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Chapters. 27 Papa-in-Law Messages

POV Mitha (Papa-In-Law Message)

Gee whiz....

What was that..? Am I dreaming? Fatan kissed my forehead.

I fumbled at the forehead that Fatan had just frowned upon. Still feels warm former touch of his lips. Suddenly the smile on my lips expanded when I remembered Fatan's expression after kissing my forehead earlier.

Huwahhahahaha.

Fatan's face was met with red like a boiled crab. Maybe he's embarrassed of me. If I had just held the camera, it would have immortalized that rare moment. The ice block finally melted as well.

Satisfied with laughing myself, I put myself back in bed. I want to collapse again because my body is still weak and my head still feels dizzy. Soon I flew back to dreamland. Akh. basic pregnant women, the work sleep mulu, nih. Thankfully there are no in-laws. If there is, I can be labeled as a lazy son-in-law. Although the truth is true, but not delicious, kalee.

I fell asleep long enough that a knock on my bedroom door woke me from sleep.

" Non.., Non Mitha." Bi Asih's voice called my name.

" Just go in, Bi. Not locked..! " my answer is still with my eyes half closed.

Cekrek, the door opened. Bi Asih's face poked behind the door.

" Excuse me, Non. "

" Here you go, bi."

I immediately got up and sat on the bed. I still feel a little weak.

Bi Asih then walked into the room and approached me politely.

" Sorry, Non. The big lord called. Tuan ordered Den Fatan and Non Mitha to go to attend the dinner invitation at the residence of the extended family of Mr. Pramono Agung at 07:00 later tonight" Bi Asih reported.

What....? What...?

As a result, I was immediately shocked to hear the message of Papa-in-law. Hearing the word dinner invitation, my mind immediately imagined the party of rich people I often see in movies and also my favorite Korean Drama.

Surely there everyone looks stunning with a variety of luxury clothing.

Duh, Wrestling....

I was like a hick even though I didn't use ashes.

Well, how is this. All my life I've never been to a party like that. At best go to a friend's wedding. It was also still around his village. And the clothes I wear are usually the most luxurious just a shirt plus a long skirt or even a dress stitched by my mother.

" Bi Asih, how is this. I don't have proper clothes to wear to the party ? mitha replied with a panicked expression.

Bi Asih smiled at my panic. " If the problem is, Non Mitha need not worry. Mrs Amel said she had contacted Boutique where Mrs Amel used to buy clothes. Non Mitha can ask Den Fatan to take Non Mitha there." continued Bi Asih.

I was momentarily silent hearing Bi Asih's words. Correct. .? I'm not wrong anymore, right..? Mommy-in-law I'm so good....

" The truth that aunt said, is that....? Bi Asih nodded in agreement.

I breathed a sigh of relief hearing the testimony from Bi Asih. " Thank God. Bi, thank you, for the information."

" Together, Non. If so, auntie will go down first. Help Bi Surti cook."

I nodded and immediately grabbed my salary to call Fatan.

Oh Allah.....Yes Gusti.....

I patted my own teardrop. Shit...tolol....tolol..!!!

I cursed myself. Why....?Want to know the reason...?

All right, I'll tell you why...

I just realized I don't have a Fatan number. Now, I'm so confused myself because I can't reach Fatan for help to get to the Boutique that Mommy Amel mentioned earlier.

Bego, right......?

Married to Fatan for almost three months, but did not have her husband's number. What kind of wife, me?

Slowly, I descended the winding stairs that connected the lower and upper floors. When I was downstairs, I immediately looked for the whereabouts of Bi Asih or Bi Surti in the kitchen. I'm sure they must be there. And I'm also sure a thousand percent of them would have their employers' phone numbers, including my husband's number, Fatan.

" What..!!? Non Mitha doesn't have a Fatan number?" Bi Asih looked surprised as I asked Fatan's number to him.

I nodded in embarrassment while screeching. "I never asked for his number." I answered lightly.

Bi Asih and Bi Surti bobbed their heads at my behavior. Bi Asih finally gave Fatan's phone number to me.

" Non Mitha exists - there is only. The time of the husband's own number does not have. "capped Bi Surti later.

" Yeah, I don't think about calling her" I replied.

" Loh, I can. He is the husband of Non Mitha. Why don't you think you should call Den Fatan?

" Males." I answered lightly while inserting Fatan's number into my salary.

" Thank you, Bi... " I stepped back into the room leaving the two middle-aged women staring at my departure with astonished gazes.

In the room, I immediately pressed the Fatan number and thank God it was directly connected.

" Who is this with....? "heard a voice over there. The voice of Fatan of course. Who else..?

" Ohm.it's me. "I hesitated. I'm so embarrassed.

" Ah, Mitha. What's up...? " fatan's voice panicked when he found out I called him.

"I was told by Bi Asih that your father told you that we were both told to go to a dinner party at the large family residence......who's big family? i've forgot.. "

" The great family of Mr. Pramono..? " ask Fatan.

Well, he seems to know. Good thing that is.

" Yes, I already know. Papa called me. But I want to ask, are you willing to go there with me...? "

I was silent for a moment by Fatan's question. Aye, yeah. Also true. Did I tell you I was willing to come to the party. So, it could be, right, if I refuse to come there.

" Mitha. You're still there, right? " ask Fatan.

" A. I don't know. I didn't have a proper dress to wear to the party." I replied at last.

" Did mommy I not say anything..?" ask Fatan later.

" Yes, said Bi Asih, mommy you said that if the dress problem, I can go to the boutique mommy subscription. He said you could take me there." answered me again.

" Do you want me to take you there? " ask Fatan.

I went back to silence. I weighed - hesitated for a moment. Wanna go, don't you..? Wanna go, don't you..? Not go..? Wanna go....?

" Mitha, if you don't want to go I don't want to. I can tell Papa if you're not feeling well or sick... "

" Yes, I want to go. "break up later.

" What...?

" Yes, I'm going to the boutique. Get me...! "

I turned off the phone unilaterally. Jeez. My heart is deg - degan. I'm ashamed bangett.

Rushing I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and changed my home shirt with a white cut shirt and three-quarters army green pants.

I dress modestly because honestly during my pregnancy I was very allergic to smelling fragrant - fragrant smells include perfumes and cosmetics. Last I applied colored lipstick mate to my lips so as not to seem pale. Perfect, I thought while gripping myself.

Done dressing up I waited for Fatan while playing Facebook. I haven't opened the app in the past labeled little f. I skate on my armchair and sometimes reply to chats from my FB friends.

Because I waited so long to fall asleep again. I only realized when I felt someone caressing my cheek.

" Sister Fatan... "