
Bianca stared at her reflection with a confused and strange look on her face. During his life, he rarely wore a suit like this. It may even be counted as fingers.
Bianca turned her head as the door of the room suddenly opened, she was even more astonished to see her husband and son look the same as him.
"Mommy, I'm ready." Said Kiano with a face full of smiles.
Bianca mangosteen, she was still fixated on her husband. Raka, is that really her husband. Is that guy really 29 years old? But at the moment Raka looks more like a 24-year-old man.
"Darling, are you ready yet?" tanya Raka walked over to his wife.
Bianca regained her senses, she nodded her head in response.
"Mas, where are we going to wear gini clothes?" bianca asked confusedly.
Raka smiled. "Healing, Honey. Keep getting bored at home, so let's go for a walk." Answer Raka.
"But wear this shirt?" bianca pointed to herself.
Raka nodded. "I love seeing you like this, adorable." Raka answered and pinched his wife's cheek.
Bianca sighed, she looked back at her own appearance. Denim jacket with matching pants and white t-shirt on the inside. Oh yeah, don't forget the white sneaker that complements Bianca's appearance.
Kiano and Raka are the same, they wear denim jackets and pants like Bianca and sneakers. The three of them were wearing the same clothes. I don't know what the goal is, but they look very suitable.
"Then the car?" ask Bianca.
"Your car." Raka answered and pulled his wife's hand.
Raka took his wife and son out of the house. The housemaids looked dumbfounded at the appearance of their employers who were really cool and suitable.
"Geez, sir the mistress is really a match huh. Beautiful and handsome." Said one of the servants whispering.
"He'eh, that's a good fit. The den Kiano is also more handsome," replied the others.
Raka approached the waiter at her house. "Bi, we want to go first and maybe come home tomorrow. Take care of the house, yes" said Raka.
"Good, Sir. May the holiday please," the housekeeper politely replied.
Bianca planga-plongo, she seems not to understand the purpose of all this. Raka wants to take her on vacation, but why should I wear gini clothes.
"I was going to ride a motorcycle, but I was afraid of the rain so I bought you a sunroof." Said Raka lightly.
"Mas, did you buy a car like a candy bar?" bianca asked in shock not to play.
"No, honey. I've never bought candy with a card, most use cash." Raka answered and opened the door for his wife.
Bianca is still gawking, she who usually looks fierce now even like a rude person. Confused and strange.
Kiano sat in the back seat, while Raka was of course the one driving the car.
"Where are we going, Mom? It's also late afternoon." Said Bianca who kept asking.
"Darling, you ask again, I kiss." Threaten Raka with facial features difficult to interpret.
Bianca finally chose to be quiet, she looked at the car that she had been preteli plasticnya with a confused look.
Her husband bought a car at this triple-digit price like buying candy. Bianca wondered if her husband had that kind of money.
"Your money is a lot, Mom?" ask Bianca of origin.
Raka did not answer immediately, he turned his car driver and came out of the area of his house.
Bianca's eyes narrowed, she wrongly asked so to her husband. Bianca had heard that a truly rich man would not admit that he was rich.
"Duh, so I married a very rich widower." Mumbled Bianca smiling to herself.
"Why you?" tanya Raka saw his wife smiling.
Bianca's smile was gone and she changed with Deheman. "It's okay." Bianca is lying.
"But I want to open the glass above that." Kiano pointed to the roof of the car.
Since it was late afternoon, there was no more sun. Raka then opened the glass and let her son see the sky that began to darken as the day grew late.
Bianca looked up, smiling happily. Not because Bianca is tacky with an open roof car, but she is very happy because this car is hers that Raka bought.
Although Bianca can not drive a car, but it does not matter that important he has a car.
The streets were quite dense, even the sky was really already dark the night mark had already come. The city of Jakarta is indeed beautiful in view at night like this.
"Always like the same view of Jakarta at night." Bianca.
Raka smiled, this is the goal. Take his son and wife for a walk around the city of Jakarta at night.
Raka could not take a long walk, because tomorrow he had to work and attend an important meeting.
"We go to the mall first yeah, eat." Take Raka to his wife and son.
Raka also turned her car into the wrong mall. He would take his wife shopping and take his son to play games there. But before that, they will eat first.
Today Raka will be full pampering his son and wife. He wanted Bianca and Kiano to be happy, especially Bianca whose mood was destroyed by Yola this morning.
As Raka and her son and wife walk, they become the center of attention. Not because of their tacky appearance, they were fascinated by that one little family.
Bianca who was not confident, in the end was ordinary. It is a leisurely walk and a bodo time with people's views.
"Kiano what do you want to eat, honey?" ask Bianca softly.
"I want sushi, Mommy." Answer Kiano.
Bianca also took Kiano's hand, she then took her husband and son to a restaurant that sells sushi.
"I'm sorry, Bi. I can't go far, because tomorrow I work." Raka said, holding his wife's hand.
"It's okay, Mom. This is so special to me, thank you for always making me happy." Bianca replied with a smile.
Raka mangosteen, he is happy if his wife is happy. Raka will work hard for the happiness and comfort of his son and wife.
"Oh yes, Mas. You said we were going home tomorrow, then where are we going to sleep?" ask Bianca.
"I've prepared it, special for you and Kiano." Raka answered and kissed the back of his wife's hand.
Bianca nodded, she would certainly believe in her husband. Bianca will go wherever Raka asks her, because as long as she goes with Raka, never once was she made sad.
"Mommy, look at that baby. I want to too." Kiano's chirps made Raka and Bianca look at each other.
MAS RAKA THE HUSBANDABLEğŸ˜
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