Husband's Regrets: An Unconsidered Wife

Looking for the one who hasn't left

Edward's mind began to falter, it could have been Ghina's estimate of leaving, actually happening. Whether he should go to the main mansion, or check into Ghina's parents' house. It's crazy to go there looking for Ghina, it's bound to raise questions from both her parents and Ghina's parents.

Hosh.

Denis's breath was stingingly running around the mansion.

“Master, sorry Non Ghina doesn't seem to be in the mansion!” denis reported, after being with his partner around the mansion in every corner.

“Prepare car, we find Ghina outside!” edward's decree, this time his heart was really worried about the departure of Ghina, especially with the condition of the wound on his back. Plus his former hand slap.

“Good Great Lord,” Denis rushed to prepare the car and brought his Great Lord to search for Ghina's whereabouts.

Edward and Denis seem to have forgotten to check the mansion's CCTV first, to better confirm Ghina's whereabouts. However, it is useless because the area towards the pavilion and in the pavilion is not installed CCTV in order to maintain the privacy of the servants who work in the Edward mansion.

Edward immediately coordinated with his escort team, spreading it to several points, so that the search process was faster.

“We're going to which area, Mister?” ask Denis who's holding the car.

“We travel around the Jakarta area, do not speed the drive of the car, I will pay attention along the way,” replied Edward.

“Good Mr.” Denis drives at a moderate speed. Edward's eyes watched along the streets, looking at people standing or walking by the side of the road. I wish Ghina was there.

Why did you go back, why don't you defend yourself, if you don't push her mother Kiren when we're both in the room, instead you ask to separate again.

Edward's mind raged during Ghina's search along the way.

For almost an hour and a half, Denis was driving and for an hour and a half, Edward's eyes looked at the road.

“Stop....stop.....stop!” edward's orders in a loud voice. Denis took his car to the side of the road to pull over, and stopped.

In a hurry Edward opened the car door, then ran after someone.

“GHINA......!” edward shouted for the woman to stop his steps, but the woman he was aiming for was still walking.

“GHINA .....!” pat the woman's shoulder, and make the woman turn back.

“Eeeh....sorry mbak, I was wrong,” while cupping his two hands an apology, instantly also disappointment was present in his heart.

“Ohh..iya Pak...gak pa-pa,” reply woman whom Ghina thought by Edward.

“Hufh.....,” Edward sighed, took a deep breath, and exhaled. It's cold tonight, so pierced in Edward's burly body.

Scooping his face with both hands, racking his brain to search for Ghina's whereabouts.

Kiren, who repeatedly contacted Edward's phone, was completely ignored, which was not important to answer.

“Ghina, you where please go home. It's late at night!” edward muttered to himself, his face was getting frustrated, almost the same when Ghina would not take her phone call. Still do not realize the man if in the recesses of his heart already written the name Ghina.

Edward waved his hand for Denis to drive his car to where he was standing.

“Circular again...!” tell Edward before Denis asks where he's going.

Hours later they both traveled around the city of Jakarta, and still did not find Ghina. Reports from his team have not yet found Ghina.

“Denis, back to the mansion!” his desperate voice sounded in Denis' ear. Denis followed his master's orders.

Along the way home to the mansion, Edward was silent and daydreaming, his body was in the car but the mind was in the middle of nowhere.

The man was also inexhaustible to look for Ghina's whereabouts tonight, as if something was pulling him in. But still he brushed off all the flavors that came. While the taste has grown without the permission of the owner of the heart.

That was the silence he felt, as he entered the guest room. Dinner on the message is still neatly arranged at the table. With a slow motion Edward opened both shoes, then his suit was thrown on the bed. There were a few buttons on his shirt, and rolled up the long sleeves of the shirt.

The man approached the sofa table, and forced himself to start eating the delayed dinner. There was really no appetite for food, knowing Ghina was not in his mansion, but he had to be forced to eat his food so that his body did not fall ill. Eating just a few mouthfuls was enough to fill his empty stomach.

On the other hand, in the room without lighting, the girl Edward was looking for tonight seemed to be asleep. After dinner and taking the medicine, Ghina went straight into the room, as the effect of the medicine made her quickly drowsy.

It was inversely proportional to Edward's condition, at three in the morning he just lay in bed, stroking and smelling the smell of pillows that once used Ghina. And started closing his eyes.

Where you are Ghina, go back to the mansion....

The next morning......

At 6 a.m., Ghina was already in the mansion's kitchen. His hands are so agile to season tilapia, chop kale vegetables, and weed tomato onion chili.

This morning Ghina also helped the chef of the mansion, with the spirit of four and five, she scooped tilapia fish that had been seasoned, continued cooking kah sambal balacan kale, fried tempe mendoan and lastly sambal terasi. Really simple cooking but the smell makes as fragrant as the whole kitchen.

 Edward, who had only been asleep for three hours, had woken up from a dream that made him feel uneasy. A nightmare that seems real.

Ghina.

“Pak Jaka, please take my warm white water and change clothes to Ghina's room,” he said through the intercom with his hoarse voice.

“Good Sir,” replied Mr. Jaka.

Means last night the Great Lord slept in the guest room, why not sleep in his own room.

Mr. Jaka, who saw Ghina cooking in the kitchen, approached her.

“Wah cooks well nih Non Ghina,” said Pak Jaka.

“Simple cook Kok Pak Jaka, later help prepare for breakfast sir,” pinta Ghina, because Ria and Tia again duty to the market.

Without thinking long Mr. Jaka, preparing breakfast for his Grand Master, mumpung cuisine that Ghina made is still warm. And then immediately take her to the guest room.

GECK......GECK.....GECK

“Excuse me Sir,” greet Mr. Jaka from outside the room.

“Suk Pak Jaka,” said Edward from inside the room.

Mr. Jaka pushed the food troly, Edward raised his eyebrows, surprised he asked for warm water, even brought breakfast.

“Sorry Sir, I'll bring you breakfast. New mumps mature all.”

“Kok tumben chef cook like this?” wonder Edward. It was impossible for his wife Kiren to cook, because she knew very well, Kiren could not cook, only serve it.

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next....Edward's nightmare, prepare next emotion 😁.

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