I'm Pelakor?

Episode 72# Last Day Part 2

Ardhan only smiled in response to Fikri's question.

"Why just smile, Mr Ardhan?"

"There's actually something hard for me to explain, sir! which is the reason why my wife can work here" he replied later.

"Is it because there's a problem?" ask Fikri kepo.

"Yes that way!" replied Ardhan sighing.

"Yaaa is also a household name sir, so there must be ups and downs. Fighting, quarreling, misunderstanding is common. It would have passed by itself if there was still love in it."

Ardhan smiled wryly in response to Fikri's sentence. He recalled his own stupidity two months ago. Which makes him regret to this day. He shouldn't have to think twice about leaving Sofia.

Because of the stupidity that passed through his brain, made him almost lose a part of his life.

I can make sure he will regret it for life if he loses Alea. Especially if you can no longer see the happiness in your baby.

"Rubber, Sir!" ardhan lirih replied. "And this is all my fault" said Ardhan. "A stupidity that eventually made me regret and almost lost the figure of a wife."

Fikri nodded in understanding, not wanting to ask too far. Looking at Ardhan's expression, it seemed that he was reluctant to tell him any further.

"But why didn't Mr Ardhan tell me if your wife worked here?"

"My wife rejected it, sir!" reply Ardhan. "He knew if I came here often, he was afraid people would take me for granted if he knew he was my wife!"

"Can that be?" mummified Fikri wonder. "If you may know, who and what is the position of your wife, sir?" ask Fikri.

Back Ardhan just smiled knotfully, throwing his face away from Fikri. He still didn't want to tell if Aleandra Zavanya, the OG that Fikri was proud of was his wife. Afraid that receptionist Almer had fainted on the spot before his wife came.

"Later Mr. Fikri will also know for himself" replied Ardhan casually.

"Haha! Yeah, fine! I'll wait until Mr. Ardhan's wife is here!" said Fikri with a little laugh.

Ardhan chuckled silently without a sound. He looked back at the clock in his hand. Already showed at 16:00 WIB. But Alea hasn't been seen in the lobby.

Ardhan's eyes combed around, until Ardhan's eyes caught Almer's eyes. It's obvious that Almer stole it - stole a look at him.

Though Ardhan and Fikri obralan can be said quite loud. It can be ascertained if their chat reached the ears of two receptionists who were somehow working on what. They were not ready to go home at four in the afternoon. Where they should have gone home half-four in the afternoon.

Ardhan threw away his face with a cynical expression, being indifferent to the woman he considered to be his wife's enemy.

The first mouth to be silenced!

Inner Ardhan raised next to the corner of his lips. With both eyebrows raised cynically. That expression was on for Almer.

"What time does Mr. Ardhan's wife come home?" tanya Fikri arrived - arrived.

"It's usually four o'clock. But I don't know, it's four o'clock yet to be seen"

"If you may know, Mr. Ardhan's wife what division?"

Ardhan only answered with an annoying smile, because every important question that Fikri asked was only answered with a strange smile and half annoying.

Lastly Ardhan looked at Fikri while raising his shoulders slightly.

"You are always curious and dizzy!" whispered Fikri softly, so that no one hears their chatter while relaxing.

"Damma!" Ardhan giggled himself to see the sour face of Fikri who seemed to be dying of curiosity.

Faintly Ardhan's ears hear a whisper between two lobby receptionists, Almer and Gita.

"You're wondering who Mr Ardhan's wife is?" whispered Gita to Almer who seemed to put an ear to be able to hear the name that might be mentioned by Ardhan.

"Yes! you better shut up, don't be noisy!" Almer raised his index finger and pressed it against his lips. Like giving you a sign of your shut up.

"Well! could die standing up you later if you know who Mr. Ardhan's wife is!" muttered Gita softly, but faintly still heard by Ardhan.

"Berdo'a is Mer! so you don't faint later!" Gita chuckled slightly at Almer's wry expression.

"Do you know who Mr. Ardhan's wife is?"

Gita just lifted both shoulders and was indifferent to Almer's stand.

"Issha! ngeselin you are!"

"Hopefully the same Mr Ardhan?"

"Yes because the manager here is average age is old and looks also standard. Diia doang company guests who look OK, Indonesia is so great! especially when he was young as a manager. Proud not to be his wife?"

"Be proud, that's for sure!"

"Hemm! the reason is I'm curious. Who's wife!"

Ardhan raised the corner of his lips cynically, every time he heard the words that came out of Almer's mouth. Although faint, but still into Ardhan's ear, and can be concluded by Ardhan himself. What was behind the reception desk.

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🍄 10 minutes later . . .

Alea wore a jacket to cover her work uniform as she left the office. He took off his work shoes and replaced them with his flatshoes. Then take a small bag and put the rope on the right shoulder.

"Come, Van!" take Alea to Vania who is also doing the same thing.

"Yes, Al!" Vania walked along with Alea towards the door. Prepare to leave the locker room.

"Mas Toni, don't you go home?" alea asked a glance at Toni who was still taking off her shoes.

"Well, it's Al!" replied Toni casually.

"We go first, Mas!" sahut Vania's.

"Yes, Van!" reply Toni.

Alea opened the door and walked hand in hand towards the lobby to leave Sentani Group immediately.

Based on the promise agreed earlier this morning, Alea was again waiting for Ardhan at the bus stop, just like yesterday afternoon. He has no knowledge of Ardhan's whereabouts in the lobby.

One step, two steps, Almer began to notice the arrival of Alea and Vania from behind.

"Curtain! caper must be a kid!" almer's grumbling can be heard by Gita and Ardhan, maybe even Fikri was heard, but he was indifferent to whatever came out of the mouths of the two receptionists.

Ardhan immediately stared at the direction within the building. One second, two seconds, three seconds and a pair of Ardhan's eyes began to catch the beloved angel of heaven. Ardhan's eyes followed every move from his beloved wife.

Alea and Vania seemed engrossed in chattering as they walked, to end their last day of being co-workers.

Alea placed the code name card on a small screen to open the dividing door between the lobby and the main part of the building.

Then walk back without paying attention around. Alea only glanced at Almer who was looking at him with hatred.

"Yank!"

The familiar voice in Alea's ears echoed throughout the lobby. Making everything in the lobby stop the movement of his hands and even his feet. All of them immediately turned to Ardhan, as the source of the voice. Except for Alea who looked still weighing - wavering that voice.

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