Not a Savings Woman

Threats

For the first time Ainaya was busy with his morning activities as the wife and mother of Bilal. If the baby continues to cry and ask for milk, Haris asks to prepare his office clothes. Bothering right? However, that was his dream after marrying the husband, and now it has been realized. 

''Where's the brown tie, honey?'' haris shouted from the direction of the drawer. His hands continued to tear apart some ties that were already neatly arranged. 

Ainaya grunting. It seems that Haris had indeed deliberately upset her to a high degree. How not, just a few seconds sitting and giving ASI to Bilal, but it has been called again.

''It's right there, Mas. Just look for me.''' see.'' Ainaya turned towards Haris who looked confused. 

''From yesterday it seems like you were busy with a tie, why the hell?'' ask Ainaya curiously. 

Haris smiled as he picked up the brown tie he was looking for and met. Immediately put it on her own because Ainaya was busy breastfeeding Bilal. 

''No reason, just love it, and I can't work if my das don't taste.'' Really, what a ridiculous reason. Just because a tie alone causes a big problem. 

''There-there's just, '' Ainaya muttered removing the pacifier from Bilal's tiny lips. Her age of almost seven months makes the baby more active. As at this moment, after nursing Bilal cried when he saw Haris standing away from him. 

''It looks like there will be drama this morning, '' said Ainaya. Put Bilal in bed. 

''What drama?'' tanya Haris looked at the image of the wife from the mirror reflection, also towards Bilal who kept watching his movements. 

''Just nebak, hopefully not.'' Ainaya grabbed the phone that was ringing. He directly shifted the green badge of the receiving sign. 

''What's up, Ajeng?'' tanya Ainaya initiated the conversation. 

''Later in the afternoon we go yuk, same Lydia too, I want to chat with you, all for an opinion," asked Ajeng expectantly. 

Ainaya stared at Haris while lowering his phone. ''Ajeng makes sure I take a walk later in the afternoon, can't I?'' ainaya's permission was soft. 

''What time?'' Haris sat on the edge of the bed. Carrying Bilal who seemed busy putting biscuits into his mouth. 

Ainaya again asked Ajeng to determine the hour they met.

''Hour three,'' Ajeng replied confidently. 

Haris keeps remembering his schedule today which is quite solid. However, he also could not ban the hopeful Ainaya. 

''May, but the departure must be the same driver, because I can not accompany,'' said Haris permit. 

They're going downstairs.  

Approaching Ida's mom and Mr. Indrawan who are in the middle room. As usual, Bilal's presence was able to change the atmosphere to be crowded and full of jokes. Especially now that the baby is getting smarter and can call mama. Very amusing. 

''I'm already leaving. Ris. You're not picking it up?'' I asked Ida to look towards the main door. 

Haris shakes. Today Andik was not allowed to pick him up for a slightly ambiguous reason, but it did not matter to Haris, because he prefers to drive alone. 

''I'll pick Ainaya up, Ma.'' Haris embraces the wife's small shoulder. 

Madam Ida raised her thumb sign in agreement. There was no reason to refuse that simple request. Moreover, Ainaya is his dream daughter-in-law from the past. 

Ainaya followed Haris towards the main door. Bringing the husband to the car. 

''I'll call you again, be careful.'' Ainaya waved her hand towards Haris who was already sitting sweetly in front of the steering wheel. She leaned over and kissed her husband as a sign of temporary separation. 

Ainaya just nodded and smiled. Staring at Haris's car that had driven off the lawn. 

Ainaya turned around, but the sound of the horn from the front made him turn his head. 

A car stopped in front of the gate. Before long the glass was opened, someone threw a fist right at Ainaya 

Luckily it did not hurt him, only his legs were painful due to the impact. 

''What is this?'' Ainaya just looked without wanting to touch. Then, look towards the car that had already left the place. 

Ainaya squatted down and took it. It turned out to be a stone wrapped in white paper. He opened it and threw away the stone and read the writing on the paper. 

Now you can win because you got Haris, but I won't stay silent. No woman can have a Haris mas other than me. If I can't have it, then neither can you. Remember that. 

Both of Ainaya's eyeballs were perfectly rounded. In the graffiti there is no name listed, but he is sure it is Jihan. The only woman present in Haris's life before her. 

''I didn't take Haris. He came to me and asked me to come back. Did I wrongly accept it. I will not remain silent either. Bilal needs me and his father. He needs our love, not someone else."

Ainaya squeezed the paper until it was in the shape of a fist. Then go inside. Although inwardly awkward, he still looks cheerful when approaching the in-laws.

Should I say this to my mom, but if that guy knows how?

Ainaya went in and took a glass of water on the dining table. Then, gulp it down the toilet. Looking at Ida and Indrawan from a distance.

They can't know, I know enough.

Even so, Ainaya remained worried about what that person would do next.

On the other side

Ajeng was surprised when he got a call from Mr. Anton. It is not usually called suddenly like this. What is it?

''Since I knew Andik mas my life is getting more complicated," Ajeng grumbled to make Lidya who was next to him chuckle.

''Ruwet why?'' ask Lidya casually while staring at her laptop screen.

''Later our afternoon story.'' Ajeng hurried to leave his workplace. He climbed to the second floor through the emergency stairs.

I don't know why he was called. Seems like he didn't make a mistake. Moreover, rarely are employees of the personnel section called like this because it already has its own schedule.

''Father called me?'' said Ajeng while knocking on the door of Anton's slightly open room.

''Just enter, ''' said a heavy voice from the direction in making Ajeng directly widen the door.

Begapa was surprised when he saw the stranger smiling on the sofa.

Is he gonna propose to me again, oh no way. I'm still not ready to answer.

"What's up, sir?" Ajeng approached Anton's desk. Pretending not to see the guy that last night left him barely able to sleep.

Anton did not answer anything, but he came out of his room, and it was proven that this was a strategy between the two of them.