Gadaian Lingga Wife

04.Meet Again

 

***Never compare our lives with others...

Isn't Matahari🌞 and Bulan🌕 shining at different times***...

Alin had been at home, working all day to make him tired but somehow his heart was so restless that even he thought he did not know. The clock is eight o'clock at night, Lingga just got home. A sour face was very visible when he saw Alin.

"Mas.have you come home?" reprimand Alin but there is no answer from Lingga. Rushing Alin closed the door and locked it then returned to his room.

Sayup-sayup voice of dawn sound Alin immediately wake up and take ablution after carrying out the obligations of the creator Alin directly carry out his obligations as a wife, Alin immediately, what else if instead of cleaning the house washing sweeping mopping and making breakfast.

Although Alin knew that Lingga would not eat breakfast made. But, wait a minute, isn't the food that Alin made and served on the table last ? in Alin's heart he asked, What is the Linga that consumes it?

Finished Alin's activities, the woman rushed to clean up and get ready to go to work. When Alin came out of the room, Alin saw Lingga coming down the stairs in neat clothes.

"Mas.I've made coffee for you." said Alin.

"Not needed...!" exclamation Lingga.

"Breakfast first mas." hail Alin.

"You are noisy...! early in the morning it has made my mood disappear." snapped Lingga who passed away.

With all his might Alin held a sense of patience in his heart. Going on foot with a bismillah to go to work encouraging yourself might be better this time for Alin at this time.

Piles of orders are waiting, Alin's hand may still be sick due to yesterday's events, but it does not reduce Alin's spirit to work. One by one Alin delivered the orders of the customers and the same office where Alin met the man who had grazed him yesterday.

"hi.meet again." said the man.

"Eeh..iya" replied Alin briefly.

"Are you better?" ask Zian.

"Yes.." replied Alin briefly.

"Whose name are you?" asked Zian who was very curious.

"My name is Alinda call me Alin." replied Alin softly.

"My name is Zian can I have a phone number?" Zian without shame.

"Sorry I don't have a cell phone and once again sorry I'm married that's why I left first." refused Alin then hurriedly left.

Without getting an answer from Zian, Alin passed away. Alin then saw Zian just standing staring at his departure.

Elsewhere a Lingga restaurant is having lunch with its clients after the completion of the Lingga meal event never go away. The man was waiting for the arrival of his best friend Zian who asked him to meet.

"Why is that a face? how's it buckling?" ask Linga.

"Break my heart Ling.."Zian replied sadly

"Which girl dares to refuse?" Linga slightly raised her tone.

"Ooo..."Answer the short Linga.

"Just O aja fucking lo..Kesel I he said already married yes her husband is a beautiful wife like Alin hot-working if I meet the brush that man." racau Zian.

The phallus that heard the words of his friend was suddenly silent.

"Trus also Lingg..pas I asked for his phone number he said do not have hp is not strange what time try? basic has a husband is not responsible." Zian grumbled back. Again Lingga was just silent he remembered that Alin's cell phone had been damaged on his slingshot.

Lingga returned to his office, with an unfriendly face he walked into his room but was just about to get into the elevator his steps stopped when a woman called his name.

"Linga..hai dear..have you had lunch?" ask Alana Lingga's lover.

While entering the elevator "Udah was with Zian." replied Lingga flat.

"You're so bad I'm waiting for you to know not from earlier alone in your room." Alana whining spoiled.

"Why are you here?" ask Lingga while loosening his tie.

''Yes..I bosen wait for you his intention to go home eh..lah look at you earlier in the lobby."

"You why the hell..bent lethargic you don't like me coming?"

"It's not like I've done a lot of work."

"Owh.yeah already if that's what I ask money dong I want to shopping." pinta Alana with the panjanya.

"Can..just yesterday you were shopping." Lingga protest.

"sad...are you really?" again the woman brought out her sad style.

Because lazy to argue with Alana Lingga obey all her lover's will with a smile, Alana went to leave Lingga.

"huuuha...."Linga snorted annoyed "The base of the woman in her brain dui..duit.." umpat Lingga upset.

"Why?" andra asked who suddenly entered.

"Sian you ngaggetian me..have come home is the project is done?"

"Clear..quiet aja.tu face why tangle so?" ask Andra.

"Biasalah Alana is usually just money.duit.shopping trus." Linga gives off a rough breath.

"Lo only the b*go.nurutin will he all udalahin Alana kasian lo wife." Andra's advice.

"Bacot lo. don't take Alin girls all the same!"

"Not everyone is.gue see Alin simply his people are not rich Alana dandan aja menor dress beehhh.kilak materials."

"You don't have to talk about dizziness."

With no spirit Lingga continued his work but his brain was just in the shadow of Andra's saying "Alin simple" maybe true because since marrying Alin he never saw Alin look glamorous even in view of the clothes he was wearing there was nothing branded.