My Lovely Office Girl's

Eps 136 (Right Regret)

"Something? Why are you so angry?" He came down after making sure Bara was soundly asleep.

Balqis approached her husband who was currently sitting on the sofa in the room, holding up his work laptop with a sour face and an unrelenting mouth grumbling.

"I'm not angry. Just a little pissed off to Randy!" Raga said without taking her eyes off the slightest.

"really? I hear you keep cursing, even before Bara sleeps, until now she's gone full and wading through her sweet dreams."

The woman sat right next to her husband, then hugged Raga from behind, leaning her face on her sturdy back, trying to make Raga a little calmer.

"What happened to Randy? Don't you usually like this?"

"Now he's starting out. He suddenly does not go to work on the grounds of taking Ayumi back to his village. While miting and other work so I have to do the work, .. then what use is he? I was in vain to pay Randy a pretty high nominal!"

Raga again spilled her frustration. While Balqis only smiled, silent to let her husband vent all his frustration and grievance against his confidants.

"Yes, .. I know his wife is a top priority, nor do I prohibit him from taking a day off at work, but at least say this early, this morning I was being chased by a grim reaper, miting was about to start, and Randy was just telling me he couldn't get to work!"

Balqis just smiled hearing her husband continue to grumble.

"What less? I even gave you nearly two weeks' leave."

Balqis unraveled her arms, sat up straight and grabbed Raga's arms, then pulled her until the man switched positions, sitting opposite each other.

"You did give him time off. But do you remember? Even you're still sending him some paperwork to work with, and he's still working on it without much protest. Then you're upset just because he suddenly didn't go to work because he drove Ayumi home. We don't know what difficulties Randy faced, knowing for yourself that pregnant women are as complicated as anything!"

"Yes, but still. She should have told me earlier, ..at least after she got to Ayumi's parents' house, it wasn't noon like that!"

"This job is done?" Balqis pointed at her husband's laptop screen.

Raga shook her head.

"Need help?"

"No need. Now he's just making one contract letter for a new sponsor that Randy hasn't had time to work on."

"Well get it over with, I'm waiting here." Balqis patted her husband's shoulder.

Finally Raga smiled, nodded his head and immediately continued what he was working on to finish, and was able to rest with his wife who might also be tired from working all day to take care of David's company, her father's.

And after 30 minutes. Raga immediately shut down her laptop storing it on a small table next to the sofa.

"Geez!" The man's voice shrieked, he was a little surprised when he found Balqis who had fallen asleep. Both of his eyes were tightly closed, with his mouth slightly gaping.

As Raga approached, he touched his wife's cheek with the back of his hand, then smiled and kissed her very gently, as if to wake the woman he loved so much.

Myriad activities. Whether it's in the office or even directly down the field, working on various designs that customers want. Then she went home, and switched professions to become a housewife, preparing everything, her needs, also the needs of their son. Not to mention the boy, Sara. Not infrequently stay and so close to Balqis, because it seems like the woman is so special, to be able to captivate anyone who is nearby.

"Yes, including me. I've even been interested since I first saw you at one of the night clubs. How can a pretty girl, come in very skimpy clothes, but do nothing but smoke and order warm milk." Raga chuckled as she recalled the moment.

Raga stood up, bent down, and then lifted Balqis to move her to a large bed where Bara slept.

Slowly he laid down Balqis' body. Immediately pull the blanket to protect his wife's body from the cold centered in the already lit air conditioner.

Raga kissed Balqis' forehead.

"Thank you for holding on. Facing this grumpy man, .. and also accepting to love Sara without seeing who she is, even the affection you give, the portion is the same as what you gave to Bara, your first son." He whispered.

Balqis' body moved, then turned back, with one hand closing the blanket on her body.

Raga moved back, carrying a pack of cigarettes and matches that he stored in the drawer, then walked towards the corner, revealing the curtains, and then, and opened the glass door to go out and enjoy a cigarette on the balcony of his room.

Downstream the wind blew fiercely, sweeping Raga's face until her hair moved indeterminate direction. The atmosphere of the dumplings was so fast, a stretch of deep blue sky, with stars scattered on each side.

He sat on a wooden chair. Unpack a pack of cigarettes, remove one, and store it in the cleft lip. Raga lit a match, sucked it strong, the deceased breathed the smoke just like that.

For some reason, he suddenly missed his parents. He really felt alone, but fortunately he had Balqis. A figure that can be used as a friend to complain, and become an encouragement when Raga is in the lowest phase.

"It turns out that family plays an important role for the personality of a child. And it happened to your wife Raga, she has a soft heart, and it can't be separated from the role of her parents." He speaks for himself.

"You're smoking again!" The sound made Raga look.

The man was surprised not to play, especially when he found Balqis who was standing in the doorway, with a distinctive puffy face waking up.

"You awake again?" Raga asked back.

"Ah I've suspected that you're still smoking."

Raga silence.

"You're pretending to be asleep?"

"Where there's pretending to be asleep. I woke up to know, keep smelling cigarettes, uh the balcony door is open, where the wind is tight again!"

Balqis looked at her husband's face fixedly, while Raga smiled faintly, and again enjoyed a stick of nicotine-containing objects.

"Hurry up and throw it away, we're asleep at night. You have to rest, you've been angry all day, aren't you tired?"

After saying that Balqis again sauntered inwards, climbed up onto the bed, lying on her side hugging her unperturbed son altogether.

Clamps!

The door was shut, with the sound of footsteps approaching, the bed twitching, and one hand slipping through the waist gap between his wife's hands and waist.

"Good sleep Mommy." Raga kissed the top of his wife's head.

Balqis turned around, hugged Raga and buried her face in her chest there.

"Good sleep too Papi."

"Aren't you going to give me a lullaby kiss?"

Balqis' head looked up, then kissed her husband's lips several times.

"Good sleep, Papi!"