Not a Savings Woman

Haris's refusal

''This is Haris' office. Do you want to go in alone or do I accompany you?'' Adam took off the seatbelt. It showed Ainaya a luxurious building that stood firmly in front of him. 

Nothing impressed Ainaya. What is proud of the figure of Haris, despite having a lot of treasure, he is still a cruel and stone-hearted man. I don't admire anything about that guy. 

It's a personal matter, and I have to speak for myself. 

''No need, Mas. I'm going in by myself. Maybe it'll be better.'' Ainaya instantly descended after getting a nod from the man. Tidy up your hair before continuing. 

Walk towards the receptionist on duty. Greeting by clenching both hands on the chest like he did to others when he met. 

''Good morning, Ma'am. Can I help you?'' said the beautiful woman on duty.

Ainaya smiled, his face suddenly nervous as some people looked at his appearance that might look unfamiliar in their eyes. Simple and innocent. 

''I would like to meet Mr. Haris. Has he come?'' ask Ainaya doubtfully. 

The two women standing in front of Ainaya looked at each other then nodded silently. It may sound strange, ordinary women want to find a big boss who is definitely not as level. 

''I want to meet with him, '' Ainaya continued saying his goal. 

''Sorry, Ma'am. But we can't accept people carelessly. Any guest who wishes to meet with Mr. Haris must fill out the full data, and we will also seek his consent.'' 

''Oh my goodness, why is it so complicated, I want to meet the president, ''' annoyed Ainaya. 

Ainaya stared at the form that was in front of him. She had to fill the attachment rather than return before meeting her husband.

''This, Mbak.'' Ainaya gave the form back after it was all filled out. Except work. Because right now it is unemployment. 

''Thank you, please wait a moment.''

Ainaya sat in one of the rooms while waiting for Haris' approval. His eyes continued to comb every employee who passed by carrying out their respective activities. 

The shadow when he worked as an employee also passed, but now it would only be a dream because soon he would go to the village, which certainly no office or large company like in the city. 

Andik went into Haris' room. Look at the boss who seems busy with a laptop in front of him. 

''Sorry, Mister. There's Miss Ainaya downstairs.'' Andik showed me a message from the receptionist. 

Haris shut down his laptop. Staring at the form photo on the assistant's mobile screen. His brain began to guess the purpose of the wife coming to his office. 

She's gonna ask for another divorce. Too bad I won't grant it. 

"Have him come straight here!" her word.

"Good, Sir."

Haris turned to sitting on the sofa and preparing to welcome the woman who had given him a baby boy. Do not forget to tell people to prepare a banquet in his room. 

Andik approached Ainaya who had just come out of the elevator and drove him to the boss's room.  

"Please enter! Miss is waiting." Andik opens the door. After Ainaya entered he called security to be in front of the room. 

"Please sit down, Nay!" Haris patted the empty sofa that was beside her. 

Ainaya was unmoved, a little tense while in front of Haris. The man, on the contrary, smiled happily. 

"I'm not here long, sir. Just asking for certainty. Divorced me. I promise I won't bother your family and bring up our past. Let's just say after this we don't know each other like we used to. Mister and ma'am Jihan will live happily, so will I" Ainaya explained at length. 

Haris lowered his head, maybe what Ainaya said was right. He will live happily after divorcing the woman. There are no problems from third parties, and the marriage is safe. However, somehow it was a tough decision for him. 

Silent 

Haris's brain and heart are at war and trying to go in one direction, but that only frustrates him.

"Father just has to say that talaq," Ainaya emphasized again. 

"I can't, Nay." The man wearing a navy suit lightly refused Ainaya's easy request. 

"Why?" Ainaya looked at Haris with a sharp look. We're not getting married by agreement, and I've been running by agreement, and then when do you punish me?" yelled Ainaya with trembling lips.  

I'm not punishing you, Nay. I'm just looking for a way to uncover everything.

Haris immediately got up and approached Ainaya, trying to grab the slender body, but immediately dodged. 

"Don't touch me! Now divorce me!" pinta Ainaya in a soft voice. He was too tired to ask the man. 

"Give me some time. I'll explain everything. Now calm your heart first." Stretched out her hand in front of Ainaya, but again the woman brusquely brushed it off. 

"Somehow, you never care about other people's hearts. Superfluity. Cep __"

The door opened stopping Ainaya's speech. The woman turned her gaze the other way to wipe her cheek-drenched tears.  

"Lad..." Haris greeted Indrawan who came.  

The middle-aged man looked at Haris and Ainaya alternately. "What's this about?Is my arrival disturbing?"

Ainaya approached Mr. Indrawan and shook hands. 

"Sorry, Om. There's nothing. Looks like I should go, excuse me."

Ainaya bowed kindly. Glanced at Haris at a glance and then came out. Stop in front of the elevator door. 

"Okay, maybe we can go to war with this. Who wins and who loses."

Ainaya pressed the elevator button and entered. He was sure he would still leave even though he was still Haris' wife. 

Disappointed, but Ainaya could not open his voice because he did not want to destroy the life of Haris, who had helped both his parents and uncles and aunts. 

"Here Ainaya came, Ris?" ask Mr. Indrawan to investigate. 

Haris was suddenly nervous and sweating coldly, from the deepest recesses of his heart he was eager to be honest about the status of the woman who had just been in his room, but she is not ready to lose Jihan and her marriage, which has been under construction for nearly six years. Find the right time to tell everything. 

"There's nothing. She's just asking for payment for being Bilal's milk mother." Haris returned to his work chair. 

At least he can answer with a pretty good answer. 

"You're more, Ris. It seems like he is an incapable person," asked Mr. Indrawan pitya.  

Haris simply nodded then transferred the money to Ainaya's account number. Deliberately sending with a very large nominal. 

Maybe with this you can see my change, Nay. I don't want to let you go, wait for me to explain to my family.