I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Reinforced

Nita went back to the room. He works while waiting for Farel, but the little guy hasn't come yet. Makes a feeling of longing to inhabit him.

“Farel to where? How long is self-heeling? This room is quiet if there is no him here.”

He grabbed a cell phone. He called Farel a few times. Still like yesterday, Farel's number remains unreachable. Neither is his Socmed active.

“I have to check into his house later,” said Nita who was not excited.

Nisa has also arrived in her room. He sat down and was silent for a moment. Just check the bag, take the income statement in the regional division. But apparently, he took the wrong report. What he brought was a report of capital changes belonging to Arka.

He quickly brought the capital change report to the 10th floor. Before her exotic husband it was alterated into a nine-tailed fox.

“You are nothing more than a fragment of my hatred.” (Kurama)

Inside the Arka room.

“How was your first night, babe?” dara Goda.

“Very fun.” Arka turned teasing. Want to know what the lover would react if he said that.

“Oh, yes? How many rounds of play?” Dara chuckles.

“Saking a lot, I forgot how much. Remind me later tonight, let me not forget to count.” Arka put up a serious mimic. Hopefully that way, he can trick Dara.

“You're kidding right?” Dara was singing her lips.

“Iya, kidding. That's why don't ask that again. There's still so much we can talk about. Why should I discuss my first night with him?”

“Just make sure you're not happy, baby.”

Arka grasps Dara's fingers. “Until any time, I will never make love with Nisa.”

Sniff the scent of love in that short Archaic sentence. A group of words were also heard by Nisa who was silent outside.

How hurtful the people in the office said about him. That was, maligned by Nita. Now, her husband promised other women not to touch her.

Nestapa once his life.

“Appointment yes, dear. You'll just do it with me,” pinta Dara with tears.

“Iya, darling. I wouldn't have done it, if it wasn't for you.” Arka wiped away Dara's tears.

“How do we want to do it? Your wife is Nisa, not me. It is also impossible for us to fornicate.”

“We're getting married.”

“Omo. I mean, I'm a second wife? I don't want to share with other women.” Dara again put her lips together.

“No dong, babe. For a while, you have to be sincere in our relationship like this. After two years, Nisa I divorce. We married at least half a year after my divorce with him.”

“Too long, dear. Why two more years? It can be one year.”

“Can't be if it's only one year, baby. One year can have a bad impact on my image. The impact will be on the company as well. Married to Nisa is just a status darling. Most importantly you and me both know that we love each other.”

Heartbreaker.

It was felt by Nisa who delayed to give the report in her grasp to Arka. Which wife would be happy to hear such a promise come out of her husband's mouth? Having just had a wedding, Arka had already planned their divorce day.

He entered the room moments after Dara and Arka's conversation ended. Pretending not to eavesdrop on the conversation of the couple is not halal.

“Excuse me, can I enter kak?” ask Nisa outside.

Nisa put Arka's report on the table. “I was wrong to bring the report earlier,” he said.

“How are you, Nisa?” Dara makes small talk before the wife of her lover comes out.

“Alhamdulillah, good Kak.”

Nisa smile. He will never show sorrow in front of two people who have conspired to get rid of him.

After answering Dara's question, without asking how the woman was, Nisa immediately left the cursed workspace.

Tears flooded his cheeks as he returned to his division.

He's been getting tired of everything that's happened to him lately. Everywhere there are annoying people.

His mind is now in the registration period. At that time, he enrolled passionately in the company NaturalSkin Indonesia.

Unfortunately he became not so excited again after being accepted to work. Starting from his life that actually feels heavier.

Hated superiors, vilified colleagues, and so on. Now only, he became the talk of people in the office. Really, he was overwhelmed to bear everything alone.

Not wanting to be overwhelmed by excessive despair, Nisa immediately made a report on the amount of cash entering last month in the regional division. At least, he could forget his problem for a moment by being busy at work.

Unfortunately, sadness came back to Nisa when the break came.

Everyone goes to the cafe for lunch. He stayed in the room containing some of the computers. Just enjoying a packet of bread. In fact, she had become the wife of the number one person in the office. Without feeling, Nisa's tears dripped. It was so tight, that even when he ate, he sobbed.

A piece of bread he had finished, but did not succeed in suppressing his hunger. Wrong himself, he didn't eat breakfast this morning.

Actually, it's wrong Arka too. Nisa wanted breakfast, but canceled Arka's gegara who told her to hurry to the garage.

Now, Nisa's leaning her head on the desk. He cried out, shedding all the frustration over all the unpleasant events that had happened to him lately.

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder. Nisa wiped her tears quickly, then looked up. “Eh, Thira. Can I help you?”

“I should have asked that. You got a problem, right?"

“Nothing. Why ask that?”

“That's, you're out crying.”

“Not cry Ra. If sleepy is like this, I like to shed tears. After last night staying up late, too busy to fix up in the mansion kak Arka.” Nisa forced herself to smile.

“If you want a story or need help, say yes. Who knows I can help,” Thira said as she patted Nisa on the shoulder.

“Definitely. Thank you Ra, you've always been nice to me. Unlike others, likes to snap at will.”

“Atasan should indeed care about his subordinates, Sa. Anyway, I bought two. Hopefully the more fresh the report work.” Thira puts a bottle of You-C on Nisa's table.

“Thanks, Ra.”

“Most welcome.” Thira then headed to her desk.

Nisa took a sip of Thira's drink until it ran out. If he used to have Farel as the God of Fortuna. Now she has Thira as her Goddess of Fortuna.

Dahaga Nisa has been treated with a drink that is rich in vitamin C. It is time to pray dzuhur.

This time, Nisa prayed in the mushallah. At first he wanted to pray in the room only, but was stopped. Because there's Thira there.

Thira's existence makes him unable to freely pour out his heart while praying. While he needs to complain all his sorrow to the Supreme Provider of Solutions.