100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

Cell phones as an excuse

The first day of work made me very tired with the busyness that is quite draining of the mind, so many errors of recording contained in the previous data left by the accounting staff before, he said, and I have to fix it all right.

Lunch breaks made me even more tired, there was no cafeteria in the office where I worked, the company was just developing, and not too big. Most employees order their lunches online or bring supplies from home. And that's what they did at least an hour ago before going in for lunch to order a meal.

I who did not understand the rules of the game was forced to get out of the office, wasting time taking a break in the car that Emil gave to find the nearest restaurant, ah,,,,,,,, to find a nearby restaurant,,,, if this continues it feels like my salary is only enough for the money to eat.

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I sat down waiting for the order menu while playing a mobile phone reply message with Aretha who was in Indonesia, exchanging news and telling a lot of things, ah,,, my dear Titaku, my dear, the little baby girl looked even more cute and adorable with the bando minny mouse that she was wearing.

^^^[He is good at crawling!]^^^

A reply to the short video that Aretha sent.

My lunch came, I could only sigh longing for Indonesian food, especially mother's cooking.

^^^[Look, how I'm not getting thinner, Aretha. My meal menu is often like this, not every day I can find rice.]^^^

I sent you pictures of my meal menu.

[What is that, aunty?]

^^^[onion soup and foie gras served with vegetables.]^^^

[Gee, it must be delicious!]

^^^[Well, not good, than starving to death.]^^^

[Alright, good-bye. We missed you,]

I sent so many love emotes in return, then pocketed the flat object back and started eating my lunch.

For about 15 minutes I focused on my food and hurriedly finished it because I had to go back to the office, and as I looked up to lift the glass filled with water to gulp it down, my gaze was fixed to the front, almost the water that just entered my mouth spewed, suddenly the man was already sitting there with three other men and a woman, sexy. Sure oes.

Staring at me with eyes that cannot be quantified. Laughing? Maybe, because I'm here sitting alone with no one to accompany me. But, since when was he there? Did he notice me earlier? Oh, of course not, who am I?

A little nervous, that's how I feel.

Okay, this isn't the first time I've met Emil outside the house, and as usual, just be calm, then ignore it.

Curse the tote bag that was on the table, then stepped to leave this place immediately, suddenly the air stock felt thin, making my chest feel tight.

"Is the food good, sir? I hope you like it," so I heard from the woman's speech dressed in the lack of material who continued to stare in with seductive eyes at my husband using French. Hey, am I wrong to call it that? My husband, but it's true, isn't it? He's my husband even if it's just a contract marriage.

"Is your office near here?" my steps through it came to a halt when I heard the heavy voice of the owner of the bvlgary scent speak Indonesian. Who else would he talk to if not me? Even the three men and a sexy woman with him were staring in wonder at him who spoke a foreign language to them.

"Lumayan!" I answered briefly and then went back quickly to leaving it. My God, why did you create such a weak heart lodged in my body? That was enough to make me flutter. Ah, goddamn.

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I opened the apartment door lazily, tired, I swear to God I was really tired. The first day of work has been treated to work that accumulates a mountain, and even has to be overtime for 2 hours.

"Aahh,, my body feels like it's going to crumble!" I slapped my shoulder a few times while shaking it left and right to relax the tense neck muscles. Not to mention my back, and my legs that seemed stiff were numb.

I looked around, quiet, there was no sign yet of young master O'clan coming home, even when I entered the lights out.

"She hasn't come home yet" I'm a little laughing, disappointed? It's always like that, when he's not around, I miss him and want to see him, but when we meet our quarrels are inevitable. Well, what's that called?

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At 9 p.m., I got out of the room checking the state of the house, remained the same, deserted. Then I stepped into his bedroom.

My hand was raised to knock on that door leaf, wait, what am I doing it for? Make sure he exists? But for what? Even to ask her how it was sounded ridiculous.

Ah, nevermind. Pretend to borrow a cell phone to call my own phone that I forgot where I put it. Strategy, that's what I'm doing for the show. At least I know he's in the room or hasn't come home yet.

I went into my own room to put my phone under my pillow, then ran back out to knock on the door.

"Emil,,,, tock tock!"

Silence, no answer.

"Emil,,,, tock tock!"

'Lunches!' not locked and open.

A very messy room, lights left on, pants stuck on the sofa, a dirty shirt and a wet towel lay on his bed. Okay, 11 12 with the old me while living in a mother's care.

"Is he also overtime? Or is it partying?" it sucks, I feel like I want to cry through life like this.

I was silent for a while without movement, wanting to clean up the room but I was afraid there would be a misunderstanding. Which will actually provoke a commotion.

Never mind, go and ignore it.

I turned around to get back out, but my steps came to a halt when my pair of eyes caught a small figura containing a wedding photo of the two of us placed on the nightstand.

Whahuh? A-a any pictures of our wedding? What's he keeping it for? My hand stretched out to grab the little thing before finally his sudden arrival shocked me instantly.

"What are you doing in my room?"

D.AM.N

I was stunned to touch the chest feeling the heart that almost jumped from its place.

"Emil,,, you're surprising me."

"I? This is my room, and you're here, what are you doing? Did you,,," he paused.

"Do something? Install a surveillance camera, for example."

"Shut up, bang.sat! Why would I do such a stupid thing,"

"Well what are you doing?" Emil came in, threw the suit that had hung on his shoulders and ended up on the sofa piled with pants lying before.

"A-a me,,," nervous. A disease that is difficult to cure is nervousness.

Emil opened the tie that had been attached to the shoulder, then opened one by one button his shirt starting from both arms and continued on the button of the upper chest.

"I'm out!" I cried while running to avoid the scenery that will soon spoil the eyes if I stay here.

"Ohhh!" but quickly Emil grabbed my arm, clutching it firmly made me scream in panic, startled to be more precise.

"Emil, release!"

"You haven't answered me, Nami. What are you doing here? Are you,, "" his eyes look at me so deeply, it makes me uncomfortable because he looks at me from toe to head. Errata, my blood rippled violently with just his gaze.

"missed me?" emil smiled smirk.

I pushed her chest hard after she managed to pull her hand against my arm.

"Stop thinking dirty, Emil. Basic breng.sek. I'm here to," 'Make sure you're home? I miss.'

"To ask for help, I forgot to put my phone where. So I was looking for you to borrow a cell phone to call my number, that's all, I've knocked on the door many times before, but there's no answer, so to be sure, I had to open the door and enter your room." I said quickly almost without pause. Shit, my heart's pounding.

Emil smiled cynically. A smile, condescending? Oh, my God, can I punch her sexy jaw?

"Get out!" he pushed my body out of his room, then closed the door tightly, I could only stop being annoyed at his infuriating treatment.

My lips moved almost cursing with the grasp of the right hand ready to punch him, until the door suddenly opened again.

'Lunches!'

Shocked is not a bitch.

"It!"

"Ohhh!"

Emil threw his cell phone which fortunately I dexterously caught the flat object until it did not fall to hit the floor.

'Ck.'

"Fucking devil!" my grunts were upset to step back into the room carrying his clothes.

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