Conquering Boss Killer

Single-minded

“Mas, it looks like I'm going to withdraw my demands,” Laila told her husband, just before he had laid down his body beside Dervish.

This afternoon, he held back the jealousy of seeing Ridho who hugged his wife tightly. The Dervish try not to be selfish. As a man who has passed the age of adulthood, it feels excessive if you have to change your attitude and become silent because of jealousy. But now, the jealousy was tested again with the attention of Laila trying to revoke her claim against Ridho who had lied to her about her twin pregnancy.

“Town you.” Dervish responded to the statement flatly. He put his cell phone right on the small table next to him and was about to go to sleep.

“Hm, you are flat anyway Mas.”

“Then I have to how?” ask Darwis. “I know you have a soft heart. You must not have the heart to see people suffer, let alone he is the person you once loved.”

“Mas,” call Laila who does not want to hear the last sentence Darwis earlier.

“Why? What Mas said is true right?”

“Yes, but I can't bear not because she was once the person I love.”

“Then?” asked Darwis by looking into his wife's eyes.

“Because I can't bear to see Lenka. The woman fell and went crazy. If there was Mas Ridho beside him, Lenka would not be that bad.”

Darwis scrunched his forehead. “Although Lenka once made me suffer and be happy for my suffering. But looking at it earlier, made my hair goosebumps, Mas. As a fellow woman, I still do not have the heart.”

Darws lips smile. “Sini!”

Darwis invites Laila to come closer and into his arms. Laila, who was sitting on the lip of the bed, approached. He went into Darwis' chest.

“Then, what else makes you moved not to worry about your past?” ask Darwis.

“Entah. Right now, I feel like the past is not painful. I even feel like it never existed. What is it called 'hlas?” ask Laila lugu.

Dervish smiled and nodded. “Ya.”

Laila returned the smile and stared fixedly at Darwis' eyes. “It's all because of you, Mas.”

“Because of me?” tanya Darwis is confused.

“Ya.” Laila nodded. “Because you changed my life. You made me happy to forget the pain I once felt.”

Suddenly, Darwis laughed. He laughed with pleasure and because it turned out that Laila could compose a word that made his heart flower.

“Kok even laugh anyway? Am I funny?” ask Laila.

Darwis still laughed. “Iya, you're funny.”

“I'm not a clown.”

“If fat, it will probably be a clown.”

“Mas,” whine Laila.

Dervish laughed again. Especially seeing Laila who was sulking.

“Mas evil,” sulks Laila again.

“Iya, yes. Sorry.” Dervish also let down his laughter.

This is what he wants. In addition to the greatness of Laila who takes care of her two children alone, Darwis also likes the innocence that makes – days full of color. However, Laila was no longer able to give her offspring given her age which was no longer young. No why. Darwis really wants friends in his old age. Friends place to joke, chat, and share complaints.

Laila still pursed her lips. The Dervish grabbed the body and hugged it tightly. “My email, Dear."

Laila meerima that tight hug. “Mas Dervish, Dear. Never doubt Laila's love, yes.”

Suddenly, Darwis again grimaced. He's like a young boy who's dear again – unfortunately.

****

“Mas, photo Tasya where?” ask Bilqis who had briefly entered the secret room that had been the source of her quarrel with her husband until separated the bed overnight.

“What?” ask Alex who wants to hear the wife's question once again, for fear that she misheard.

This morning, Alex had just finished wearing her work clothes. The suit that Bilqis had provided just before he went to the secret room.

Aurel had just left for school with Maya and Bilqis escorting her daughter up to the terrace, then switched briefly to the secret room and returned to the room.

Last night, Bilqis didn't know what time Maya came home. I don't know where Radit took the girl away last night, but Radit definitely sent Maya back to this house.

“The secret room that got us into a fight. Everything changed?” ask Bilqis while explaining the question.

“Yes, I have changed the room,” replied Alex while taking his tie and handed it to Bilqis. “Please use it.”

“Why changed?” ask Bilqis while still staring at the tie. Alex looked into the wife's eyes.

Bilqis saw the contents of the room was different. The secret room that had made him hurt was no longer the same. Now, the room was transformed Alex into a reading room with photos – photos together with Bilqis. Alex displayed their wedding photos there, he also displayed his picture only two at a restaurant and while in the mall with Aurel. I don't know when Alex captured their moment at that time, because it felt Bilqis did not feel. However, there is clearly – it is a photo of him, considering Tasya has a mole on the right edge of his chin, while Bilqis does not.

“Because I don't want to hurt you,” Alex replied with those eyes fixed. “I promised not to make you cry again. Especially crying because of that room.”

Bilqis smile. “So if you make me cry for something else, okay? So?”

“No, Dear. Only one is allowed to make you cry.”

“What?” tanya Bilqis forgot her statement yesterday.

“Crying for ease.”

“Mas.” Bilqis pinched Alex.

“Aw .. Pain, Dear. I swear, your pinch hurts so much.”

Bilqis laughed seeing her husband in pain. “Sukurin.” He ran over to Alex.

“Hey, where are you going? My tie is not finished,” cried Alex saw Bilqis who was about to come out of his room.

Bilqis. “It's done.”

“Not yet, Darling.it's still a mess.” Alex shows her unfolded neck collar covering the tie.

“Yeah, you just fold it. It's hard.”

“All right, dear. if the work can not be half – half.”

“Biarin.” Bilqis mocked her husband and stayed out of the room.

Alex immediately followed his wife. Bilqis went back to the room, he entered the room again and Alex followed.

For a moment, Bilqis saw the photo. Unknowingly in the photo, he showed all smiles, especially wedding photos. It did not appear that Bilqis was forced to marry his boss.

“Am I that happy when I married you?” ask Bilqis while folding both hands on the chest by staring at the wedding photo on display.

“Yes. It's just that you didn't acknowledge,” Alex replied by staring in the same direction.

Bilqis looked at Alex. “Why do you love me?”

“Because you are unique.”

Bilqis. “Abviously I'm an antique urn.”

“Yes, you are indeed an antique. Strong though actually fragile.”

Alex approached his wife and rubbed the hair gently, then tucked the child's hair on the front of Bilqis's face behind her ear.

“You are like porcelain that must be treated liver – hearts so as not to break. You are cheerful but inside is a gaping wound,” continued Alex again.

“Sorry, because I was able to add that wound,” Alex said, recalling that he once told Bilqis not to ask her to forget Tasyan and throw away those memories. Even though he has kept the memories neat and did not throw them away.

“You did not by throwing away those memories, Mas. Because Aurel has the right to know his mother,” Bilqis said. “Mother also wants to know the daughter she never carried and she is breastfeeding.”

Bilqis. That face looks sad.

“Hey, I told you not to cry!” alex said by cupping that face and pinning that cheek with both hands.

“Ngga know, I easily cry the end of this final –,” said Bilqis correct – really melow, somehow?

“Aurel knows his mother. She also knows that you are her mother's sister.”

Bilqis was surprised by the statement. “Oh yes? When did you say that to Aurel?”

“Before you enter this room.”

“So right. Only I don't know the contents of this room?” asked Bilqis who recalled how stupid he was back then.

Alex nodded.

“Good!” Bilqis hit that chest. Her lips were so sweet, making Alex smile with anxiety and kiss those ripe lips.

After this, Bilqis intends to ask her husband to have a photo of Tasya displayed here, so that the mother can see the level of her twins who were not cared for and Aurel also did not forget the look of her biological mother.