Mahligai Infidelity

- The Expected Person

Time has shown at five in the afternoon, Arkan's plan to work overtime that night immediately disappeared. He immediately left his study shortly after Brian left.

Arkan headed for the parking lot where his car was parked, he walked behind Brian.

Like strangers these two people do not greet each other, they ignore each other as if they do not know each other.

Then the phone in his pocket rang.

“Unknown number?”

“Ya Hello,” saya Arkan.

“Master? Is this really Mr Arkan?”

“Iya right, with whom ya?” ask Arkan.

“Yesterday I searched for the master at the host address, but no one. Host's house is empty,” said the woman.

“Who are you?” ask Arkan again.

“I Irma, the son of the waiter who works at the host Brian,” said the woman.

“Why are you looking for me?” ask Arkan.

“I'm a long way from town to call at your public phone shop. My money is not enough if I have to explain it here, the story is long. I have to see the master,” said the woman.

“Alright, you came to my house. Tomorrow afternoon I wait for you at home,” Arkan said.

“Alright, tomorrow afternoon I go to host.”

Tut tut tut tut

The phone call has been cut off, Arkan continues his steps towards the car.

He had not been able to get into the car, from the side of the car a man was waiting for him.

“Mr, sir Arkan?” call him.

“Iya right? Who is it?” ask Arkan.

The man stood up as he turned his face outward, as if he were evading others.

“My master has a message from the lady of Wulan,” the man said as he almost whispered.

Hearing that, Arkan opened the door of his car. “Come in, we talk inside,” Arkan said.

The man quickly got into the car.

“Who are you?” ask Arkan full of probes.

“Master, I'm Deon. My mother works at the home of master Brian and mistress Wulan,” Deon replied.

“Worker at Brian's home again, the woman who just called is also the son of the worker at Brian's home. What's the matter?” inner Arkan.

“Whose child are you?” ask Arkan, he just wants to be more certain who Deon is.

“My mother's name is Narsih, lady Wulan who asked me here.”

“You're Narsih's son?” ask Arkan.

“Why Wulan? You met her? He sent you here? He's already in Jakarta?” continue Arkan. A few consecutive questions came out of Arkan's mouth, a sign that he was very curious about Wulan's whereabouts now. As well as the facial expression was astonished because Wulan sent Deon to meet him.

“Mrs Wulan is at her house, she asked me to come here. Telling mister Arkan that he is waiting for mister,” Deon said.

“Why is he waiting for me?” arkan muttered and then immediately called Wulan's phone number.

“Why is his number off, when does he arrive?” ask Arkan.

“Monya Wulan not where, her mobile number is not active because the mistress does not hold her cellphone. I myself have to leave the phone to the guard post when entering yesterday. Fortunately the bodyguard who guarded at that time was my colleague,” explained Deon.

“Ngot hold hp, bodyguard, what really happened?”

“So all this time Wulan was inside that house? Why don't I know what this is about? I'll be there now!”

“Tu sir, I beg you. Don't tell me this info is from me. Or mister Brian will kill me,” Deon said.

“Alright, you can come out now,” Arkan said.

Just then, at full speed Arkan's car continued to drive towards Brian and Wulan's residence. His feelings were mixed, he felt himself being toyed with by the circumstances, his heart was sad as well as sick, he was disappointed with himself. He felt too weak to know what had happened to Wulan.

After ten minutes, Arkan had arrived at the entrance gate of the mansion.

The gate was so high and large that it showed no activity in the house.

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arkan's car horn continues to sound in front of the gate.

Because no one came out to open the gate, Arkan finally got out of his car.

“Wulan,” shouted her.

“Wulannn, you're inside?” shout Arkan.

The distance of the gate is quite far from home certainly will not be heard Wulan. But two guards inside the post were upset by Arkan.

“Wulan, let's get out quickly. Or I will climb this fence,” cried Arkan once again.

Hearing Arkan's words, the two bodyguards finally came out.

“Who are you? Dare to make a fuss in people's homes. Want me to call the police?!” threatening a guard.

“Oohh it turns out you guys are deliberately hiding inside. You make it look like this house is empty with no occupants! Quickly open the door before I hit!” threaten Arkan.

“Our task here is to keep no one from entering except by order of Boss,” said the bodyguard again.

“Alright, you guys think I don't dare hit this fence. Fence compensation money will I send to Mas Brian,” said Arkan then back in the car.

Arkan's car began to retreat one straight line facing the tall fence. His car was just about to go fast, but the fence started to open. The two bodyguards decided to open the fence, before the fence was destroyed by a hit by Arkan.

Arkan went straight into the courtyard of the mansion. He rushed into the house looking for Wulan.

“Wulan!” Call him as soon as he enters the middle room.

“Wulan?” He looked for her towards the kitchen.

The sound of the mixer continues to sound from the direction of the kitchen room. Arkan believes Wulan must have been there.

After arriving at the kitchen, Arkan's steps came to a halt. From behind he saw the figure of Wulan who was busy with a mixer in his hand.

“Wulan,” call it.

Wulan looked towards him.

“Mas Arkan?” Wulan stopped her work. He went straight to Arkan and hugged the man.

Tears just flowed from Wulan's eyes. The person who had been expected to appear was now in front of him. The man who was waiting to help her finally arrived.

Arkan returned Wulan's embrace tightly, making the woman cry even more.

“What happened to him? She was crying like this why does my heart hurt so much? What's in nature?”

“I'm here. I will take you away from here,” Arkan said as he occasionally stroked Wulan's back.

Wulan further drowned her head in the chest of the Arkan field, a feeling of pleasure, relief so felt when with Arkan, she did not need to feel afraid anymore.

“Come tell me what happened?” arkan.

While sobbing Wulan looked at Arkan's face, “Mas, take me away from this house right now,” said Wulan. His face was now flushed from crying.

“We will go right now,” while wiping the tears on the girl's face.

“Abibi will be ready for some items madam,” said bi Narsih then rushed to Wulan's room.

“Bi, aunty also came with me,” said Wulan.

Bi Narsih's steps came to a halt for a moment, he then looked at Wulan and nodded in agreement.

“Mas, I helped bi Narsih prepare the goods,” said Wulan.

“Alright,” says Arkan.

Arkan walked behind Wulan, then stopped near the stairs while looking at Wulan who continued walking towards his room.

“It should have been since the beginning I never doubted my feelings. But it's not too late, now I'll take him away. I'll take better care of her, I won't let her get hurt one bit.”

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TBC…

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