
Alisha looked in wonder at her husband who was eating voraciously. It is not usual for Arsya to eat that much, but this morning the man even added more rice and praised the rendang made by Alisha.
"I'm so hungry, honey. Since yesterday afternoon I haven't eaten." Arsya gave an unsolicited explanation as if she knew what Alisha was thinking.
"But besides being hungry, because your homemade rendang is really good. Make nagai," he continued.
"I didn't do it, Mom, I was just helping." Alisha admitted honestly because Bi Sumi was actually the one who was very important in cooking rendang yesterday.
"Help to cook too, I love this rendang." Arsya again bribed the last rice from her plate.
"Mas Arsya has no job today?"
"Why?" Arsya took a tissue to wipe her mouth after eating.
"Today, me and Ms. Anggi are going to our new home. If you're not busy, come along, yuk. Let Mas Arsya can also give input what Mas Arsya wants for the new house later."
"Attent." Arsya opened her phone and checked her schedule today.
"What time?" ask Arsya after looking at the schedule.
"I promised him about eleven."
Arsya seemed to think for a moment. "May, later after from there we go to Pakdhe's house, you said yesterday again not feeling well, right?"
"Hmm."
Agreeing to come along, Arsya and Alisha prepare. At eleven o'clock exactly he had arrived in front of their new home.
Apparently Anggi and one other person were already waiting there. There was a surprised look from Arsya when he saw Anggi, the interior designer. He did not think that the business card yesterday was Anggi daughter Aunt Nita.
And so is Anggi. He was even more surprised when the one who came with Alisha was Arsyanendra. Didn't according to the news he was looking for they were divorced.
Yes ... Anggi recognized Alisha as Arsyanendra's ex-wife when she first met in his office. She thought Alisha was married again because in the design selection yesterday Alisha mentioned her husband's favorite. He did not expect that the husband Alisha meant was Arsyanendra. The man who started to pull his heart.
"Mas, this is Ma'am Anggi. Our interior designer, who yesterday recommended by Mr. Bude—agen property. Anggi's sister is my husband, Mas Arsya," Alisha tried to introduce the two.
"Mhrs ... Ma'am Anggi," call Alisha when Anggi doesn't answer.
"We already know," said Arsya.
At the same time Anggi's assistant who was standing next to Anggi whispered resuscitate the girl. "Bu Anggi, Ibu Alisha invited Mommy to speak," whispered Yeni who was none other than Anggi's assistant.
"Ah .. yes, we already know each other, kok," Anggi so embarrassed for not focusing.
"Really, where?"
"Ehm ...." Anggi did not continue.
"Oh .. Then, let's go in. We'll see which parts we'll conjure up to become a dream home" Alisha said.
Anggi and his assistant nodded in agreement.
"Let's go in." Alisha invited, but Anggi instead asked the couple to walk first.
Without hesitation, Arsya embraces Alisha's shoulder and takes her into the house that has not become perfect. Behind him, there is Anggi who stares at seeing how Arsya treats his wife.
"Bu Anggi," Yeni returns to awaken Anggi from an unusual daydream.
Once Anggi is aware, Yeni immediately codes if Arsya and Alisha have walked far into the house.
Anggi tried to ignore various questions that suddenly filled his brain. Want to ask but it feels unethical because the status of Arsya and Alisha is not a realm that deserves to be done.
After all Alisha had mentioned that Arsyanendra was her husband, so it was no longer possible that she asked. They want to know if they are talking or how.
Anggi made himself aware not to think about how Arsya and Alisha could be together again after two years of reportedly divorce. Right now he has to focus on his work.
Anggi soon followed in to listen to what Arsya and Alisha wanted to make this rash be as they wanted.
*****
In a room of the chief director of a construction company, a man is telling his boss to give him important information about a girl he is holding captive.
"Miss Jenna ran away, sir," said a body guard assigned to guard and supervise Jenna.
"What did you say!"
The man named Devon was downcast because he was negligent from the task.
"How can you?" the guy who paid Devon.
"I'm sorry, all purely for my negligence, sir."
"Of course you're wrong, so find him now and see you!"
Devon just nodded. He immediately walked out of the main director's room.
After Devon's death, the man kicked the table in anger.
"Damn it! brash girl, how dare she threaten me!"
The director grabbed his own hair. Frustrated with Jenna's various actions.