Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 31
"Dennis Wijaya, nephew of RD Group owner Riadi Dirgantara," said the black man in a brown jacket shortly after sitting in front of Wira.
"Property companies, real estate and developers that have been around for a long time and are taken into account in Jakarta.
Hero nodded. Of course he knows clearly. The business they are in is almost the same. It is not uncommon to have to work together on a project.
Japanese restaurants are the choice of the Hero to hear what is conveyed by his men. Unwilling to hear Stevi and the office guy, Wira makes an appointment to meet outside.
Actually lazy to deal with this, not him. His life was straight without enemies like most other people in general. She is a director and owner of a regular company and the husband of a woman named Naina Pelangie.
Just that, do not want to be pestered with excessive and unnecessary escorts. His wife was just an ordinary housewife. Even so far, he has no private driver to drive him anywhere. His life is the same as most people.
"Otherwise?"
"Single, 30s .. unclear job. After his father, Andi Wijaya went to prison for having problems with Reynaldi Pratama, Riadi Dirgantara's son-in-law. That's all it is!"
"There's not much data to glean about this guy. Just like his cousin, there are many facts about this Wijaya and Aerospace family that are hidden from the public."
"Have you figured out what that has to do with Stevi?" ask the hero again.
"Sister sister!" Of course the Hero frowned. Not understanding the news being delivered.
"Me and Stevi are legal. How not to know if Stevi has a brother," said Wira revealed the awkwardness. It feels strange, those who are good friends to not know the pedigree of the Stevi family. Stevi lived with her mother. There is no story of papa or any other brother.
"Brother of different mother, different father. There's a record that Dennis used to be married to Stevi's mom, but soon they split up."
"Maybe that's the reason how these two people got to know each other" the spy continued.
Hero nodded. "There again?"
"That's all I got!"
"Report again when you find a new fact!" The woman took out an envelope from her pants pocket.
"It's your pay" Wira said, pushing the envelope gently into the middle of the table.
***
Spending hours eating lunch outside, Wira took the time to stop by his wife's boutique to take off her longings for a few hours apart.
"Mas, where are you from?" naina asked, running over to Wira when she saw her husband standing in front of the glass door and kissing the man's hand.
"Mas had lunch nearby. Nai ate?" tanya Wira, carrying a bag of mica boxes containing his wife's favorite sushi.
"Not yet, Mas."
"It just so happens that Mas brought Nai sushi, let's eat now," Wira asked.
The two entered the room Naina used to rest in. There was a wooden table with a swivel chair behind it. There was a pile of papers and notes on it.
"Nai, set the time. We're going to Yogyakarta at the end of the month." Hero says. The man unraveled the knot of the grocery bag and took out a box filled with sushi in front of his wife.
"It's only been a week since we returned from Europe. Are you not tired?" Naina asked back.
"There's an office job to take care of. All right, we haven't been there in a long time."
Naina was standing next to Wira staring at the sushi on the table.
"Eat Nai, spend it all for you" Wira said as he opened the wooden chopsticks and handed them to his wife.
"Thank you." The woman smiled, clamped a sushi with an egg on it and dipped it in a soy sauce before putting it in her mouth.
"Eat it slowly, Nai. They won't take it. It's full already." The lady chuckles at Naina with her mouth full.
Naina smiled, the attention of the Hero is always outstanding. Even now, Wira had pulled out a chair and asked him to sit down so that he could eat quietly.
"Mas not busy?"
"How are you Stevi? I haven't been to the office. Tell him, tomorrow or the day after I'll stop by,” cut Naina.
"He's fine." The hero answered briefly.
"I should have given up the things I bought for him." Naina complains. From the first day of Wira to the office after their trip to Europe, Naina had already left it to Wira. Unfortunately Wira refuses and asks Naina to hand it over herself.
"Give it up straight, Nai."
"Mas did not interfere. It's a gift from you anyway, Nai. Not from Mas," continued Wira.
Smiling looked at his wife who was so innocent. It even gifted a bottle of expensive perfume to a snake that was secretly pecking without realizing it. Instead of unwilling to give him to Stevi, he simply did not want his secretary to be big-headed and misunderstood. I thought the perfume was from him.
Walking closer, Wira was already standing behind his wife while placing both hands on Naina's shoulders. “Nai, later no need to cook dinner. We're eating out."
"There's a celebration, is there?" ask Naina wonder.
"Nothing, dear Nai. We haven't enjoyed dinner in the cafe for a long time" said Wira, bending over and peeking at Naina's right cheek.
"Have to dress up special?" ask Naina again.
"No, just a regular dinner. There are no surprises. Because the surprise is here." The hero took out a small golden yellow box from his pants pocket and placed it on the table.
"What is this?" ask Naina, astonished.
"Open up!"
In a hurry Naina opened the small box on the table. His eyes sparkled as he watched the luxurious watch stored inside the box.
"That's for you. Two weeks in Europe you're just busy buying things for other people, until you don't buy them for yourself.
"Thank you Mas. It's so pretty."
"Nai like it?" ask Wira.
"Very. All the gifts from you, there's nothing I don't like. I love you." Naina turned around, immediately draping both her hands to the neck of the Hero. Unabashedly, sweeping the friendly lips of her husband.
***
The bright lights of the cafe near the city park accompanied the couple to spend the night. Two simple cafe-style steaks complete with chickpeas and carrots give color on the edge of the iron plate.
Naina was already in action with a knife and fork in her hand preparing to slice the meat before eating it, as well as Wira.
Breeze blows slowly, blowing leaves that are highlighted by yellowing light. From a distance, a small stage can be seen, with the singer sitting in front of a microphone singing a love song. Echoing the greatness of love, accompanying young couples who are eating a cafe.
"Mas, the atmosphere is good here." Naina commented.
"So remember the past, huh? While still a biduan," seduced Wira.
"Maas ...."
"Nai is not shy about being a street singer, from cafe to cafe. That way, Nai can finish school. It's just that Nai likes to be annoyed, some people consider the job to be lowly. Even many who look one eye because it is considered cheap, night workers. In fact, we had to. What we're doing is halal."
"Yes, I know."
The chatter of the two is stopped when Naina's attention is distracted by the voice of the man who is playing a chat that is so attached to her memory.
"Sir Tria ...." One name was spoken, with the head looking up towards the source of the sound.
"That's Tria's sister, Mas. Let's finish your meal, Mas. Nai will introduce you again so that Mas does not think strangely.
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TB
