
I came home earlier than usual. Get out of the room before the clock comes. I remember if I would accompany Aqilla monthly shopping, he said. I also asked the driver to take me home.
I can't wait to meet Aqila. "Quick the way," I said commanding.
"Ready, Boss."
"Ready .. ready. It's also a car that doesn't go for a walk" I grumbled. Highways by vehicles. Every time only a traffic jam can be an eye sight.
"Not yet to come out, Boss-"
"Most reasons. Find a shortcut, you can, "my tirade interrupted my driver's remark.
"Yes .. yes, fine." He nodded repeatedly. From the rearview mirror I could see the man behind the wheel turning to and fro, looking for a gap so that the car we were riding in could get out of this jam.
I breathed a sigh of relief as this four-wheeled vehicle came out from the crowded streets. Passing through the middle of nowhere, speeding through the narrow streets. Every now and then, the car will stop when someone passes by or the motorbike passes by. And, when we cross paths with other cars that will pass, we have to find a gap to get out first.
Whoa! If this is the name of looking for death. Don't let this car get scratched. Scratch even a little.
"See your salary I cut, huh?" I said withhold the upset.
"There's no other way, Boss. This is the only path I have memorized for us to get home," explained the man with a fixed gaze focused forward.
"Yes, but not through the gini village, either." I grumbled. "Your next task, find another alternative road that is free from congestion and the road is also wide" I said later.
"Ready!" He called out to welcome my orders.
Fifteen minutes later, the car reached the gate. I am quite grateful because the man is also good at driving a car. There were no abrasions or scratches after passing through the narrow road earlier. He's pretty careful.
I rushed down from the car after the door on the passenger was opened by him. Stepping wide into the house. Reviewing the thin smile countered the worker who happened to meet in the courtyard.
"Aqila!" call me out loud when the door of the house is wide open.
"Aqila!" call me again when you don't get a lawyer.
"Aqila!!!" Where's that woman going, anyway?
"Yes, sir," said a woman running in shock.
"I didn't call you. But call my wife. Where is he?" ketus.
The woman looked down deeply while bowing her body. "Maybe in the room, sir. Behind there's no Madam ...."
I just passed by. Because, do not want to linger chatting with the maid. My goal is to meet Aqilla
In the room, I didn't find Aqilla right away. For some reason, when I wanted something to the woman and didn't get it right away, my emotions just got out of hand. I just want to get angry and just go berserk.
"Aqila!" again I called his name.
Still not hearing the answer. Not even see where he is. I walked to the bathroom, wanted to wash my face to dampen the anger a little. However, repeatedly I was about to open the door handle it could not. It looks like it's locked from the inside.
"Aqilla, are you inside?" I was banging on the door tight.
"Hm." The sound of murmuring sounded from within.
"Jawab. Don't just mumble," I said annoyed.
"Yes!" sound that voice from inside.
"You're angry, huh?" I'm just impatient.
Furthermore, there was no more voice from within. I don't know what Aqilla's doing right now.