Noctah Black Marriage

Who's In The Room

My eyes still crossed seeing the name ‘Alam’ dancing on Hans' phone screen. Who exactly calls nights like this?

“Lho, Ayang, why not just accept?”

Hans' voice surprised me. I don't know when he woke up.

“I-ini!” I offered his phone.

“You're the one who picked up. I'm so sleepy.” He said while yawning. Then pull the blanket back.

“Mas ...”

“Heuh,” say with closed eyes.

I swipe the green phone image up. Contacts that call are directly connected.

“Halo, Mr. Hans. Sorry, I'm interrupting night-night.” The voice of the man speaking. “Besok flowers want to be delivered at what time?” tanyakanya.

Tut .. I disconnected the connection.

A flower? Did Hans order flowers? My heart is getting riled up. Where tomorrow I have another important meeting with a client. This should not be allowed, however. Should continue to be investigated.

**

“Morning, Ayang,” greet the husband while showering me with a kiss.

I squirmed and slowly opened my eyes. Every morning, this is how he wakes his wife up. Does his sense of smell work well when sniffing the scent of a newly awakened person? I don't know!

“Hoam ... What time is it?”

“Jam seven. Oya, what phone night?”

“What's seven hours?” My eyebrows almost fused together. I didn't mind the question.

I took a shower and got ready to go to work. The important meeting will start at eight in the morning.

“Ayang, breakfast first,” persuade Hans with a spoon of fried rice ready to slide into my mouth.

“No, Mas. I told you, I don't want a heavy breakfast. My body is getting stretched, nih!”

“Yeah, even though I have made it with love.”

Hans looked disappointed. Kulik a plate of fried rice with heart-shaped eggplant. Although in this house there is a maid, but for matters of eating, she always prepared it for me.

As usual I could not bear to see the look on his face that shriveled. “Yes, it's been five scoops,” I said in the end.

Hans always derailed my diet program. Weight is far from ideal. Even fat has begun to appear to accumulate in the stomach. How not, Hans who is smart to cook, makes me keep eating.

“Ayang, you are ‘kan work every day. So, it should always be healthy. Must eat a lot.” Hans said while bribing me. I was busy with my phone in my hand.

My husband always said, want anything, he won't bother her. Instead he claimed to be happy with my stretching body changes. Added sexy, compliments.

After the breakfast routine was over, I headed to the garage where my favorite car was.

“Mas, I'm leaving first. Money for snacks I've transferred.”

“I'm so embarrassed. Until when will it continue to depend on you?” He looked down lethargic.

“It's okay, Mas. As long as I can, why not?”

“Iya, Mas. Assalamualaikum,” my greetings end the chat.

Every month I transfer fifteen million to his account. With details of six million for her needs, four million for her college sister, and five million for her mother. Because Hans' father who became the backbone had long since died. So what's wrong as a daughter-in-law I'm devoted. After all, that amount of money is not difficult to get.

**

“Most Salma,” greet one of the employees.

“Morning also.”

Arriving at the office I went to the meeting room because the clock had shown at eight or less five minutes.

Tuk, tuk, tuk, high heelku against the ceramic floor. I accelerated the half-run step.

“Hai, tumben coming mepet?” reprimand Li Chen, the narrow-eyed man.

“Iya, Boss,” I replied a little breathless.

“You running? This drink first?” He thrust out a bottle of mineral water whose seal had already been opened in plain sight.

I immediately gulped it down. Glek, glek, glek, until the remaining half. Fortunately there was no one in the room. The rest of the time before the client came, Li and I used to discuss the project that was about to be worked on.

Our company is a famous real estate company in this small town. You could say I was Li's confidant. Therefore, even though he is the Boss and I am subordinate, we are very familiar. If there are no other co-workers, casual language is always an option.

“Excuse me, Sir, Bu.” Siska, Li's secretary came into the room.

“Iya, Sis.”

“Client has arrived in the lobby and has been directed to the meeting room,” reported.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.”

We also prepared to welcome him. I tidy up my clothes and hair again. Li also helped by fixing my slightly tangled midribs.

Thank God, the meeting went well and the client was satisfied with our explanation. Today's busyness was quite time-consuming until I forgot about last night's phone. I have to investigate the flowers intended. Did Hans order flowers? Wh-wh-what for? For Whom?

**

Arriving at home was ten in the evening. Because there was an impromptu overtime. If it is not cleaned, it is a pity. The work will give me a bonus of tens of millions of rupiah.

I put a tired body on the couch. Very quiet house. Is Hans asleep? Today he did not contact me at all. Was he so busy that he forgot his wife? Don't-don't .. has something to do with the flowers he ordered.

Nah! I'd better not think long before being tired like this. I walked straight to the room.

Kuputar. “Lho, really, locked?” Kugedor-gedor door. “Mas, open!” Grusuk grasak sounded from inside the room.

“I-iya, briefly!”

“Ngapain, anyway? Why does everything have to be locked? Quickly open, Mas!” tell me I can't wait. Hans has never been like this before.

“Bent, The!”

“Pocket! I'm tired!” nadaku.

What is my husband doing inside? I even heard a voice whispering.

***