Mahligai Infidelity

-My husband cheated?-

At about four in the afternoon, a car entered the yard. Wulan believes it's her husband because the sound of her husband's car engine is familiar to Wulan's ears. As per their agreement this morning, Arkan will be home early this afternoon.

Wulan pulled the sling bag from the top of the chair then walked towards the terrace of the house. The black car that was about to pick her up is now leaving quickly

“Mas Arkan?” call Wulan.

“Kok go again?” he muttered as he pulled the phone out of his bag.

With her cell phone, she called her husband's number.

“Mas, not his-”

“Darling, I have important business. One hour I'll come back to pick you up baby,” cut Arkan.

“But mas I've-“

“Mas Arkan?” call Wulan but the phone is turned off.

Wulan walked quickly towards the side of the house where Buto and grandfather were.

“Buto, my anter now,” said Wulan.

“Car key where?” ask Wulan again.

Buto pulled the car keys out of his pants pocket.

“This Nyah.”

“Where are you guys?” ask grandpa.

“There are those who want Wulan buy cake, important,” said Wulan.

“Ayo Buto, accompany me,” Wulan directly turned towards the car garage.

“We go where Nyah,” said Buto.

“Come fast, maybe still be pursued,” said Wulan.

Buto langung sat behind the wheel and Wulan beside him. The car came out quickly from the yard.

“Ayo Buto, game,” pinta Wulan.

Once out at the intersection of three. Wulan's eyes glanced to the left.

“Because the road is one way, Arkan's car must have turned left. He's not far from here yet. Before arriving on a crowded road you should Buto should be even faster.”

“Buto faster.”

“But Nyah, mistress is pregnant. I don't want to jeopardize the safety of the mistress.”

“I'm fine, even if you are slow I ride taxi nih,” threatened Wulan.

In the middle of the road jam, Wulan's eyes glared to the end of the intersection.

“Pursue the black car behind the mini van,” said Wulan while referring to the end of the road.

Buto's head also searched among the densely packed car in front of him. The black sedan was a bit flat, but Wulan's eyes could see it.

“So we follow car sir?” tanya Buto hesitated.

“Iya, follow along. But keep your distance lest we be caught following him.”

Buto followed his master's wishes. He tried to pass several cars in front of him, until only 5 cars were left behind Arkan's car.

“Master Arkan where are you going?” ask Buto.

“Come, cheating may,” said Wulan origin. There was a look of annoyance on his face.

Wulan picked up the phone in her bag and contacted Arkan.

“Mas, where? We don't see the house. Said you wanted to see home?” ask Wulan.

“Tiba arrives no important business dear. We'll postpone tomorrow just look at the house. Tar once the business is done, I pick it up and we look for the needs you want to buy. How?” ask Arkan.

“Emang mas where?” ask Wulan.

“Now again leads to the office,” he replied.

“Ok mas, be careful on the road.”

“Iya darling.”

As soon as the call ends. Wulan Langusng slammed her phone towards the dashboard.

“Ke office? Is this the way to the office?” wulan said grimly.

“Mas Arkan cheated? Heh just try it if you dare,” said Wulan while pursing her hair. At that time she was ready to discover who the person her husband would meet at that time.

After a while following behind the Arkan car, the car turned towards the Gatot Subroto road.

“This is the direction to factory, why would Arkan mas to factory?”

“Maybe it's a business nyah.”

“Urusan works in factory. The factory has been closed for two years, what work is there?”

Sure enough, Arkan's car is now entering a portal. A few meters inside the hallway was the factory as well as the office where Wulan had his first office.

“Tetep keep the distance, do not let the Arkan mas know we follow him,” said Wulan continue to wait Buto.

“Daddy, if you really cheat, allow me-” said Buto Doubt.

“I what?” ask Wulan.

“I'll teach him a lesson,” said Buto.

Wulan looked at the man who was considered his family with her eyes turned. “Mas Arkan my business, you do not interfere,” prevent Wulan.

“Once your fist drifts, Arkan mas must be KO! Come in.”

Arkan's car was already parked in the second building at the back.

“What is Arkan doing in factory? inner Wulan.

“Park the car here only, do not get caught. If I need help I'll call you.”

Wulan took the phone from the top of the dashboard then put it back in her bag.

“Heart of Nyah. If Nyonyah does not come out within half an hour, I will follow into,” said Buto.

“Good.”

Wulan got down from the car parked beside the building, a little blocked to the point of being invisible to anyone. Wulan walked a few meters towards the half-opened rolling door.

He had to duck a little to get inside. The situation in the factory looks plong. The machine that had filled the room was no longer there. Some broken glass and piles of cardboard were scattered in the spacious room.

Wulan continued her steps into a corridor. The atmosphere in the corridor was very different from the outside which looked very messy. Here it's well-maintained, a table, a closet and a few chairs lined up there.

Wulan's footsteps were slowed down because he did not want to make any noise. Getting inside, a woman's voice faintly sounded in her ears.

Wulan walked closer and closer to that door.

“Already, I am anastesi sir. Tomorrow may be conscious,” said the woman.

“But no danger do doc?” ask Arkan.

“No sir, just a small operation. It may also be a few hours more patient siuman,” replied the doctor.

“Patient? Whose patient?” inner Wulan. Instantly, he was filled with curiosity.

“Yes already doc, I don't want to linger long here. I still have to pick up my wife. Later if there is the latest news contact me,” said Arkan.

Realizing that Arkan was on his way, Wulan walked quickly to the table lined up and hid under a table in the room. The table was filled with some medical items and cloth cloth that was still wrapped neatly.

Arkan's footsteps grew closer. He and the woman's doctor walked together past the table where Wulan was hiding under him. While walking down the corridor the doctor and Arkan continued to discuss follow-up care for the patient.

“Patient? Who's Arkan hiding here? I have to go in see it directly.”

Wulan heads out half peeking at Arkan and the doctor who kept walking towards the roling door.

Just then, Wulan ran a little into the room.

There was nothing in the room, only a handful of tables and cabinets and bottles of medicine were neatly lined up on the table.

Wulan's eyes were fixed on a door. He quickly walked to the door and opened it.

At that moment, Wulan's eyes were round staring at the man lying on the patient's bed. The man who was drooping was weakly helpless.

“Mas Brian!”

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TBC…