Husband Backup

Can't say a word

Nazneen just got home from work. He slammed his handbag onto the sofa. I noticed that his face was tangled like a shirt for months without ironing.

"You why? Any more problems at the office?"

Actually I wanted to say that I've resigned from Mami Gia. It doesn't seem like a good time. Now it's better to listen to the complaints first.

"The platform that I samperin yesterday to Jakarta, it turns out with fun even cooperation with publishers or other communities."

"Well, how can you? How are you doing?"

"Well, I have to go to Jakarta again tomorrow to ask for an explanation directly."

My eyebrows are raised to the left. "To Jakarta again? Same who? Guys again?"

"Yes, same Alfian. The guy who brought me to Jakarta yesterday. Wh why? Don't like?" Nada Nazneen is starting to crank. "If you don't like it or don't believe I'm going with a guy, you can come along."

The real want to come along. However, if later come later I even become a mosquito repellent. I don't understand the publishing world at all. It could be that my presence makes Nazneen uncomfortable. Just make me try to make Nazneen happy by making her comfortable as my wife.

Nazneen waved his hand in front of me. "Hello, I was dumb. Wanna come along? If you want, let me ask you to buy another plane ticket for you."

"No need. I believe you are. However, always tell me let me calm down."

Nazneen smiled wryly as he hugged me. "Well, that's dong. Households must be based on trust."

***

At 14:00

I came to Nazneen's office to find out about Alfian. Since 12:00, the Nazneen device has been inactive. It should have landed in Jakarta. My feeling from earlier was not good. As if something happened to my wife.

Damn, five Nazneen employees whose girls no one knows about Alfian. They asked me to wait for Sahrial, the president of AT Press, who was in one room with Alfian. He's out for lunch now.

While waiting for Sahrial, I tried calling Nazneen again.

"The number you are going to is off or out of range. Please try a few more moments."

Shit, still inactive.

"Well, that's my brother coming" said a Nazneen employee wearing glasses.

I looked to the side. Oh, so this is Sahrial. Similar Ojan Sketch.

"Who is he?" ask Sahrial to the big hijab chick.

"No need to whisper. I was denger. I'm Nalesha Wirayudha. Call me Ale. I'm Nazneen's husband." I breathe for a moment. "I came here to find out about Alfian. HP Nazneen is inactive. Nazneen again went to Jakarta with Alfian. She's afraid she's gonna be whittling with Alfian."

"I'm sorry if I was rude. Ms. Nazneen has recently been closer to Mas Alfian, the editor here, since their departure from the meeting to Jakarta. Yesterday Mas Alfian asked me to make a poster for the Noveltoon writing contest, but not the AT logo. Except the logo of the publisher next door," said the girl in white.

I've been smelling more and more of an irregularity towards Alfian.

"Sir Ale, don't you mean to make the jump, so you don't know that Alfian is Miss Nazneen's ex?"

Fix, going to Jakarta Alfian mode alone so he can be alone with Nazneen. He hasn't moved on and is trying to take my wife.

"Well, not really. Can I see Alfian's work computer? Who knows, on that computer, I can tell where the two of them are."

"Can, Sir. Let's." Let's."

"At the top there are e-tickets and hotel bookings in Jakarta anyway."

"Please send those two to email aleale1986@gmail.com yes."

Along with the entry of an email from Sahrial, also enter a Whatsapps message from an unknown number.

If you want your baby to survive, meet me at the Arini hotel near Kulon Progo airport.

He also sent location shares. I hurried to the place before the accuser touched Nazneen.

***

I'm in the lobby of the Arini hotel. Hotel class jasmine. Suddenly I saw another guy drinking coffee. That must be Alfian.

"Lu Alfian?"

Alfian looked at me while smiling slylyly. "Oh, so this is her husband Nazneen? Still handsome me everywhere."

"Where is my bini?" I said without further ado. I took HP and clicked the voice recorder. Alfian's remarks could be strong evidence of a kidnapping.

"Santuy dong, Bro. Just make up first."

"Have no need to talk. Just tell me where Nazneen is."

"OK, if you don't want to talk."

He took out his HP from his jacket. "Now, listen to Nazneen's own words."

"Are you happy with Ale's same marriage? What made you want to marry Ale?"

"Gue same Ale it's been a long time. I married Ale, about two years ago because of his mother's will and urged Mama. 33 Years old but not married. Mama can't stand being bullied by a neighbor who has a spinster. At first I thought I would be happily married to my best friend. It is actually happy to doang. Ale's trousers are getting more visible. What makes me uncomfortable is that Ale's obsessed with other people's happy marriages, can't be my backstop and now you know for yourself what he's doing."

"Denger himself, right, Nazneen is not happy so bini you. Therefore, my goal is not to bring you here because you want to propose a negotiation." He handed me the paper on the table. "Lu hand this divorce letter then Nazneen will I be released. If you don't want to, then Nazneen will be home tomorrow as a corpse."

Suddenly Nazneen appeared behind Alfian. Thank goodness she was okay and now knows Alfian's rot. However, I did not tell Alfian that he was behind her. I want to lure Alfian to say something that makes Nazneen angry.

"Before I signed, I just had one thing dong. Your goal is to get into Nazneen's office what the hell?"

"Ob course for the money. Among my many exes, Nazneen doang is the most famous and ****dinahainin. That's why I entered his office to get Nazneen off his legs."

"Oh, so that's your goal in AT Press? From this second you I fired disrespectfully."

Alfian. Instantly his face was deathly pale. "Naz, I can explain everything."

"No need to be explained. It's all so obvious you're rotten."

"Darling, would you like me to report Alfian on the kidnapping charge? I think I have proof of the tape he just said."

"No need. The best way to forgive someone is to forgive them. If we retaliate, we're as bad as him."

I smiled proudly at Nazneen. A year ago married him for a will. I am thankful to be married to him. He has a noble heart and is not vengeful. A mother's choice is by God's blessing.

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