Pasung Tuan Muda's

7. The Early Infidelity of Destruction

The Bi Ira POV

In a living room, precisely on a black-brown sofa chair. Both eyeballs looked carefully, as if they could not believe that a young man slept until the morning. The feeling of being devastated that night, must have made him feel devastated.

Especially his wife acting like a madman. However, to examine the household of others is so inappropriate for me. Moreover, now my status is a widow. As much as possible not to interfere with the problems at home where I work today.

The watch shows at 07:00 in the morning. With wide strides, I arrived beside the body of the young man who became the boss within the current place of work.

I took his hand slowly. "Mr .. wake up. Now it's 07:00, and it's too late to go to his office" I said in a soft tone of voice.

Then, the interlocutor just muttered. "Hmmm ...."

"Master ... it's morning, it's late waking up, "my dream again.

He opened his eyes spontaneously. Get up from the receding position, and sit staring intently at me at this moment.

"Whispering, anyway, you! Don't see me sleeping!" hardiknya while changing the face to the floor.

The mind also says. Holy hooch! Yes, Allah .. usually Mr. Revan yells at me. Every day he asks to be woken up. Ach, yes, that's it. I'm out of here before he gets really mad.

"Sir .. I went to the kitchen first, huh?"

Without a word, footsteps ran into the kitchen space. Time continues to roll, the time seemed to invite me to carry out various activities as usual. Yes, one of them is home shopping at the morning market.

By using a taxi, I headed to the vegetable shopping center. Arriving in the middle of the road, apparently was jammed long. Dizziness ambushed his head, while looking out the window of the taxi, I saw Mr. Revan's car was on the right side.

Out of curiosity, I stared at the open window. Seen from behind the glass window, that he was making out with his secretary—office named—Siska.

Deg—

I also threw my eyes at the driver in front. Then, before long I got another car that still stopped on the right side. The position is still the same, making out and very comfortable in the car.

The mind is back. 'Astaghfirullah .. isn't that Mr Revan and Non Siska? Why is it so bad as a married person? Oh, Gusti ....'

Fifteen minutes long queue finally ran, the traffic jam ended and took the taxi I was riding behind Boss Revan. As the volume of vehicles increased and squeezed each other, I lost the car that was in front.

Arriving at a morning market, I brought a blue cat and rushed to browse the vegetable sales. After everything was bought, I went straight to the taxi and returned home. Along the way, I unceasingly thought hard of an unusual vision earlier.

Formulating the questions that come in many ways, I discard the negative feelings by thinking positively that what was seen just now was someone else. Because all I know is that Boss Revan is loving to his wife. It is not possible that he cheated on other women, especially with his own secretary.

The taxi arrived at the gate, and I rushed down and paid the driver a fare.

"Sir, thank you for taking me to the market" I chanted with an anxious face.

From the doorway, the taxi driver answered. "Yes, Bi, Same. Oh, yeah, I go first."

"Yes, sir."

Answering as necessary, I drove twice as fast as usual. Up on a terrace to the door of the house, I hit—Diman—the housekeeper.

"Ow ... The liman! If you look around, dong," my scolding while knitting both eyebrows.

"Yey! There was a rush until I was at the door too. Anyway, what's up, anyway, in such a hurry? I think I'll see a ghost again," the ledek.

"Don't kepo! It's none of your business, Man ...."

"Huh! Nih, women if a man has me—"

Without prolonging the fight, Diman walked right away from me. After he left, I grimaced alone.

"Huh .. It's just scared of you, man. Not to mention I came out with a thousand shadows like a cartoon, huh? Maruko or Marko, huh? Ach ... the point is that," I said myself at the door.

Before long, I reached the kitchen and cooked seafood as Non Marissa's favorite. For almost two days he did not want to eat, maybe with a slightly different menu, he wanted to prop his stomach. To be fresh and healthy again.

Finished cooking, I carried the menu inside a bowl and walked cautiously up the steps of the second floor building. With my right hand, I opened the door slowly. It seemed obvious that, Non Marissa was crying all day without stopping.

Maybe because he was too depressed to lose his child for the third time. When I first entered, I trembled and was afraid to disturb him. But he was not an anarchist that night.

Non-Marrisa turned her head towards my face, she said. "Who are you?"

"Non .. It's me, Ira. Time Non forget my equal?" my clear.

"Your?" response's short.

"Yes, Non. I'm Ira, the maid in this house."

"Helper at home?" said again.

I nodded twice too. Not felt, tears also took part in the atmosphere this morning. A beautiful face like an angel, now turned extremely dull and pitiful. Unwillingness grows from the bottom of the heart. Without being able to look again, I immediately hugged the woman who was in plain sight.

"Ira ... Why cry?" tanyakanya.

"Non ... excuse me, if finally Non had to miscarry because of my lack of attention in this house."

"Rubber? What's falling?" the answer.

A momentary hug I took off, with tears still rushing, I stared carefully at the other person. He looked up in surprise to return my gaze, with his right hand wiping away the tears on my cheek.

"Non, now eat first, yes .. let it heal quickly." Finished saying, I thrust a spoonful of rice at him.

He also shook his head twice.

"Non ... eat, yes .. if not, then I will be angry" I said.

Finally, the interlocutor nodded. So long persuaded, this morning I managed to seduce him and he ate very greedily. Maybe if he is treated gently then he will be able to obey, and vice versa.

One bowl of rice was gone, the water on the table was also finished he drank. This feeling also became a little overwhelming.

"Non ... I went back to the kitchen again, yes ...."

"Don't ..," he said spontaneously.

"Auntie wants to cook again. Later ... when the work is done, surely I will come here."

"Promise?"

"Yes, Non. I promise," my dream.

Non-Marissa closed her eyes. Then, I covered her body with a white blanket. After I finished feeding, I hurried to leave him. When I got to the door, I turned to him again.

"Non, may God provide healing. And can make Non healthy back as usual, amen ...."

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