Not a Savings Woman

Whirring direction

This morning was different than before. Haris smiles more at some of the employees who say hello. Show off her white and flat teeth. The look on his face showed excessive happiness. In fact, every step gives its own color in life.

''Good morning, sir, greet the employees on the tenth floor. He deliberately welcomed the arrival of the boss in front of the elevator after getting word from some colleagues that this morning Haris was a cheap smile.

''Morning,'' Haris replied still accompanied by a smile. Occasionally allow his tie a little tightness.

He immediately walked into the room leaving a very impressive trail for almost everyone who met him this morning.

''Maybe last night he just got a surprise from his wife.'' The employee started working with his other friend.

''Surprize what? I heard that Mr. Haris filed for divorce, '' replied the others.

''That means soon Mr Haris duda dong?''

They laugh tickling. Not imagining how if his handsome boss was a widower, it would definitely be the attention of everyone. Especially those who are single.

A few minutes later, Haris's phone rang. He immediately picked up and saw a name that flashed on the screen.

''I guess Ainaya, it turned out to be mama, '' he said lazily, but still shifted the green badge of the receiving sign.

''Hello, Ma. What's up?'' ask Haris while opening the map in front of him.

There was a distinctive crying sound welcoming, also the voice of a woman who seemed to silence him.

''Pillar crying again, Ma?'' ask Haris screech.

''Yes, maybe he wants to come with you, '' said Ida worried.

Haris smiled mischievously. Maybe this is one way for Ainaya to come to his office. Isn't that the waiting time. You can spend a whole day with your wife and children. Yes, even in the office at least can be with them.

''Poor him, have the driver drive Ainaya here.'' Haris pretends to give his opinion and hopes to be approved by his wife.

The phone in Ida's hand was given to Ainaya until now the woman who spoke with Haris himself.

''I'm ashamed, Mom. How about Bilal go there with mom alone?'' it was Ainaya's suggestion that made Haris cluck and discouraged.

Not the entertainment that is obtained, it will only add to the problem.

''Don't dong, pity mama is too old. Later if he gout how, I also get difficult, ''' reject Haris origin.

''Alright, I'll go there with Bilal.''

Haris turned off the phone. Ainaya's last words became a cover that made his whole body cool. He immediately checked the report carefully. Want when Ainaya arrives later his work is done so that he has plenty of time for the two of them.

Call some cleaning service to come to his room. Have them clean Haris's private room which is rarely occupied. He also ordered food to be prepared when the wife came.

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This is the second time I've set foot here, but under different circumstances.

Ainaya got out of the car. He entered and approached the receptionist. While the driver drove, following from behind while carrying a bag in his hand.

''Just a moment, Mom.'' The officer glanced at the baby in Ainaya's sling. Although his face was no stranger, he could not give permission to the woman in front of him.

''It turns out she's a babysitter for her son Mr. Haris.''

Ainaya smiled hearing that. Prohibit the driver from opening his voice. Afraid that his confession was wrong and not accepted by Haris. Especially for now, his status is still floating. Don't want to make the atmosphere runyam.

Coinciding as Ainaya turned around, a very familiar woman walked in from the main door. The beautiful woman with a graceful and elegant appearance walked straight towards him.

Sister Jihan.

Ainaya took one step back. Bilal's tight grip began to whine. The driver stood in front of his employer, protecting him.

''It turns out that Haris has prepared an escort for his mistress, '' Jihan said without further ado.

Staring at Ainaya with a sharp gaze then turned to look at the tiny face of Bilal who seemed uncomfortable.

Ainaya shifted her body and came back face to face with Jihan.

''What do you mean, Ma'am?'' ask her straightforwardly. There was not the least bit of fear let alone taking refuge behind others like the woman said.

Jihan waved her hand at the passing people until they gathered nearby.

''Do you know who he is?'' Pointing Ainaya's face with his index finger.

''Isn't she Bilal's nanny, Mom?'' Some of them answered kindly, thinking she was still the legal wife of her boss, while Bilal was her son.

''You are so wrong. She was not Bilal's nanny, but her birth mother Bilal, my husband's mistress," Jihan explained clearly.

The event was immediately in the public spotlight. They take many pictures of both, but do not dare to publish because they are still in the office environment, and who dares to do that will be subject to severe sanctions. That's rule.

All the employees whispered to each other. Ainaya handed Bilal to one of the women standing behind him. He can accept if called a nanny Bilal, but will not accept if referred to as a mistress. That's not a very low and shameful thing.

''Have enough of an explanation for the venerable Jihan's mother?'' ainaya said without fear.

Jihan furrowed her brows. It was unexpected that Ainaya dared to fight him in front of so many people.

''Now open your ears and listen carefully. I am not a mistress of Haris, but I am his second wife. We were married religiously and witnessed by Mr. Andik.'' Lifting her ring finger and showing her newly pinned wedding ring last night.

''And you need to know what caused Mas Haris to marry again, '' he added. Staring at them alternately with eyes that had already condensed.

''It was because his wife deliberately did not want to get pregnant. He was permanently unable to have children from Mas Haris. What mas Haris wrong if you want to have children from other women, while in marriage a wife is obliged to give happiness to the husband.''

They shook their heads slowly, saluting the tough-looking Ainaya. Despite only being a second wife, she dared to admit it in front of many people.

The wheel rotates quickly. Aiya who switched control of the debate, while Jihan was embarrassed after her disgrace was revealed in front of Haris' men. He felt cornered as the tweet began to sound loud in his ear.

''What is this?'' A heavy sound from the back blew away the crowd that was happening. They scattered and returned to their respective places. Ainaya took Bilal back.

''Just ask your wife what she is doing here, '' said Ainaya ketus.

Turn your eyes the other way. However, the man was also guilty and became the root of the problems that arise.