Mine Maybe

My heart will go

"How do you feel at home working here?"

Isyana did not know what to answer. All he did was bow down without being able to defend himself. His only hope was one, he wanted Vinsen to come immediately and save him in his current situation.

Although very unlikely.

"I hope you resign immediately before the Commissioner finds out where you are."

Isyana's hand squeezed the end of the black span skirt she was wearing. Even in his eyes, Malik was much more sinister compared to Wira. Isyana knows, if the man had never liked her since Vinsen dated her.

"I know you love Mr. Vinsen, but you know for yourself, Mr. Vinsen is married."

"You deserve better."

After saying that, Malik left Isyana. The woman exhaled and closed her eyes.

He did not understand the reason why the people around Vinsen never liked his relationship with Vinsen.

Degrees and family background. Why is it always that thing that becomes the benchmark?

Isyana returned to Vinsen's room. He sat on the beloved's chair. Seeing the stuff that always draped Vinsen.

Isyana opened the drawer, her hand took a picture frame that was there. Her smile expands, finding it is a photo of Vinsen with her. Isyana quite understands why Vinsen prefers to keep it in a drawer rather than displaying it on the workbench.

Isyana should have been lucky to have Vinsen willing to accept her for who she is. No matter the provocation of those around him.

"And, Vinsen."

Well. If he had the same khasta as Vinsen, maybe they were already together. Married, and have a happy life. Not as of now.

The ringing of the device on the table made Isyana immediately reach for the flat object. He immediately shifted the green icon when the caller was the one who always filled his head.

"Where are you?"

Vinsen sighed at the end there. "I don't seem to be back in the office."

"Sorry,"

"Jea's sick, and it's because of me."

Isyana smiled, her head nodding faintly with suddenly watery eyes for no reason.

"No papa, I understand. Take good care of your wife."

"Dear,"

"Hm."

"I love you,"

Isyana smiles. "I love you too, Vinsen."

After that, the call was interrupted. Isyana stared at her screen. Sooner or later, one day he will lose Vinsen. Sure.

*

*

Vinsen stared at his screen after his call with Isyana ended, he sighed. Then put it in his pants pocket. He saw a tray with food on it, carrying it towards the room.

One by one the stairs he poked with relaxed steps. His steps stopped as soon as he got to the door. Adisty was talking to someone behind the phone.

"My news is good, it seems free to let you go."

"Well, the marriage still happens. Shitty right?"

Vinsen frowned, who was talking to Adisty? And what did he say? This marriage sucks? Isn't Vinsen the most at a disadvantage here?

"My husband? Hmmm, I just hope for the best."

"Well, political marriage rarely brings happiness."

"Divorce? Really, I don't want Mr. Rean Dirgantara to be mad at me."

Vinsen let out an annoyed breath, he barged in. Adisty looked half surprised. But then, he seemed to behave as usual. Relax and calm.

*

*

Adisty did not know whether Vinsen would properly heat the food for her or not. But while waiting for the man, the device next to him on the pillow rang.

After nearly two months of disappearing, the man had just contacted her now. Adisty shifted the green icon and placed the flat object on her ear.

"Hallo."

"Hay. How's it?"

Adisty chuckled a little. "What's how, everything's fucked up. You must have known it too!"

The person at the other end was precisely chuckling, Adisty shook his head slowly. That's how Gerald Antonio is.

"When are you planning on going home?"

"No idea, me and Teresa seem to be staying here. My father knows my existence, I've given it to him."

"Oh, well, how's the response?"

"You can guess it yourself. He scolded me, international calls cost a lot. My pulse runs out before he finishes nagging me." Gerald said it with a stifled laugh. Adisty also laughed, he was quite familiar with the character of his former future father-in-law.

"But luckily, it seems like she's blessing my relationship with Teresa."

"Thank God."

"How are you?"

Adisty looked at her slightly swollen legs, then she replied. "My news is good, it seems free to let you go."

Again it was only Gerald's laughter that Adisty heard. "How's the wedding going?"

"Well, the marriage still happens. Shitty right?"

"Very annoying!"

"But how's your husband?"

"My husband? Hmmm, I just hope for the best."

"How, do you love him? You guys love each other? You guys happy?"

Gerald's back-to-back questions made Adisty shake her head. He thought for a moment and considered the answer.

"Well, political marriage rarely brings happiness."

"That means you don't love each other and are happy?"

"Then what's next, you're getting divorced?"

"Divorce? Really, I don't want Mr. Rean Dirgantara to be mad at me."

"Yayaya, I know Om Rean. But if you're unhappy, it seems like he's more willing to endure shame if his daughter is widowed than to let her suffer."

"Don't talk recklessly, I don't want to be widowed." Adisty replied with a little bit of pangs.

Along with that, the door of the room opened. Vinsen appeared with a tray in his hand. Adisty cleared his throat, "i'll call again." he cut off the connection unilaterally.

"Who?" asked Vinsen after placing the tray on a pillow in Adisty's lap.

