Look at Me, My Husband
S2 Mother of my son 4
Vienna, Austria.
“Isn't he married?” david asked Pieter in the meeting room.
Just after they finished holding the meeting, the two were still sitting around a long, glazed-tanned wooden table with files scattering on the table. Left behind, another employee had already rushed out for lunch.
“I'm sure it's just his lie to everyone. If Angel is married, it's impossible to go this far. Moreover, his daughter is still too small to be left behind,” explained Pieter, smiling cunningly.
David nodded at Pieter's explanation. Indeed, in retrospect, Pieter's explanation is quite reasonable and reasonable.
“Ok, would you like to be escorted to Angel?” bargain David, finish the chat.
His stomach had revolted asking to be filled with pasta or steak. There are no pecel catfish or chicken in Vienna, let alone soto tangkar and the like. Almost tired of looking at that menu every day. David had missed liwet rice, nasi uduk, nasi kuning let alone rice padang. His tongue is too nationalist. A year living here, still can not forget the aroma of spices typical of Indonesia.
“Ok!” Pieter nodded. Too long separated from Naina, her longing began to break. With the help of David, he went through every corner of the KRD office to find Naina.
***
Naina was in the pantry, enjoying the hot fry that had just come out of the frying pan. Too long waiting, tired of greeting him. Choosing a pantry as a place to spend time, Naina has been very familiar with employees who are in charge of serving drinks to every employee and even visiting guests. They are native to Indonesia, hired to serve the top of the KRD who is also an average Indonesian.
“You're here, Angel?” suddenly a voice came from behind.
“Mr? What's up?” asked Naina innocently. Turning to look at the man she was thrust at. Pieter sat sweetly on a wheelchair, smilingly staring at him.
“I stay first,” say goodbye David, go away.
“What do you eat?” pieter asked, playing her face waiting for an answer.
“Fryers. Want to?” Without asking any more, Naina blew the remaining fritters in her hand and thrust them into Pieter's mouth. It has become commonplace, for both of them to share small things like this.
“Not bad.” Pieter chuckled, staring fixedly at the beautiful woman in front of him. There was a lot of happiness during this year spent with Naina. They go through tough days together, going through many things both of them that no one else knows. Cry together, laugh together. Encouraging each other, sharing one another.
If Naina becomes a witness to her bad times, become an encouragement to be in her current position. He could accept the worst in his life. Instead, she bears witness to Naina crying for the yearning for the only princess she left behind.
“Still want, Sir?” haggle Naina again. Instead of staring at the middle-aged pantry employee frying the rest of the dough.
Pieter shakes. “We go home. I'm tired all day sitting. You can make me at home later.”
***
Jakarta, Indonesia.
The hero awakens from his heart when the day is dark. The time was eight o'clock at night when he woke up from a soft bed in his mother's house. His stomach is hungry, since the office has not filled anything.
Grabbing his expensive watch from the top of the nightstand, Wira is seen yawning several times. He should return to his residence immediately. Since the revelation of all the past, Wira decided to get out of her childhood home. Decided to stay alone, did not want his mother and father to interfere too much and intervene in his life. They might be able to suggest, but the decision is in his hands. He does not want his life to be set up like it used to be.
“Ma, I go home first,” said to Wira, while folding the sleeves of his shirt. Black coat draped on his forearm. Still had a glimpse of the beautiful girl sitting next to her mother, presenting a sweet smile to her
“Wir, you have not been acquainted with Rika,” said the mother, standing over to her son.
“Wir, don't be like this. Rika has come all the way here to meet you,” cried the mother, following.
“Wir ..”
“Enough, Ma. I'm really tired now. I have no interest in marrying again. If you like her, you can ask her to marry you. Can be made second wife,” sahut Wira origin. Make the mother step back into the house, holding her upset.
Free to persuade Wira, her son is getting more and more stubborn. The more pressed, the further away. The more persuaded, the more rejected.
After the departure of her mother, Wira shouted the assistant. I don't know where the disappearance of the young man who last year accompanied his days. Accompany the lonely night and her cries every remembering Naina and their child.
“Wills! Where are you?” scream from the porch of the house.
Before long, a young man in a neat suit appeared before him. “What's up, Boss?” he asked with a tired face.
“We're home now!” wira orders, while reaching into the pocket of the pants. Pulling out his phone after the clink of incoming messages suddenly shifted the man's concentration.
Looking serious, Wira frowned after reading the incoming message from someone.
“Will, we're going to a restaurant near the office. Ordinary place,” pinta Wira, change its destination instantly.
“Hah?” William surprised. It took a few seconds for him before confirming the order of the Hero.
“I have to see Jack again, it looks like he got a little bright spot. I don't know how just a weak woman and her child they can't find. I was worried that someone was helping him,” Wira said, massaging the temple, for a moment. He chose to sit next to William, an assistant who was holding the wheel of a car.
“I've ruffled Yogyakarta. Let alone Naina, not even a trace of her existed. He was looking for his aunt. Everything disappears, like it disappears swallowed by the earth,” fights Wira.
William was only a listener, neither refuting nor refuting. Since deciding to join Wira, Wiliam has become more of a confiding friend than an advisor. For personal matters, William does not know knowing. When he started working, Wira was already a single man without a wife let alone a lover. The hero chooses to be a true singles. Living for treasure, throne and completely without women all this time. Just saying one name, Naina. Which has not been found yet.
That night, the road was quite crowded even though it had faltered at some point. The car that William drove into a fast food restaurant in Central Jakarta.
“Will, you want to wait in the car or come in. Or want to find food outside?” ask Wira.
“I'm looking for food near here only, Boss.”
“Ok.” It looks like Wira took the wallet out of her pocket. Handing over a sheet of thousand rupiah fiber money.
“I'll call you when you're done,” Wira said. Run into the restaurant.
Bruk! In a hurry, the man accidentally bumped into a woman in his servant's uniform. Wira's eyes rounded when she realized who she had just hit.
“Stevi?” he said he could hardly believe it.
***
TB
