Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 23
“Angie ...” said the man when he recognized Naina.
It took a few details for Naina to recognize the owner of the voice who had just stood holding an empty tray. Because the contents of the tray currently inhabit the cafeteria floor.
“Kak Tria ...” The word sounds soft and sounds beautiful.
“Angie still recognizes me?” tanya Tria, a man who is none other than one of the employees in PW Group.
“Kak Tria, how can it be here?” asked Naina, frowning. Of course Naina remembers it. Tria is the same as it seems, joined in the group of Yogyakarta street artists. They both started their musical careers there. It is not uncommon to have to meet every night, filling out events at suburban cafes. But Naina has to bury her dreams deeply. He was proposed to Wira and got married, so had to leave everything behind.
“Kak Tria how to get to Jakarta?” ask Naina, astonished. It is strange for Naina, who is almost five years apart, to be able to meet people from her past.
“I work in this company.” Tria answered briefly, throwing a smile at Naina and Stevi who were distracted from the food.
“Oh yes?” Naina could hardly believe it.
“I didn't expect that Tria's sister worked here. Still actively singing?” ask Naina again.
“If the night I fill in some cafes, near here. Angie ... how can it be here?” Tria could not cover her curiosity. Since setting foot in Jakarta, the desire to meet Naina whom he called Angie was so great. Even in every prayer, Naina must be tucked in.
“My husband works here,” Naina said. Not to introduce the husband as the owner of the company but only to introduce him as a regular employee.
“Wah, it turns out the world is narrow, Angie.” Tria's smile expands, like a rose bud blooming. She knew clearly Naina was married. Five years ago, she attended Naina's modest wedding reception in Yogyakarta.
Stevi who had been busy eating her food could only silently sharpen her hearing. Eavesdrop on the conversation of both.
“Alright Brother Tria, I have to see my husband,” said Naina.
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Returning to the Wira's room, Naina looked at her husband who was back busy with a pile of work on the table. As soon as the door opened, Wira only gave a fleeting smile and then went back to scratching the pen while reading the stacked papers that Naina did not understand at all.
“Mas seriously want to move Stevi from her position now?” ask Naina. The woman was already sitting sweetly in front of the Hero. Waiting for her husband to answer.
“I want to move it off the face of this earth, but unfortunately I can't do it. He knew clearly my weakness was in you, so as to suppress me at will,” Inner Hero, smiling wryly.
“No Nai, Mas just being emotional only.”
Naina smiled, clasping the hand of the Hero clamping his expensive pen. “He's having problems, Mas. Child's sick. Don't be mad at him anymore.”
Hero nodded. Not willing to extend the discussion about Naina who just drained her emotions back. Grabbing the food supply box that is still intact and thrust it in front of the wife.
“Spend your lunch, Nai,” pinta Wira, smile.
“Stop discussing Stevi, I'm fed up with her,” continued Wira. A shady look, grabbing the spoon lying resignedly inside the supply box and filling it with food.
“Eat now, Nai. You haven't eaten, have you?” ask Wira. Poking before his wife's lips.
“Nai eat alone, Mas.”
Still sitting face to face, Wira was again preoccupied with her work and Naina was busy spending the contents of her box.
“Nai, I'll be home a little late in the afternoon. I have to stop by Mom's place. Mama called me,” lied Wira. For the past two years, the man's tongue has been used to lying to his wife. She had to visit her daughter Nola, for which she could only use the excuse of visiting her mother. And for that reason too, he bought a house for Stevi in the same complex with his mother, besides of course both parents can also freely visit grandchildren and Stevi can leave Nola to them.
The hero simply nodded, the rest of the men refocused on their work until Naina finished her lunch.
“Mas, Nai says, yes.” The meek woman had already walked up to Wira after tidying up her lunchbox again.
“You're done?” wira asked, clutching Naina's waist to stand closer to her.
“Already, Mas.”
“Ah, Mas still not willing. How about accompany Mas to go home from the office. We both visited my mother. How, Nai?” tawar. His burly hands were still wrapped around his wife's slender waist. From his sitting position, the man freely rested his head on the wife's flat stomach.
“Nai still has to take care of some work, Mas. Aren't we going to honeymoon again, so Nai has to take care of everything before we go on vacation,” rejects Naina, stroking the top of her husband's head slowly.
“Why did Mas get spoiled like this. Looks like there's a shrimp behind the rock,” Naina chirped with a smile.
“Mas, want shrimp behind flour. Nai's handmade is delicious like no other,” said Wira, grabbing his wife's hand and peeling the back of the hand slowly.
“Later tonight, Nai made it for Mas again. Don't come home too late, Mas.”
“Hmmmm.” The man just muttered, enjoying the warmth of his wife's strokes.
“Nai says goodbye now, Mas,” says Naina, breaking away from the entanglement of her husband's hand.
“Ya, Dear.” The hero stood up and kissed his wife warmly.
“Nai, go yes,” said Naina, peeping the back of her husband's hand.
“Be careful bring the car, Darling.”
The husband and wife's farewell was accompanied by a wave of Naina's hands and the unwilling look of the Hero. Up in front of the room Naina still took a goodbye with Stevi who looked much calmer. The smile on the secretary's face was back to normal.
***
That afternoon, Wira left the office an hour earlier than usual. The goal is to check the condition of his daughter. Opting to shy away from Stevi as usual. Once caught enough, there will be no second time trap. As much as possible Wira was always on guard after her first awakening, which opened her eyes as to what Stevi really was.
The man's car was already in the courtyard of the house, the little run was already impatient to meet his daughter. Nola is getting funnier and more adorable. As soon as the footsteps arrived in the living room, it appeared that his mother and father were helping feed Nola drinking milk from a small spoon.
“Ma, Pa .. are you here? How's Nola? Is it better?” ask the hero, throwing a lot of questions at once.
“The heat has gone down, just not want to drink milk and eat.” The mother made a sound.
As soon as she saw the arrival of her papa, Nola immediately extended her hand, asking for a sling as usual. Spawning on the shoulders of Wira.
“Papi's son is still sick?” tanya Wira invites to talk, even though she knows her daughter has not been fluent in talking and answering.
Nola just tightened her embrace, spoiled with her papa. His little hands were coiled around the neck of the hero.
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