Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

Difference Between Us

This day Dhatu worked with unsettled, many eyes and also the painful sounds of the ears that could not be rejected. Many other division people suddenly entered the room just to see it, asking what the relationship between Dhatu and Dirga, Krisna has become an automatic answering machine that is in charge of answering all the questions of the people. Just wait, today all your curiosity will be answered - that's what Krishna told them all.

Krishna stroked Dhatu's arm. "Patience, Boss."

Dhatu chuckling. "Mas ... stop calling me Boss Ma'am," said Dhatu turning his eyes droopy, while Krisn laughed listening to the woman's annoyance.

"That's the truth, Tu. You're the boss' wife."

Dhatu clucked bitterly for the umpteenth time. "You're so cute, Mom!"

Krisna laughed, then they were again preoccupied with their respective work. Dhatu's heart was pounding waiting for lunch, not wanting to show off her husband to everyone, but the happiness created because now she was no longer a shadow. The man asked her to walk together, side by side, and hold hands tightly. The man no longer wanted himself to walk behind and be invisible. For Dhatu, change is what matters. Not because of the rising social status, but the love of the man he likes the most.

Minutes by minutes have passed. The lunch hour that many people were waiting for has arrived. Everyone gathered in a simple decorated hall and a variety of food served there. From western food to eastern. All this Dirga who prepared. In the days after Dhatu submitted his resignation letter, Dirga Sudan ordered food and talked about his plan to the HR who was responsible for organizing all employees to be present and enjoy lunch together. So much for Dirga to be grateful for, meetings with Dhatu, marriages, even babies who are waiting to be born into this world. Think also as an introduction as the CEO in a more relaxed atmosphere. Yes, even though it's too late, it's better to be late than not at all, right?

The event opened with HR who gave a word of greeting and conveyed if this event was made as a thanks for the news of Dirga's pregnancy. Everyone was of course surprised by the info they received, as everyone turned their eyes to Dhatu standing among the employees. Rina who was standing next to Dhatu clasped tightly onto the woman's tanga.

"As you know, I'm new to working here and certainly some of you don't know my personal life," Dirga said, making all eyes turn back to her, "actually, before being placed here. I am married and because my wife is one of the employees here, we did not share this news. After all, the wedding has been going on and there's no way I'm going to come in here, then tell everyone who my wife is. So, I hope, you guys also start thinking positively. Enough of all the rumors. Now all your curiosity has been answered," continued Dirga firmly. The aura of the man's leadership was so visible.

Indeed, as a superior he does not need to explain his personal life to all employees who work under him. If it wasn't for the gossip getting worse, then Dirga wouldn't have planned all this. It should also be, not his job to take care of the rumors circulating, but he could not prevent the desire to improve the name of Dhatu who has been tainted because of all the bad thoughts about them.

Many people stared at Dhatu, then deliberately kept their distance, some smiled. People who used to hate him even look so good with a smile that Dhatu had never seen so far. Yes, that's how humans are basically. It is easy to change your stance and be two-faced just for the sake of finding face.

"Corn, eat." Dirga clasped Dhatu's hand and led him to join the table prepared especially for him.

There, Dhatu was introduced to the ranks of managers who had often been unaware of his presence. Everyone looks disinclined. Dhatu seems to have just met new people. The table occupied by the company officials felt foreign. Dhatu just realized, if indeed their lives are very different. Usually, he likes to eat while throwing laughter, but at this table, he seems like a participant who must look good in front of the jury. Can't prevent the view of judging what they're aiming for. It turns out that this is the difference between the rich and the poor. The stereotype created in society that the rich must be graceful and unattainable, causes the poor to appear incompatible with the rich.

Dirga, who was aware of Dhatu's awkwardness, clasped the woman's hand, which she hid behind a table.

"You know, they're not all real. Just a bunch of manusai full of pretense. Real is you, so don't think about it" whispered Dirga slowly to Dhatu's ear.

Such was Dirga, easily raising her confidence level with just a strand of calm words spoken from her mouth. Make the impossible possible. Although there was no problem with their families whose social status was so different, but entered the man's world, making him realize that differences were inevitable.

"I'm fine, Mas," whispered Dhatu with a faint smile, "I want to grab a drink first," Dhatu continued to stand, but Dirga quickly grabbed Dhatu's wrist, prevent the woman's actions.

"I'll take it, honey. You sit down."

Dhatu smiled for the umpteenth time and shook his head weakly. "No need, Mas. I'll take it myself. Please ..." Dhatu looked at the man begging.

Dirga let out a long breath and released his hand. Dhatu immediately stood up and headed to the saung where many various kinds of drinks were served there. Dhatu prefers to stay away, rather than have to be at the same table with people who are not so familiar with it. Put on a fake smile and pretend to enjoy their happiness. Dhatu does not like pretense, so it does not deserve to be there. He also did not want if the crowd asked about them after Dirga later. Therefore, it is better for him to go and try to digest the life of Dirga which requires him to get used to it in the future.

Dhatu brought the melon juice he had taken from the place, then glanced at Dirga who had been seen so quickly blending in with people he said were full of pretense. Dhatu smiled miris. Is that the life of the upper class? Full-fledged theatrics?