My Twin Wives

Daffa Putra Wijaya

Daffa POV

I opened the gold colored box that Tika had just given me.

Nuna left him when he said goodbye a week ago.

"Huh, it's worth it" I snorted in annoyance. The answer is everything.

Nuna returned the phone I gave her. I'm sorry I haven't been able to reach him this week.

I throw the box and its contents on the bed.

Mr. Roy has reported that Nuna has arrived safely at the home of both parents.

I am happy, in the end Nuna went back to her life and lived happily again with her parents.

'You already know his house and his full address, why don't you just come to his house and propose to him' somehow said Raka just kept spinning around in my head.

I had wanted to propose to him. But seeing all this, I thought that Nuna had no feelings for me. I did not want to impose my will and selfishly proposed to her without her prior consent.

I don't want Nuna to love me forcibly.

Besides, I think maybe he's still traumatized to be in a relationship with a man after what his former asshole girlfriend did.

Ting

A message came into my phone.

Sister Diandra: [Daffi has woken up from his coma, come home!"]

I breathed a sigh of relief

'Thank God' I endlessly said those words of gratitude.

It's almost midnight.

So I decided to go home tomorrow. Poor Mr. Roy if I have to take me to midnight like this. He must have rested too.

I went into my workroom, though,

Actually, this body is tired and wants to rest, but somehow the shadow of Nuna still dances in my head.

I checked some incoming emails and replied as necessary.

Because of this stupid job I lost the opportunity to chat a lot with Nuna yesterday

That innocent girl, why does she look so attractive when her appearance is really simple.

All right, now how can I start approaching him again.

I started to think hard, but my eyes also started to feel heavy.

So I decided to just close it. I'm going to meet Nuna in dreamland.

Daffa POV

*****

It has been a week since my return to this house, somehow one of these corners of the heart feels empty like something is missing.

I miss Daf.

A little regret gnawed through the recesses of my heart.

Why would I give you that phone back?

Why don't I just keep it?

Maybe I'll still be able to chat with Daf if I bring the phone.

Huh regret after regret like endless.

It was as if Daf would worry and miss me too.

Even though a handsome man Daf must have had a beautiful lover.

Maybe he helped me yesterday just because he felt sorry. Or just for humanity?

Then why do I think more? What was it I was expecting?

Ah whatever the reason, I just want to remove this strange feeling from my heart.

'May God give me a chance to meet him again, that I may return his good favor' that is the prayer I shall offer.

Tok tok tok tok

"Na, there's a letter for you" mother's voice rang out from outside the room.

A letter?

I immediately jumped down from my bed. When I opened the door, I saw my mother standing at the door of my room holding a mail envelope

"What letter is ma'am?" Ask me to wonder

"So, I'm not open yet. Interview calls like that" mom tried to guess.

I immediately took the letter from my mother's hand and hurried to open it.

I read it carefully.

Right said mom, here's a call for an interview.

A few days ago I did put in a job application to some company, but I didn't know that soon I would be called up for a test interview.

"What Na is?" Ask mom still curious

"A letter of call for the interview" I thrust the letter into the mother's hand so that she could read it herself.

"Thank God, I'm happy. Hopefully given the smoothness and you are accepted to work at the restaurant, yes Na," said the expectant mother

"Aamiin" I answered briefly to assure you of all your prayers and hopes.