
The sun is moving more and more towards the west and the orange hue in the sky has changed dark.
Although the night is now approaching, but the mind of Sisca is still filled with millions of turmoil. Got a strong proof of her husband's affair with another woman, making her heart feel turbulent.
The hour hand has formed a right triangle in the numbers nine and twelve which means that it was exactly nine at night.
In the living room of the large and luxurious residence, Sisca continued to play her mobile phone. While laying his body on the sofa, he deliberately stayed there, to wait for Hans to come home. It was very common for Hans to come home late, because there was so much important work that his father entrusted to the man who had become her husband. However, that day Sisca's suspicions on her husband seemed to rise. He became very convinced that Hans was late for the night, not because he was busy working. Instead, he was enjoying his time with another dream woman.
"It's been this late, Mas Hans hasn't come home yet and he accidentally turned off his phone. Surely he was still with that itchy woman!" sisca's mind was full of annoyance. Many times she called her husband, but Hans did not pick up her phone call, even now Hans's number is off.
Sisca waited long enough in the living room, but there was still no sign that Hans would be home soon.
Slowly Sisca got up from the sofa and turned around to go to her room. However, he momentarily abandoned his intention, when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching towards him. Sisca could easily recognize who was walking into the room.
"I'm home, baby!" The warm greeting was immediately heard in his ears. At the same time, the two burly hands also instantly coiled gently on his waist. Hans hugged Sisca's body from behind while landing a kiss on her cheek.
"Where did you get home this late, Mom?" sisca asked with a rough snort of breath, while releasing both of Hans' hands from her waist. Sisca turned her body and stared intently at the man who could always be romantic towards her in all those situations.
Both ends of Hans' eyebrows suddenly snapped together in response to his wife's treatment that felt different that night.
"Of course I just got home from work, honey! Why is your question suddenly weird like this?" Hans stared at the two beads of Sisca's eyes full of question marks. Of course he was surprised, because the first time he heard the question ketus his wife, although he had very often come home when the night was very late.
"From work, or out with another woman, Mas?" sisca sindir with a slanted grin.
Hans's eyes widened at the question of his wife. "Ke-to-why are you asking like that, honey? I've been busy all day at the office, you shouldn't have any suspicions about me!" tangkisnya.
Sisca smiled wryly at Hans' reply. From Hans' sudden pale-looking manner and face, Sisca knew that her husband must be trying to find an excuse to deny her words.
"Oh yeah? Are you really in the office all day today, Mom? Aren't you having lunch outside with a woman?" Sisca's questions are getting worse.
"Oohh, that's ... " Hans smiled full of falsehood, looking at Sisca's face. "I happened to be out to review a project in the field, honey. So, I'm lunching. The woman was just my client" Hans replied. This time he was sure Sisca would definitely believe the lies he made.
"Client or bed partner, Mas?" The sneer came out of Sisca's mouth.
"Darling, what are you talking about? My bed partner is just you! There is no other woman in my life but you." Hans slipped his hands back on Sisca's waist.
"You lied, Mom!" look at Sisca while letting go of Hans' arms. Sisca turned her back and stared intently at Hans.
"Now tell me, is this how you treat a client?" Sisca showed her phone screen clapping in front of Hans's face.
Both of Hans' eyes immediately wide open to see a photo of himself with Tamara, kissing affectionately on the screen of Sisca's phone. His face turned pale, his heart pounding irregularly. She is very anxious and afraid that Sisca has found out about her relationship with Tamara.
"What is this, honey? Where did you get this photo?" hans jolted with his hands raised about to snatch Sisca's phone.
"You don't need to know where I got this photo, Mas. You just need to explain to me, what does all this mean?" squeak Sisca. His hand also moved quickly to hold his cell phone so that Hans could not manage to snatch it.
"I-i-it's just a misunderstanding, honey. The photo must have been a result of an engineering. I'm sure there must be someone who deliberately wants to slander me. Tamara was just an old friend who is now my client. We don't have anything to do, honey!" Hans chatted at length, looking for an excuse and was very sure Sisca would believe him.
Sisca simply poked her lips and looked at Hans with a look of disbelief.
"I knew you would definitely lie and try to make me believe you, Mas Hans. You may think I'm so stupid that you always believe whatever you say! Ok, Mom! I'll follow your game until I find other evidence of your affair with this woman named Tamara!" inner Sisca growled to herself.
Despite being enveloped in anger at her husband's pretence, she tried to hold all the rumbling in her mind back then.
