Disappeared Husband Married CEO
Sweet Treatments Yoga
The sound of step heels echoed on the third floor, which connected with Mesya's workroom. He stopped his steps and entered the room.
"Yes!
"Hey Git! come on in."
"It seems to be busy! anggita asked who saw two of Mesya's assistants in her room.
"Regular order these days. On average they choose traditional dresses."
"Well, your efforts are getting more successful."
Mesya smiled "It also takes hard work to be able to produce something."
"I've measured your body now."
"Yes in the effort Thursday it must be finished yes, Friday I have to go home, he said Saturday."
"Well! means three more days of my time to make this kebaya?
"Gimna can, right? come on please. for the sake of your best friend yes." seduced Anggita, the habit he had long ago when asking something from his best friend and eventually Mesya will melt
"Alright, I'm working my assistant overtime."
"Well that's doank! thanks beb." Anggita hugged his friend.
Mesya began to measure the body of his best friend, until he was a little suspicious of the shape of Anggita's body. "Git, your body is a little stretched. Usually your body size does not change."
Let's just sit still and take a deep breath. "I'm actually pregnant." Aggita pretended to be down sad.
"What?! got pregnant? Mesya smothered his mouth in disbelief. Mesya who saw the sadness in the eyes of his best friend immediately embraced him. There was the sound of Anggita's sobbing cry.
Why did you get pregnant? asked Mesya gently "Who is the father of this child." Mesya rubbed gently on his best friend's flat stomach.
"You don't need to know who his father is, when the time comes, I promise to tell you.",
"Alright I won't force you to be frank, I hope you can keep the child in your womb well."
"Of course I will take good care of this child. The fetus in my womb is a valuable asset to snatch Mas Prayoga from you Mesya! pekik Anggita in the heart.
"I'm sorry, I didn't invite you to come to my marriage contract, because I was ashamed of my pregnancy, let alone just a simple marriage."
Mesya smiled "Nothing I understand kok. ya already do not be sad again, I try Thursday is finished kebayanya."
The clock has shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. Mesya is still struggling with kebaya design for his best friend. Fortunately, two of his assistants wanted to be invited overtime.
The sound of the phone ringing repeatedly changed Mesya's attention towards his desk. "Rara, the pattern I've created help you scissor the material. Tomorrow I'll just sew it."
"Good Mom!
Mesya moved from his place, he walked to the table and took a cell phone on his desk. The name My Husband is on the front screen.
"Yes Mas!
"What time is it? why haven't you come home!' a sniffling sound was heard on the other end of the phone.
"Sorry Mas, I'm still working on a kebaya for Anggita. On Friday he wants to go home for a wedding, I can't bear to disappoint him."
There was a sigh at the end of the phone "Yes is coming home now. It's been almost twelve.
"Yes Mas!
Mesya began to tidy up the design patterns scattered on the table. "Mbak Rara, Ms. Inez you guys just go home, it's late at night, we finish tomorrow morning again."
"Good ma'am.."
"You guys go home with me, we're going in the same direction."
"The motor is in the boutique ajah, it's almost 12, mom worried you guys why on the street." finally the two women nodded obediently, it's not nice to refuse the invitation of her boss.
The three-story boutique shop has complete and comfortable facilities. Mesya with his two assistants down and leave the motorbike at a security guard who is on guard at night.
The highway looks empty. After taking down Rara and inez in his contract. Mesya drove his car back. At exactly 12 o'clock, the car stopped in front of the gate. Yoga exits the house and opens the gate.After the car is perfectly parked, Mesya gets off the car.
"I'm sorry I'm late." at the back of the husband's hand, kissed on his forehead by yoga.
"Have you eaten?"
"I forgot to eat because of so much work and had to be done in these two days."
"Let's go in." Yoga took his wife by the hand, and took her to the dining room and invited Mesya to sit down. Yoga opened the hood and saw some dishes on the table.
"Mas, what's the show? why tumben? tanya Mesya who rarely do yoga.
Yoga smiled and kissed Mesya's cheek "You must be hungry right? I'll order this food for Mas's wife."
Yoga puts rice and rib soup into the plate. "Buy mouthfuls ya."
"No need Mas, I can eat alone." rejected Mesya who felt strange with her husband's romantic attitude. It used to be a sweet treatment that often showed him Yoga, but in recent months his romantic side had disappeared with a lot of work and overtime outside. But now Yoga is beginning to show back its caring and romantic sense.
The hand of yoga continued to feed the wife, a sweet smile continued to be etched on her lips.
"Mas! you're not asking for anything anymore, are you? ask Mesya suspiciously.
"You're weird, Mas treat you romantic but suspect, later if Mas is not romantic in say not considerate." upset Yoga, grabbed a glass filled with water in front of him and then in his sip.
"No, I love your attention and romance." Mesya felt bad for her husband and at the hand of Yoga "Makasih ya have prepared this food for me. May we be forever romantic."
Yoga smiled and nodded "It's evening, let's rest."
"You clean up first, let Mas clean the dining table."
"Yes I've been upstairs."
Before long Mesya climbed the stairs, Yoga's phone rang. He saw the caller's name and immediately swiped the green button.
"Yes baby..."
"Mas, how? did you tell Mesya to go out of town?
"Sabar donk baby, Mesya just got home. She's up late fighting for your wedding dress."
"Haha..." Consider the openness "Mesya must indeed make a wedding dress for her honeymoon sister, because her husband will be my husband too."
"Well, my dear, I'm afraid Mesya is suspicious and our plan could fail."
"But as soon as we have to make an excuse, my family has everything ready for our wedding."
"Dear, that's for sure."
"Yes, I turned off the phone. I love you my honey."
"I love you too."
Yoga put his phone back in his pants pocket, he walked up the stairs following his wife.
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