Remember Me, My Husband!
Deja Vu
Laura returned to the room with a burst of rage. Brutally slamming the door until it makes a loud enough impact sound. Then walked back and forth while grumbling in annoyance.
“Can Mbak Maysha be so confident and demean me indirectly.” Although Maysha's tone sounded relaxed, it was able to penetrate into Laura's heart niche.
The woman slammed her body into the soft bed. Regulating breath that feels tight. Now he was thinking of a way to repay Maysha in the most painful way. He promised to make Arlan stay away from him.
After a few minutes of sleep and a warm bath, Laura exited the room. Usually at this hour Maysha would cook in the kitchen for dinner. However, when passing through Maysha's room, the door was half open. Faintly Laura could hear the voice of the woman.
“Mbak Maysha talk to whom?” Curious, Laura walked towards the door. From there he could hear more clearly. Maysha was sitting on the edge of the bed with her body wrapped in mucus. His hand is holding a cell phone.
“I really can't, Rio. You know it.”
The corner of Laura's eyes wrinkled. He tried to sharpen his hearing.
“Iya, I'll try it later. But not now.”
Although she did not know what she was talking about, Laura began to suspect in her heart. Developing a smile on his lips as his mind formed a conclusion.
“So the one who spoke to Mbak Maysha was Doctor Rio, huh? They're pretty familiar. Is Maysha not playing with the Doctor? Ah, I have to tell Mas Arlan.”
“Iya, I'll see you tomorrow.” Maysha closes the call after saying hello. Putting his phone on the table.
Laura turned her body around immediately before Maysha caught her eavesdropping. However, Laura suddenly jumped when she found Yanti standing right in front of her. He looked suspiciously.
“Non Laura what are you doing in front of Non Maysha's room?” tanyakanya.
Laura snorted bitterly. All the household assistants in this house were very presumptuous in his eyes. “Not your business, you little kepo helper!” it means, then just walk away.
Yanti could only shake her head. Very surprised because Arlan who used to be fierce, cold and angry to get a wife like Laura.
“Actually Den Arlan picked this Mbak kunti where, anyway?”
Satisfied to curse Mbak Kunti even though only in his heart, Yanti knocked on the door of the master's room. He was just waiting in the doorway, because Arlan had forbidden others from entering his private room. Inside there Maysha is opening a mukena and replacing it with a home-based instant hijab.
“Why, Yan?”
"Non Maysha, what do you want to cook for dinner?"
"Chicken's passport. I will cook. Arlan hasn't come home yet, has he?"
"Yet, Non. It's Non Laura." There was a frown between Maysha's eyebrows when she noticed Yanti's face bending. “Non Maysha can resist the same Non Laura, anyway?”
“What's the reason?”
“Tadi Non Laura quietly stood in front of the room door. Don't know what.” is doing Yanti breathed a long breath. Piqued.
“It's okay, Yan. Let it. Fears he does not feel at home in this house and threatens suicide again.”
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At seven o'clock in the night Arlan just arrived home. He was a bit late to come home because Andre was accompanying him overtime. It was fun to spend time at the office. Arlan discovered many new things from his past. Including assessing his own character before having an accident three years ago.
Arrogant, arrogant and angry.
It wasn't Andre or any other subordinate who told. He came to that conclusion based on the attitude of everyone he met in the office. Arlan could even feel some people trembling as he shook his hand.
And one incident was quite strange for Arlan, when he was about to go home and enter the elevator. None of the employees dared to enter even though in the elevator there was only him. From the series of events, Arlan began to guess what he was like in the past.
While walking towards the stairs, Arlan turned his head for a while towards the dining room. There Maysha was putting food on the table. It looks so sweet with a home dress and hijab. One thing that makes Arlan very curious. What does Maysha look like without a hijab. Since he met, he had never seen his wife without a hijab.
It doesn't hurt if Arlan comes up to Maysha for a bit. Thirst may be an excuse. However, upon arrival in the dining room Maysha only greeted him with greetings. No touch.
“You warm tea, Mas?” tawar Maysha's. Remembering first Arlan's habit when returning home is to enjoy a cup of warm tea.
“Bby.” Arlan chose to sit on the long sofa right next to the dining table. Within minutes, warm tea was available. As Maysha put down her cup of tea and returned to the dining table, Arlan was fixated on looking at her. Sweet-looking Maysha uses a home dress with a hijab, her delicate hand movements styling the food on the table. And, Arlan who was now enjoying a cup of warm tea while waiting for dinner was ready. There is a strong sensation that feels real that the present situation has been experienced in the past. However, his concentration must be dissolved with the arrival of Bik Wiwin.
“Non, this is no package come for Non Maysha,” said the woman while handing over a package box.
“Oh, have you arrived?” Maysha just stared at the box, but did not grab it. “Please keep it on the table only, Bik.”
Bik Wiwin put the package on the table. “What's the message, Non? Tumben Non Maysha order online.”
I don't know why the look on Maysha's face suddenly somber. She ordered it on the first day of her husband's return. But now it is no longer useful.
“Lingerie, Bik!”
A pair of Arlan's eyeballs bought. His mind immediately imagined how Maysha would form if she used clothes that were so thin. The sweet tea that he just sipped gushed out.
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