"Please, trust me, baby! When my career and my job are at the top like now, there must be many who are jealous and want to drop. I'm pretty sure, there must have been someone who deliberately sent that photo for no good purpose!" Not feeling enough with his explanation, Hans again elaborated on another reason.
"Yes, Mas. I believe in you. I shouldn't have bad suspicions about my own husband" Sisca told a lie. Although in her heart Sisca was very angry, but she tried to calm down. She did not want to act rashly, before gathering more evidence about her husband's cheating.
Hans smiled at the sumringah. He knew that lying to Sisca must not be difficult for him.
"Well, that's dong, honey. You have to trust me, because my love is for you. There will be no other woman who can replace him" Hans teased with his flirting.
"Darling ... " Hans whispered flirtatiously in Sisca's ears as they lay together on the contest, and Sisca slept on her back. Hans's hands also began to mischievously move to feel certain parts on his wife's pseudo-body.
"Hm ... " Sisca just grunted softly not responding too much to Hans' treatment of her.
"I want that!" lirih Hans again became more and more seductive. In order to get rid of his wife's suspicions, Hans intends to do his duty as Sisca's husband that night.
"I'm tired, Mas. I'm not excited" said Sisca without any intention of replying to Hans' wishes, because he knew it was just a play that Hans was playing, so that he would not be suspicious again.
"Just a minute, honey. I want to be so!" persuade Hans again a little.
"Tomorrow, Mas. I'm fucking up." Sisca refused. Yawning, Sisca began to close her eyes pretending to be asleep.
Hans smiled. In his heart he was very happy. Sisca's refusal was a stroke of luck to her, as she was only pretending to ask Sisca to carry out her obligations.
Hans turned his back and turned to Sisca. He didn't go to sleep immediately because he waited for his wife to fall asleep first.
A few minutes later, Hans got out of bed. Seeing that Sisca was asleep, he slowly approached the nightstand next to his wife. He got Sisca's cell phone and he opened a photo gallery there.
"This photo can be very dangerous! I don't know who took this photo. Tomorrow I'll investigate!" hans growled as he stared at the photo Sisca had shown him.
"I have to delete this photo so Sisca can't see it anymore." Not thinking long, Hans pressed the delete button on the photo.
After returning Sisca's cell phone to its original place, Hans again laid his body next to his wife. Drowsiness immediately attacked him and in just a matter of minutes he was asleep.
Sisca opened her eyes and sighed deeply. From the beginning he was just pretending to be asleep, so he clearly knew what Hans had done.
"I already knew you would definitely try to remove that photo from my phone, Mas!" Sisca smiled wryly and muttered with emotion.
"But baby, I'm not as stupid as you think. I've copied the photo to some other folder."
Just like Hans did. Now Sisca also moved out of her bed. She opened the drawer on the nightstand and took her husband's wallet.
One by one, the contents of the wallet were examined, hoping to find other evidence of Hans' fraud.
"There's nothing here. Hans is very good at hiding everything!" Sisca clucked in annoyance. Not a single clue she could get from her husband's personal belongings.
Sisca who was ready to return the wallet to the drawer of the nightstand, suddenly slightly gasped. There was a card that accidentally fell out of the wallet.
"This is a privilege chain hotel international card." Sisca's eyes narrowed sideways when she saw the logo of an international hotel chain on the card. The names of the hotels under the chain of the hotel are also listed in detail on the card.
"Since when did Mas Hans have this kind of card?" Sisca's heart was filled with question marks. All accommodation needs for Hans are usually taken care of by his secretary. Hans no longer needed to have such a card, even if only for his personal needs.
"Hmm .. I know who can explain all this to me!" Sisca smiled cunningly. Surely he knows what he's going to do next.
Sisca grabbed her phone, and walked out of the room.
In the living room, Sisca stood up while contacting someone from her phone.
"Hello, Nita. I'm sorry I called you all those nights!" sisca said when someone she was calling answered her call.
"From tomorrow, please send a copy of all the company's expense reports to my email and I hope Mas Hans doesn't need to know about this." Sisca confirms her wish to Nita, the chief secretary at the company led by Hans.
Sisca again smiled wryly and exhaled her rude breath after hanging up the phone with Nita.
"Look at what I can do later, Hans! Sisca isn't the stupid woman you thought she was. If you dare to play fire with me, then be prepared! I'll make the fire burn even more!" decak Sisca, affirming the anger that is still restrained.
Hurry up, he goes back to his room. Hans still seemed to be asleep. Of course he did not realize that his wife was preparing a tense surprise for him.