Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 32
The hero coughed, almost choking on the steak as his blue netra caught a young man, sat on a chair holding a guitar and plucked a beautiful tone on stage. Of course he recognized clearly, even though the distance separated was more than ten meters. The simple face still stuck in memory.
“Tria equals.” Inner hero.
The tight grip on the stainless knife and fork came loose as Naina pulled it forward without waiting for the leftover steak on the plate to run out.
“Nai, Where are you going?” The hero protested with his effect. Although his little heart knew clearly, in which direction his feet were stepping.
“Nai wants to introduce Mas with Kak Tria.” Naina said excitedly.
The two were already standing in front of the stage, with Naina throwing an unrelenting smile at Tria. The man with the guitar in hand in the spotlight of the yellowing lights really reminded him of his former self, himself in the past.
The longing came, as the song reached the middle and made Naina accidentally join in singing the love song together. Tria reviewed her thin smile, but the smile slowly faded as the look in her eyes turned toward Wira.
On the contrary, Tria also recognized, the man who became the boss and owner of the company where he sought sustenance. The rest, the man kept his nerves and his question in his heart, choosing to focus on fingerstlye-style guitar quotes that he had not long mastered.
The beautiful song by one of the famous Indonesian bands is soft and pleasant to hear. Tria packs it nicely through her guitar quotes and her voice. Collaboration with sound control.
Naina smiled and clapped her firmer hands as the performance closed Tria sweetly. A hero? Do not ask how nervous and nervous the man is. It was like waiting to be executed.
“Kak Tria!” call Naina from under the stage while waving her hand. The simple silk dress with golden lace on the neck she wore swayed in the night breeze, following her feminine movements.
“Yes, Angie.” Tria had to come down.
Nervous that actually does not only belong to Wira, Tria was struck by the same taste at this time. The two swallowed the saliva almost simultaneously as Naina said softly.
“Mas .. This is Kak Tria, my friend as happy as I was on the street first.” Naina opened the introductory event sweetly.
“Kak Tria .. sure remember my husband. This is Mas Wira my only husband,” joked Naina.
The two men shook hands with each other and tried to throw away the awkwardness created. Tria did not dare to stare, keeping her question and strangeness alone. He certainly still vividly remembered, what he had heard on the front door of the director's room a few weeks ago. There is a wife and a small child involved in the conversation of the director and his secretary, whom Tria believes has a close relationship with.
“Naina's pity, if that's what's going on behind her, but I can't tell her that I'm not sure myself. The one that exists only disturbs the relationship between the two and so slander if all my allegations are wrong.” Tria.
“Sister Tria still remembers my husband's face, right?” ask Naina again.
“I started to forget, but now I remember it clearly.” Tria said firmly, daring to look at Wira, as if telling her she knew something.
The hero swallowed his saliva, storing a huge nervousness in the heart. “I remember that this Mas Tria came into my room when Stevi and I were arguing over Nola, Stevi's daughter. You know for yourself, right? How Stevi left her sick son for a job, Nai. As a good friend, of course I do not like,” explained Wira without being asked.
Without Naina realizing, the husband was actually straightening out on his best friend about what happened in the director's room a few weeks ago.
The brief introduction ended with a farewell wave, Wira and Naina could not linger chatting, Tria still had to work. A jealous moment that had previously resided in the heart of the Hero, slowly disappeared as Naina's attitude opened to him.
***
Next day.
Naina was serving a large bowl of fried rice to the middle of the dining table. There was a plate of fried eggs next to him. Still with a flower apron tied up on her tiny body, Naina returns again with a cup of hot tea, served over a ceramic cup with a red rose motif.
“Mas, breakfast,” greet Naina when she sees her husband walking closer with after his neat. The man kissed Naina's cheeks with his mesra without caring about Sumi Mbok who boasted a smile at the intimacy of his two employers.
“Mbok, don't like peeking!” god Hero.
“Come close your eyes! I was trying to kiss my wife's lips,” continued Wira who looked fresh this morning.
“Mas, don't tease Mbok Sumi!” naina's tirade, with sweet stuff.
“Yes, Mas, cow's eye eggs with the yolk part half-cooked.” Naina had already filled the plate with fried rice and presented him with a fried egg on the top,
“Eat now, later Mas late to the office.” Naina says.
“You didn't eat, Nai?” asked the Hero, pulling his wife's hand closer all of a sudden.
“Later sa ...” A piece of Naina's sentence was unresolved, Wira had already fed him with a spoonful of fried rice.
“Mas ...”
“Hmmm,” muttered Wira, refocus with his fried rice plate.
“Later noon Nai will bring you lunch, all of you want to meet Stevi, Mas.”
“Ya, you to the boutique today?” ask Wira, while putting fried rice into his mouth.
“Go for a moment, there is an appointment to meet with the customer later at ten. After that I went straight to your office, Mas.”
The hero quickly removed the spoon and fork in his hand, his attention turning to the wife. “Male or female?” ask the hero with his jealousy.
“Mas, Nai was working instead of dating out there,” protested Naina, as Wira pulled waist standing closer again to the husband.
“Ya, Mas know.” Smiling hero.
“Spend your breakfast, Mas. Didn't he say today there was a meeting early in the morning,” said Naina, reminding.
“Ya ..”
***
Wira's car has arrived at the office. This morning he arrived faster than usual. There will be a meeting to reshuffle the positions of several employees in accordance with their respective performance. His meeting with Tria last night, made Wira have to take this step. The plan that had previously been a discourse in his brain but had not been realized because it coincided with the honeymoon event.
Arriving in front of the room, Wira sees Stevi preparing with a make-up bag on the table. “Tumben fast coming, Stev!” the hero said without looking at his secretary. Refinedly satirize the woman who has been feeding her life and household for two years.
Of course Stevi was surprised, it was not only him who came to the side, the husband of the series was so.
“Mas ... wait! We have to talk.” Stevi hurriedly followed into the room. Open the door wide without excuse.
“What's up?” ask the flat-headed girl. The man was standing in front of a glass window, staring at the view of the city of Jakarta highlighted in the morning light.
“Nola missed you. Can you visit this afternoon?” asked Nola, venturing closer.
“I'll see first, Stev. I can't answer.” yet
“Mas .. since returning from Europe, Mas has not visited Nola. Doesn't it feel, this isn't fair to her?” stevi asked, soft weak. Both of his hands were swiftly slipping on the left and right sides of the waist of the Hero. Tightly twisting and locking on the flat stomach of a handsome man, his boss and husband.
“Please Stev!” The hero turned around, after smashing the rough hand of Stevi.
The reddened eyes held back the anger and upset it turned frantic when it realized someone was standing near the door of the room that was wide open with a washcloth and glass cleaning liquid.
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