I asked as if I doubted my husband.
"No dear dong, it's already mas boking. you ask the cashier and say it on behalf of Prayoga Damarwangsa."
"I've been there right away."
"Dear, be careful on the road."
The phone connection was cut off, I started cleaning up and tidying up my makeup. I took my foot to the parking lot and got into my pride car, the result of my own hard work. There was a feeling of anxiety and worry in me as I drove my car to the place where Mas yoga had ordered. Half an hour later I had arrived at a European-style restaurant that carried international food.
"Madam can we help you?" asked a friendly cashier, I was already standing in front of the cashier's desk.
"Has Pak Yoga Damarwangsa been boking this place?"
"With Mrs Mesya? asked the hijab-wearing woman in front of me. I nod my head "Yes Ma'am."
"Already in the boking bu, in the private room. Let's take you."
I tailed the woman behind her towards the place that was already the yoga message.
"BUUG!
Suddenly I collided with someone. "Sorry Ma'am." said the man in black, his body bent and took my bag which fell and gave it to me without looking at me. The man seemed to be in a hurry, he took a quick step while talking to someone on the phone.
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