My husband's Intel
Ch 7 - Starts to Doubt
POV Aksa written by Densa
Sure enough, the issue of phone numbers became a new topic of discussion via WA. Queendira kept urging me to tell you where to get her number.
“I block if you don't want to answer!” Queendira launched his ultimate style. Block as fast as the halilitar. But don't call me Aksa if you can't fend off this move.
“I can find your other number, I can also find your home address!”
Just like before, my message was only read without reply. Finally I have to find another topic for this conversation to be longer at least until one night.
Why did it have to get so late? Because a woman's brainwaves will turn into betha waves toward alpha in the middle of the night. Simply put, women will be in the weak phase at that time. When he is weak, then all ‘attack’ can enter by a landslide.
I studied the data of Queendira or Anindira Calista. There is nothing interesting about this girl's biodata so it is difficult to find a chat theme from her data. It seemed like the theme this time was better towards his personality.
“Why are you not confident? Why not happy?” Of course the question this time is not the origin of ceplos. The conclusion is not confident seen from his smile that is only interested a little and never want to appear in front of the photo with friends. If the problem is not happy I just made it up. A little speculation can be a flavoring.
“Do not know. I'm so happy with my life.” My speculation missed it. Dira replied with a thorny.
A notification came in. Notification from the trading watch application if the current price position of a currency pair approaches my watch area. Looks like I was forced to end the conversation with Dira and focus on trading on the currency exchange.
“Before blocking, read my novel first. You'll know my job.”
I put the phone on the table and started to focus on staring at the green and red bars on the screen. Then I remembered something. I sent a further message to Dira.
“Goodnight angel”.
***
I finally stayed up late tonight, even though I no longer had a message with Dira. Trading makes adrenaline rush. The coffee had gone one glass, and the ashtrays were full of cigarette butts. Tonight I made 475 dollars. Great for extra snacks.
I turned to the phone lying on the table, checking who knew there was a reply from Dira. But what I found was not a reply sentence, but the profile picture was empty. My number's been blocked.
Sick but not bleeding. But, don't call me Aksa, if you can't get it!
***
The eyes are still bright even though it is almost 6 am. The activities in the production house are already heard. The typical voice of mothers who have started to arrive. Instead of lying on the bed, then I better go out and say hello to them.
“Good morning, Etek!” I used to call all working mothers with the greeting Etek, or in Indonesian means aunt.
“Alba jago boss kito. Bilo home?”
(Our boss woke up. When home?)
“Sanjo Patang,”
(Monday afternoon)
I talked to them for a long time. Ask the news one by one, the news of his family and of course the news of their daughter. Haha.
I remember Dira, it seems like this morning she should be given a little extra surprise.
“Anindira Calista, 27 years old, single, unemployed. Why did you block my number?” I sent this message to the second number on her bio.
No reply in a few minutes. Come on, I better get ready for the office.
“Awak masuak lu, Tek.”
(I'm in first, Bi)
After the shower, I checked my phone again. My message has been read by Dira. And, as before. There's no reply.
“Afrom, my novel has been read?”
I just put the phone in my pocket, and the flat thing shook.
“How did you get my second number?”
“Not only your number, I can reveal your address details and others.”
Turns out the bait this time was able to lure Dira more enthusiastically. I started to get busy replying to the incoming messages.
From morning to evening our communication continued. I replied to his message in between time checking the company's progress report. There was no romantic conversation. The first day was more of a debate.
I still insist on the previous opinion. He is not confident and unhappy. Dira tried to explain that my opinion was wrong. He was happy with his life, although he finally admitted that it was true that he was not confident.
Now I'm starting to have extra activities. Every day she sends a message to Dira to make this woman feel that my presence is a new normal in her life. He should get used to it immediately.
Several times I contacted readers who gave a challenge to approach Dira to inform them that the progress of the approach had begun to appear.
“Udah ready to lose, Mbak?” I sent Dira some messages to her. I deliberately chose the phrase Dira who impressed him had opened his heart even though the original discussion was far from love affairs. Sneaky little does not matter, in war and betting. Everything Fair. Haha.
“I hope to lose, Bang. Let can bobo together,” reply Mbak challenger.
The horn on my head reappeared.
***
I've been back to Padang for a week. Living life as a normal human being without strange missions and dangers. Online conversations with Dira continue every day.
Three days in the first week of the conversation is still around happy and not debate. Days four to six began to discuss the stories he wrote.
A big development happened on Saturday. From morning to morning the conversation never broke. After midnight, Dira opened up and told me about her family.
She turned out to be a simple girl from a simple family as well. Her father is gone, while her mother is not working. He has a married sister. His status is still single is often the talk of people around him.
Dira turns out to have a pretty appalling past. Died married by a man whom he believed would be his last port, making him insecure to date.
Her heart was hard open to accept the man in her life. That's the reason why at 27, Dira is still alone.
Reflecting on my nature that still likes to play around and no seriousness to any woman, made me doubt.
The curiosity I initially felt turned to pity. I began to hesitate to continue with this bet. Is it the right decision to continue? What if I incised a deepening wound in his heart?
***
FYI
Account***: Densa AP/Densa1507
IG Account: Densa015
FB Account: Densa
Please stop by my *** account to read my finished 🙏 story