"Oh, it's nobody." Adisty replied indifferently. Vinsen sat in his place before leaving Adisty. While the woman devoured her food before Vinsen paused. Vinsen only noticed it.

His heart was curious about the person who had spoken on the phone with Adisty. Asik watched the woman before him, Vinsen now wondered. Her marriage to Adisty has gone so far, but nothing has ever happened to them.

Waking up hugging, never seems more than that. As if it was commonplace, and no problem for him or Adisty.

Just like when Adisty got sick from breaking through the midnight rain, and it happened because of Vinsen. Even now, Adisty is sick because of Vinsen, and Vinsen does what he did at that time. Take care of Adisty and serve him.

Adisty lowered her legs slowly, this morning she felt much better than yesterday. He'll take a shower before Vinsen comes back from downstairs. He did not want Vinsen to deliver him to the bathroom, prepare water for him and pick him up after he was done.

Come on, Adisty's not that bad until he has to be picked up just to go to the bathroom. Adisty stepped slowly towards the bathroom, unaware that Vinsen was watching her in the doorway.

He slowly approached, following the woman in anticipation that Adisty might fall.

The woman crouched. "It shouldn't have come like this." he said as he stomped his feet. He jumped when suddenly his body floated.

Vinsen raised his body without warning. Take her to the bathroom. "I can do it myself" said Adisty half-cocky.

"If you can do it yourself, you shouldn't have to complain."

Adisty shut up, Vinsen dropped it. He was busy filling the bathtub and measuring the temperature of the water. Adisty was silent as usual. "You don't have to do this. I can—"

"Mama will be here." Vinsen interrupted quickly.

"Mama Dian?"

"Mama Zyla?"

"Both. I'll be gone in a minute, there's something to take care of."

Adisty had no intention of responding, he was silent. Makes Vinsen confused and finally chooses retreat. Old Adisty just kept quiet after Vinsen stepped up. Slowly he opened the cardigan on the sleepwear lace satin nightdress he was wearing.

Unknowingly, if Vinsen was still there. The man was still holding the bathroom door knob that he was about to close. It seemed too dear to waste the vista in front of him.

This is not the first time Vinsen saw his wife's smooth shoulder, only, he did not want to be trapped in Adisty's charm as he told her.

A few seconds later, Vinsen regained his senses. Spontaneously he closed the door and made Adisty turn his head, the woman frowned at the door that had just closed.

*

*

"Your mother-in-law is here and you're leaving instead?" dian asked quietly as he was in the kitchen with his son.

Half an hour ago, Zyla and Dian came together. Their arrival is nothing more than visiting his son-in-law and seeing the condition of Adisty who a few days ago did not go to work.

Actually, the condition of bruises on Adisty's legs has slowly improved. But Rean and Chandra call him and tell Adisty to take a few days off.

"Vinsen," Dian rebuked her son who did not respond.

"Just a minute, Ma. Mama Zyla already knew."

"You don't intend to see that woman, do you, Vinsen?"

"His name is Isyana, Ma."

"You're still in touch?"

"I'm just out for a second."

Vinsen diverted the conversation, passed from the kitchen, walked towards the main room where Adisty was, while Zyla was cleaning the dining table. They had just had breakfast together.

Dian sighed staring at the departure of her son. Then he approached Zyla and helped the besan. The main room with the dining table did not have a bulkhead, it was easy for the two people to keep an eye on Vinsen with Adisty.

Vinsen sat beside Adisty, tilted to face the girl, making the woman turn her head in wonder. Adisty has said, if both Vinsen and Adisty are good at playing roles.

Adisty was quite understanding for the current situation. The reason, why Vinsen chose to sit down instead of leaving immediately as usual.

"I'll go." said Vinsen.

"Hmm, uh,"

The two fell silent confused, awkward and for what reason. Vinsen approached, grabbing the woman's waist made Adisty blink innocently.

A few seconds later, Adisty felt a chewy object land on his forehead. Vinsen did? He's never been this sweet before. Although he knew the reason was because there was Zyla in their house.

Zyla with Dian only looked at each other with a smile. It is nice to see the harmony of their children's household even though maybe the two have not loved each other.

The happiest Zyla, it turns out that her assessment of the son-in-law was wrong. While Dian was relieved, it seemed that Vinsen was already able to accept Adisty.

"They still see us?" adisty asked as Vinsen never let go of his hand from Adisty's waist.

Vinsen nodded, Adisty turned to look at the situation, Vinsen quickly held the woman's chin. "Don't look."

Adisty frowned, but her eyes blinked softly as Vinsen landed a kiss on her lips. Long enough and restrain Adisty breathing rate.

Adisty was still sculpting even after Vinsen had kept his face away from her. "I'm leaving." he just passed by. Adisty just nodded faintly without him being conscious.

Exhaling, Adisty slowly turned her head towards the dining table. This time his eyes were rounded when there was neither Dian nor Zyla at the dining table. I don't know since when.

He snorted, looking towards the exit, his lips clucked softly cursing Vinsen "Freak!"

TB

In any case, Vinsen mah emang pantes blasphemed, reviled maki😂😂