My Chosen Man's
Of jealousy?
...M.Y.C.H.O.S.E.N.A.N...
***
The morning was just around the corner, but a wife had woken up to prepare her husband's favorite meal.
"Mas, you want to go to the office. Eat first I have prepared your favorite sandwich." said Citra while carrying a plate of sandwiches towards Bima. But the man kept walking towards the door.
"Mas, eat a little."
"I don't want to." said Bima tightly.
"Mas, please take a little." The image takes a piece of sandwich and directs it to Bima's mouth.
"I said I didn't want to" Bima said as she brushed aside Citra's hand making sandwiches and plates falling to the floor.
Instead of feeling guilty, Bima actually left Citra.
"Why hasn't your attitude changed? even lately you don't want to eat my cooking." said Citra while picking up fragments of dishes on the floor.
"Awww." screeched when the shards injured his hand.
"Geez, ma'am, here let auntie clean up" said one of the maids.
The day was getting late, Some times some of the servants in the house asked Citra to sleep in the room, but not a little he ignored. He wanted to wait for Bima to come home that was the reason.
Finally he fell asleep in the living room hugging their wedding photos.
Chequelek
The door of the house is opened by Bima. He wanted to put his foot in his room.
But his gaze was immediately fixed on the sleeping figure encircling like a baby while hugging a photo.
"Sorry sir, Bibi told the lady to sleep in the room but the lady did not want to, she said she wanted to wait for the master and finally the mistress to fall asleep here."
Bima let out a rough breath.
"This is what Bi?" he asked after seeing the finger of the image plastered.
"Anu this morning the lady cleaned the broken plates and her fingers hurt sir."
"Yes Bi, now Auntie can go."
Bima lifted Citra's body and placed it on the mattress. Because their rooms were separate, so Bima decided to immediately leave from Citra's room.
"Mas Bima." said the delirious Image. Seen from the corner of his eyes let out water.
"Don't leave me, Mas." The image is back delirious. It was as if sweat had flooded his anxious face.
***
"Elle, is there still a meeting schedule that has not been implemented?" while drinking the orange juice he had ordered.
As usual, they had lunch together during the break.
"Nothing, for this month has been fully accomplished."
"Well then 3 more days we will go to Surabaya with other employees."
"To Surabaya, for what?" asked Elena who was astonished, because this was quite impromptu in her opinion.
"I have a villa there, the view is pretty good, there are mountains too. Maybe it could refresh their brains because it's too hard to work."
"So we're going on vacation there?" elena said enthusiastically.
"Of course."
"They must be happy." Elena returned to bribe the food that was now only half left.
Erlang just laughed looking at Elena's expression that was so happy while putting food back into her mouth.
"Mother Desi" said Elena and Erlang simultaneously.
"You are indeed fit to be together" said the woman as she slapped Elena's shoulder.
"I-I mean Miss Desi."
"When the invitation can be in Mom's hands" he said, handing over. He thought that Erlang and Elena had a relationship like lovers.
"Ah Bu Desi misunderstood. There is no such relationship. We are only limited to superiors and secretaries, ma'am." explained Elena with a clumsy smile towards the middle-aged woman and then turned to look at Erlang.
Why didn't Erlang try to explain, and why did he look at me with such a look Elena muttered.
"Ah really, forgive Mom."
Bu Desi's words made an awkward atmosphere between Elena and Erlang. I don't know why Erlang silenced Elena.
Until after returning from the office Erlang remained silent, even he did not follow Elena home as usual.
"Is there anything wrong with me to the point that Erlang just silences me" Elena said, drinking the warm milk she had made before going to bed.
***
"Excuse Mba. I want to meet Mr. Erlangga, is he in the room?" ask the beautiful, white woman wearing black clothes combined with white heels but impressed elegant.
"I'm sorry, did you make an appointment?" Elena displayed her smile as usual when meeting the guests who came.
"But I don't need an appointment if I want to meet with Mr. Erlangga" he said casually.
"But it's become a rule in this company."
"Then Mba told Mr. Erlangga that I wanted to see him."
"Alright ma'am, then excuse me first" Elena said as she headed to the CEO's room. A few minutes later, Elena walked out of the room.
"Please enter Ms. Lusiana" he said allowing the woman to bend her body.
"Thank you" said Luciana as she walked into the CEO's room.
"What is the woman's relationship with Erlang?" Elena was curious. Erlang's words were ringing in his ears.
The next time the woman named Lusiana comes, let her go to my room. Erlang said as Elena entered her room a few minutes ago.
"Tumben Bu Elena didn't have lunch with Mr Erlangga?" said the female employee who was sitting opposite the chair Elena was sitting in. He bribed the capcai that had been served on the table.
"Sir Erlangga again there are guests" said Elena with simple
"What's the guest a pretty girl?" guess the employee.
"Where do you know that?" Elena moved out of her position.
"That." point it at the male and female figures in the corner there. The figures are none other than Erlang and Luciana.
They were seen chatting and occasionally laughing between the two. Elena was not happy to see the sight she saw.
Elena pierced the food that was in front of her and directly devoured it.
"Ahh spicy." he said while taking and drinking the water.
"Why don't you tell me that what I ate was chilli" Elena said.
"So I've called my mom several times that it's chili. But Ms. Elena didn't listen to me and just ate it." the employee explained. Now he is the one who is upset.
"really?" elena said she couldn't believe it.
"Yes, what exactly is Bu Elena thinking?" ask the employee
"Ti-nobody." Elena put the vegetable back in her mouth.
What is this feeling, I do not like when Erlang laughs with the woman. The same feeling when I saw Salsa approaching Erlang first. Is it possible I...
