Pitted Because of Will

DKW 69'S

"I mean Mr Angga, Mr Angga is in front of the house?" ask Nisa again. He immediately opened the curtains in the living room and right, Angga was already standing in front of the house. "Wait a minute, sir!" Nisa immediately turned off her phone.

The woman who was 7 months pregnant immediately opened the door for Angga.

"Sir, why don't you hit the door anyway? Since when is Pak Angga outside?" ask Nisa.

"Since nine o'clock. But, I see the lights in your house are dead. So, I decided not to bother you," Angga replied.

"Oh my God, sir, so for two hours you were in front of the house? Why don't you just go home knowing I'm asleep."

"Let's see, I'm worried about leaving you alone let alone being pregnant" Angga replied.

Hearing Angga's reply made Nisa suddenly shed tears.

"Nis, why are you crying? Am I wrong for worrying about you?" ask Angga to panic.

Nisa shakes. "I'm just overwhelmed, sir. When my husband didn't care about me and our future son, you thought about us. Though I was only an employee of Pak Angga," replied Nisa.

"Here, don't cry! If anyone sees that I have done something that is no longer the same with you. It's not like you said you were hungry and wanted to eat the food I brought this morning, so we're in yuk!" invite Angga.

Without waiting for Nisa to let her in, Angga entered the house and headed straight for the kitchen.

"Why is Pak Angga?" nisa asked as the man still wearing the work suit took off his suit and rolled up his long shirt sleeves to the elbow.

"Taste," answered Angga. He opened the plastic in his hand. The plastic contained food ingredients that he deliberately bought before coming to Nisa's house.

"So, coming home from work I happened to pass the super market and I remember that you just moved, so definitely have not had time to buy ingredients for kitchen needs for breakfast tomorrow morning, so definitely not yet, that's why I bought all the ingredients," explained Angga.

The handsome man with a height of 180 cm began to nimblely prepare food ingredients that will be cooked.

"Pak Angga can really cook, right?"

"could. I used to do cooking lessons."

"Make?"

"Actually, my ideals used to want to have a restaurant where all the cuisine was my own creation," answered Angga.

"But, why is Pak Angga even dabbling in another business world? Why not continue the ideals of Pak Angga?"

Angga was silent for a while, a few seconds later he replied, "I was forced to jump into this business world to replace the role of my late Brother."

"Sir..... "

"You sit down first, I'll finish this cooking quickly!" cut Angga.

Nisa had no idea what had really happened to her boss' life before. But, Nisa was sure it must be a painful thing for her. Especially for the sake of replacing the role of the older brother, the man who usually looks assertive is willing to leave his dream.

Nisa was sitting at the dinner table not far from the kitchen. He could only shut up while watching Angga who was cooking.

Fifteen minutes later, the cooking that Angga made was finally cooked. The man brought the food he made in front of Nisa.

"Eat!" tell Angga.

Nisa nodded, she then started to enjoy the food made by Angga.

"No. You just eat."

"Indeed Mr Angga is not hungry?" ask Nisa.

"No" answered Angga. But just finished, he answered that. Angga's stomach sounds.

Kruyuk!

"Already, Sir. We eat this together. I certainly won't be able to do this myself." Nisa took one plate and divided the food that Angga made into two.

"Good meal" said Nisa.

Angga smile. He began to eat the food in front of him.

"Nis," call Angga.

"What?"

Angga pointed at Nisa's lips that were slightly smitten due to food.

"It's clean yet?" nisa asked after rubbing her own lips.

Instead of answering, Angga even immediately cleaned the corner of Nisa's lips that were slightly smudged using her thumb. That's when the eyes of the two meet again.

"E.. sorry, sir. It seems like it's too late. It does not feel good if Pak Angga is still here," said Nisa.

Angga looked at his watch. The clock shows at 23.45 WIB. "You're right. Yes, I'm home now. My food is also gone" Angga replied. "E... Nis, does your husband know that you live here?"

"No, Sir. I purposely blocked the number. I've already handed over my divorce lawsuit to the lawyer. And I chose to meet with Mas Bima while in court later," replied Nisa.

"Are you really sure of your decision?"

"Already, Sir. I don't want to be polygamous. I can't share my husband with anyone else."

"You still love your husband? I mean, if your husband suddenly says that he's willing to divorce his second wife and wants to come back with you, would you still want to take it again?"

"The two women are also pregnant, sir. And I don't think it's possible that Mas Bima will divorce her."

"But, if Bima was really willing to divorce her, would you go back to her?" again Angga asked.

"Come, Sir. I don't know" replied Nisa.

There was a feeling of disappointment when Angga heard Nisa's reply.

"Yes, then. I'm going home now. After your food is finished, go to sleep! Remember the doctor said you have to rest a lot and should not be stressed," said Angga.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for cooking for me" replied Nisa.

Angga smile. He then leaves Nisa's house.

"I don't know if I still love Mas Bima, because now that makes my heart beat fast is not him, but you are Pak Angga," said Nisa. He tried to neutralize the rhythm of his heart that had returned irregular when Angga rubbed his lips.