Don't Blame the Destiny

Ban 69 (Surprisingly)

In the morning, after Andri left for work, Beeve cleaned the room, because according to the warning of the mother and sister-in-law, no one else should enter the privacy area and Andri.

As a result of the special room, Beeve had to clean it himself. When he was sweeping one by one corner of the room, he accidentally found an earring dragged by his broom from under the bed.

And those earrings are no stranger to him, why are they here? inner Beeve.

Because the cleaning was not finished, Beeve went back to continue it.

After all was done, he looked for Winda who was on the 2nd floor.

From the elevator Beeve saw Winda who was chatting with Siska in a quiet voice, until Beeve who was not far from them could not hear him.

When the two realize that there is a presence of Beeve among them, Siska and Vinda become quiet.

“What are you talking about mbak?” ask Beeve curiously.

“Bu-nothing kok nyah,” replied Winda bumbling.

“Iya nyah, we only discuss the Indonesian football match against Thailand.” timpal Siska assured Beeve.

“Oh, so yes.” said Beeve with doubt.

“Mbak, yesterday I was looking for you, and said you were sick, so I did not come to see you because I did not want to disturb your rest.”

“There is a need to find me?” ask Winda was-was.

“When Arinda stopped by, did she get into the house?” hearing Arinda's name both became afraid, because they were still imagining a tragedy that traumatized them.

“Mm.. the.” I hesitate to be honest or not.

“What's wrong mbak? Why are you so nervous?”

“Not so nyah,” Winda confused to say what.

“How to? Because I feel strange, he doesn't usually come and go again without seeing me first, as long as he must wait, especially he stopped by because of the rain, how can he go when the thunderstorm is still coming?”

“Non Arinda did have time to enter the house nyah, but only for a moment, after it went straight away,” explained Winda.

May the madam not ask any more questions, mind Vinda.

“What's true?”

“Iya mistress.”

“Did he borrow my shirt?” ask Beeve.

“No mistress, she just stopped by for a while and left, for what reason, I don't know.” replied Winda quickly.

“So yes.” Beeve tried to quell his curiosity.

“OK mbak, I'll go back down, you guys keep working.” said Beeve left his two Art near her husband's den.

But why are there earrings in the room? He did go into the room once, but why am I finding these earrings now? On the daily basis that I cleaned properly every corner without any gaps, Beeve's heart kept wondering non-stop.

Ting!

He who had just arrived to the 1st floor stepped back into his room, and when he entered back into the room, he only realized that his bed sheet that morning was not the last time he saw.

“Before going to buy cake is not this bed sheet?” muttered Beeve, because yesterday afternoon he still clearly remembered, bed linen they blue flower motif.

“Actually what happened during my leave?” his heart became unsettled, especially Andri's attitude was also strange to him.

The suspicious Beeve sat on the bedside.

“As a result of getting extreme reviews from mom and Emir,” Beeve told him.

Not wanting to be carried away by excessive worry, Beeve went from the bed to a bucket of dirty clothes, he intended to take out all the clothes, to be washed by his Art.

When he opened the cover of the dirty clothes bucket, he was shocked by his pastel-colored dress that was there.

Loh, am I not wearing this yet? How can it be in a bucket? inner Beeve.

When he grabbed the dress, his heart beat fast, because the shoulder of the dress was wet.

“What was yesterday Arinda really here?” The increasingly unsettled Beeve took out all the contents of the bucket, but he did not find the bed sheet that was replaced before.

“It is not possible that Andri remove and install his own bed sheet, then deliver it to the washing machine in the Art room area?” Beeve who was curious half-dead rushed to the room area of his Art, Sinta who was washing clothes was surprised at the arrival of her master.

“Did you wash bed linen from my room?” beeve asked with a tense face.

“Not nyah,” replied Sinta scared.

“Really?” The unbelieving Beeve shut down the washing machine in operation, then he put all the contents of the washing machine one by one into the bucket, but unfortunately a thousand dear, among the cloths that were being washed, he said, he did not find the bedsheet he was looking for.

Beeve swallowed his saliva, and without apologizing he went to the trash can in front of the gate.

Although exhausting physically and mentally, Beeve did not care, the important curiosity is complete.

When he got to the garbage can, he again found nothing, because all the garbage in his house had been transported by the garbage officer.

“Should I ask Andri? But... What should I say? Or am I calling Arinda? That's right, I'll just call him.” Beeve was like a madman that morning, pacing back and forth.

Upon arriving at Beeve's room, he dialed Arinda's number many times, but Arinda never answered his call.

“Akh!” he became upset himself, his heart also hurt when he imagined the reality.

“Bee is calm, you should not be too suspicious, because everything is still unclear, it could be Arinda's earrings fell while with me, and bed linen in Andri's mas throw because...” for bed sheet problem Beeve found no suitable reason.

That day Beeve spent with a feeling of uneasiness erratic, to the point that he forgot to eat.

In the evening, at exactly 21:00 pm, Andri arrived home, but something was different, he did not see his wife in the living room.

“Where is he?” because every time he came home, Beeve was waiting for him on the living room couch.

When Andri entered the room, he saw his wife in black pajamas.

“Eh, mas already home?” beeve said with a smile, then he kissed her husband's palm.

“Iya dear.” reply Andri without kissing Beeve, and it makes Beeve's suspicions even stronger.

“You shower now mas?”

“Iya darling.” Andri went into the bathroom, without stripping her clothes in front of Beeve.

Deg deg deg deg deg!!! Beeve's heart skipped a beat, it felt like she wanted to cry, her husband's change was so swift that he was carefree for a moment.

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