My husband's Intel

Ch 9 - Getting Closer

POV Aksa written by Densa

The day changed weeks. Now it has been almost three months that I have returned to the city of Padang and lived a life as a civilian. Daily activities only to the office, sometimes to the mine or even chat with the etchings who work in the production house. No gun or gun accompanied the trip while in Padang. Life as a normal person is actually very enjoyable. No need to worry about an enemy suddenly coming to ambush.

In addition to these activities, there is certainly one additional activity. Online conversation with Dira. Somehow the girl was able to make me feel at home staring at the phone screen for long.

Communicating with Dira requires more effort than other girls. I had to find a topic that really caught his attention. The first thing I did was read his writing.

Writing reflects personality. Reading her writing has given me some advantages. One of them is a topic of discussion.

Actually the genre that Dira wrote was quite amused me. My dangerous job and most of the novels I write are action, and now I have to read the romantic genre. What does the world say?! Had my co-workers and men known my behavior like this, I would have no face. They'll laugh at me!!

But, isn't 'all is fair in love and war'?

Well, even though what I'm doing right now isn't love, it's the same thing, right? The important thing is the hunt falls in the grasp.

A novel opens up his world. Like opening a pandora's box. Dira becomes a more open person. He was willing to tell me everything about his life.

Intense communication and the closer our relationship, making calls changed, from me and you changed to me and you and now Dira more often use the word “samean” as a pronoun person both. That's like his respect for me.

The longer I communicate with Dira, the more information I get. As an introverted girl, she severely restricts communication with the opposite sex. Previous love experiences are used as a reference.

Based on his confession, I was the first man to communicate with him intensely in the past few years. Of course, it is a virtual communication.

There is a sense of pride in hearing that. But still, there was a heavy feeling that followed. I'm getting scared of hurting him.

***

I just got to the office this morning. The staff just put a cup of coffee on my desk and a map of sales progress reports. But what I prefer is to send a good morning message to Dira.

“Pagi. Wake up, Nduk?”

“Udah from earlier.”

Now there is no more time lag reply from Dira. Ten seconds after the message is sent, the reply will come immediately. Dira also admitted that the phone is never far away, if not in reply or not read does not mean he did not have time. But I don't want to read it.

There's something we talk about every day, as if it's endless. From serious discussions to weird things into chatter.

There was an incident that made my view of him change.

Several times Dira said, want to immediately buy a new laptop. His old laptop often error so that it interferes with his writing activities.

He had already set aside his writing salary for three months in a row. From the beginning he expressed a wish, I have offered help. Let's just say he used my money first, then later on. Even if it's just my wits. There's no way I'm gonna take that money back.

Instead of being happy and grateful, Dira was angry. He said that accepting something that did not come from his own hard work greatly lowered his self-esteem. Things he couldn't accept. The incident made me learn that Dira is not the type of woman who can be conquered with money. I can't show off the material if I want him to stay near me.

***

That afternoon we were making a video call. I saw his face very cheerful. Today his writing salary has been liquid. As planned, he will buy a laptop. He asked my advice to look for a good laptop spec in the price range of 5 - 8 million.

"Close the vcall first. Until vcall shop again. Be careful with the bike."

"Ready." Dira put on a helmet. A bright smile adorned his face, making me feel at home for a long time staring at him.

"Mask-wearing. Don't forget" I ordered.

"Yes, yes." Tell him to wear a mask, in addition to preventing the transmission of covid can also cover the beautiful face of Dira from the wild gaze of land crocodiles out there.

"Maybe ten minutes. As soon as I arrive, I'll vcall samean."

"OKAY. L waited. Careful, honey," I said lightly. The full word sedu has been too smoothly I say. The words just slid through, without any tendency in them.

"Hem." This time there is no more repulsion like before. Every time he called her 'honey', Dira's face would instantly blush just like that. Makes me want to kiss her, hahaha. Which man can resist it, right?

Ten minutes to see the curve move. Monitor positions when to buy or sell. Seeing the up and down curves is enough to spur adrenaline. Trading becomes one way to get rid of boredom in spare time like this.

Not seeing a good position to enter, I closed the account and looked at the time. Apparently, half an hour of time had passed. Dira should have called earlier. But why hasn't he called yet?

I decided to contact Dira, to be sure, but there was no answer.

Incoming call, but not picked up. Chances are there are two. Dira doesn't know there's a call or Dira can't pick up this call. Various bad thoughts began to arrive filling my head, but before that assumption turned into anxiety, the call would continue to be made until it was lifted. I have to repeat it a thousand times.

I tried calling him again. But still no answer. In experiments that have been to no matter how many times, the call was answered.

"Hello?" There was a little boy's voice at the end of there. I stared at the contact, to make sure I didn't hit the wrong number. It's Dira's number I'm calling, but why would anyone pick up a kid?

"Who is this? Give HP to the ones who have!"

"Ah, this is Nafiz ...." Impatiently, I immediately turned off the phone and replaced it with a video call. Three times the call was answered.

The face of a boy about 6-7 years old filled the screen. There was the sound of motorbikes and other vehicles. Judging from his background, he was on a motorcycle that was running.

"Where is this HP owner?" I'm just impatient.

"Give me the camera, Dek." Sounded familiar voice. Dira's Voice. I'm breathing a little relieved.

"It-it ...." The little boy changed the position of the camera phone so I could see Dira's face, though not so clearly. The woman was driving. His face looks angry.

"I'm still busy. I'll call later. I'll tell you all later. It was yes. Deck, turn off the HP." The call just closed.

***

The word "later" that Dira meant was four hours later. The woman made a video call. He was already in his room.

"So?" I can't wait, I want to hear his version of the story. Dira doesn't usually do anything unscheduled. It means that there was an unexpected incident that happened.

"Ah, where am I confused?"

"Who's the kid?"

***

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