MY HUSBAND'S CEO IS ARROGANT

Kimmy's on a pilgrimage to Anderson's grave

Arka and Isabella, they're both having meetings, with important people. Of course they are discussing the problem of a very bad office, they held a meeting to discuss whether the compensation money of other office officials who cooperate in office infrastructure, he said, also some things that need to be resolved.

Arka and Isabella also do not know when they will return to Indonesia, maybe their plan will settle the affairs in Singapore first.

KIMMY POV

I just finished my work in this house, it feels like my stomach hurts a lot, probably from hunger. As soon as I walked towards the dining table, I saw a lot of food that I had cooked this morning.

Regarding Arka I really miss her a lot, I think a lot about the man who is my husband. From yesterday until now they have not given me any news, the message I sent to them is also still unread.

How are the two of them, I don't know who else to ask, because I don't know my husband's coworkers at all.

MY HUSBAND,, have I gone completely crazy, I consider him a husband. But he doesn't consider me a wife at all, a fool, or an evil Arka.

Huuuu,, I was wasting my breath rudely, why did I think back about it, I had promised to ask her for a divorce when she got home.

Trying to get him to talk only two, the two of us had never even once chatted something to talk about. But I have to gather my intentions from now on, get her to talk first.

If I wait for Arka to talk to me, I don't know how many years I've waited. You know Arka doesn't like me very much, she hates me, it's impossible Arka will invite me to chat together, sad.

I was confused as to what to do tonight, usually eliminating my saturation as possible

I could call Justin. But I feel bad, this afternoon we both made a phone call 2 hours.

Until I felt very hot, fortunately the phone I used was not a potato phone, otherwise it could have exploded in my ear. I remember this phone Isabella gave me.

Almost a month I live at home, he has bought me a mobile phone that is very expensive in my opinion, equivalent to my savings. iPhone 13 pro max, this gadget does not seem suitable for me to use, I think, since I'm just a waiter, besides looking luxurious and classy, this is also too expensive.

For some reason I suddenly remembered the graves of my parents, as well as my in-laws. I haven't been to their graves in a long time, let alone to the graves of my parents. How many years have I made a living in the capital but until now I have not taken the time to make a pilgrimage to their graves.

Maybe my parents thought I forgot them, but I really didn't forget them at all, and I always missed them. Maybe after my divorce with Arka later, I will return to my house to make a pilgrimage to their tomb.

Tomorrow I tell him all about my life, how I lived with his son. It is not expected of everyone, especially a wife. I was also thinking about how my life after divorce with Arka, must be very difficult to find a job again, because I am just a high school graduate, you must already know what life in the capital is like.

I can't expect much with my savings, maybe just enough to rent a house, also to buy food for a few months. There's no way I'm not looking for a job, I could starve to death.

I walked into the room, wanting to rest immediately, my mind was not in pain at the moment. Now it's still 8:20 I ignored that time, maybe at that time people were walking around the capital, or just sitting at home. But not with me, I want to rest immediately, it feels very tired, not tired because of homework, but because my mind these few days always makes my head hurt.

Now I'm ready for the shar'i, the long black robe combined with the black pasmina hijab, as well as the white shoes.

I use this color, because generally in Indonesia there are some areas using black clothes while on a pilgrimage to the cemetery. As I intended last night, I'll go to my in-laws' funeral. Now I was in the car, delivered directly by the driver.

Before stepping out of the house, Mr. Toni was confused to see my different appearance, he asked me, yes I replied that there were needs outside, I had permission from him too.

I was sitting behind the wheel, the driver glanced at me briefly from his rearview mirror.

"Aren't the nengs at the funeral?" asked the driver who is often called Mr. De, I only answered briefly.

"YES" I smiled, and the driver nodded.

A few minutes from the house to the cemetery, we finally arrived in front of the cemetery gate. This cemetery is very European nuance, from outside the gate we only see a towering wall, once entered we can see clearly how many funerals there are very neatly arranged, so neatly arranged, in this cemetery there is a mixture of non-Muslims, some are Muslim.

The driver was outside the gate, this cemetery is indeed common, but I think it is not as common as the funerals in the villages in general. We have also seen a very clear difference, maybe this cemetery is only dedicated to rich people, this in my opinion.

I kept walking through some of the graves of the people here, I memorized very clearly where the tomb of my in-laws, located some distance away from the entrance gate, was under a shady tree, which was, it was very cool, because of the size of the tree.

I didn't come here empty-handed, I brought a bunch of Chrysanthemums that I thought were very pretty, not very fragrant, but I loved the smell of these flowers, I'd put them on my in-laws' grave.

Oh yeah, I bought this flower with my savings, I pulled some money

stored in my savings just for the purpose of buying a bunch of flowers. I feel no loss at all, instead I am happy, can bring them something, let alone this Chrysanthemum flower is white, this is one of my favorite colors Arka beloved son-in-law, because in every photo, because in every photo, I saw him wearing white.