Queen the Ruler

Dinner

Cold sweat suddenly just slid off one after another. Where the body that was originally sleeping soundly has now moved to and fro. Several times his hands moved as if reaching for something he saw.

“Sorry, Al. I'm back already. Please don't chill on me again, I admit I was wrong.”

"Don't, please don't go. Our relationship is not over, Alfat! Alfat!" The screams echoed several times in the Queen's room, unfortunately because it was soundproofed no one heard it.

Until the girl's body moves up and sits down. His chest seemed to rise and fall in an irregular breath. For a moment the Queen wiped her face that was filled with sweat. For a while he sat there as if thinking about what had just happened in his dream.

A sense of regret was suddenly present in the mind of the beautiful woman. He thought it was all just his sleep dream. However, he realized there was a heart that was not finished until now. Seeing how the man who stole his attention was so sweet to treat a woman who was none other than his wife. Envy so clearly ruled the Queen's heart.

"I'd better take a shower and eat. Meeting him after such a long time really made me lose my sanity like that." said the Queen as she stepped her feet down from her bed.

Different atmosphere with the situation at the residence Alfat. A simple house that is not so big, working with the position of manager apparently does not make a husband and wife use money to meet their lifestyle. The image that comes from a simple family is very grateful for what the husband gives.

"Mas, what do you want to eat? Let me get it." he said serving Alfat at the dinner table. The hand holding the empty plate was slow but definitely filled with various kinds of side dishes that her husband pointed at.

Alfat really liked the moment to eat with his wife, where he would be treated like a child by his mother. The image so becomes the figure of the perfect wife for him. After making sure the husband's plate is complete, then he takes the plate for himself and fills according to taste. The two ate quietly, though several times Citra's bead eyes stared at the face of the husband who enjoyed eating voraciously.

"Mas Alfat, may I ask you a question?" ask carefully. Because looking at what happened this afternoon, it is impossible if there is nothing between the husband and the woman named Queen. Imagery sure as sure as they were very close first. Otherwise, how could the Queen until sassy feed the husband even in front of him anyway.

For a moment, Alfat nodded his head and looked at his wife. He smiled softly.

"What's wrong? ask away. Why ask for such permission, Cit?" asked Alfat who made Citra immediately exhaled her breath slowly.

Not only fear that he felt, but there is a sense that is not ready to hear if there is news that will make his heart hurt after hearing the husband's answer. However he knew the figure of the Queen he saw was a very perfect woman. Very far compared to him at the moment.

"Indeed, did Mas Alfat know Mas's boss?" ask him without mentioning who he meant. Of course hearing the wife's question instead of understanding, Alfat actually frowned in surprise.

"You are just there. Mr Raul means that? Well, of course, he knows that he every day comes to the Mas office where your husband works. How could Mas not know him." replied Alfat as it is.

The image of a clumsy smile looked at the husband who shook his head in astonishment. Doubtful he returned to his voice while squeezing his own hand. "Bu-not that. Mas. I mean the female superior. Who ate in the canteen with us." he explained at a glance made the smile on Alfat's face disappear.