REPAY YOUR INFIDELITY

My Pijitin

Farhan had been at his first wife's house for over a month and accompanied her to her recovery. But until now there has been no sign of his wife remembering the memory before the accident. I do not know when he accompanied his wife, but he had promised to accompany his wife until she was completely healed and after that he would start his life again with Kyla, his second wife.

Farhan was checking the financial statements that were on his desk, but his forehead frowned when he found the financial statements of his employees collapsed.

"Susan, call the finance division employee who brings this monthly report in the room. Now!" Ask him over the phone.

"Ready, sir." Susan said quickly and immediately contacted the chairman of the finance division.

Shortly after, employees of the finance division who recorded monthly reports came to face the director's room.

When he was in the director's room, the employee broke out in cold sweat afraid of making mistakes because honestly only this time he was immediately called by the big boss.

"Mother called me?" He asked in a cold sweat and stood in front of the director's table in anxious expectation.

"Yes, yeah, who else if not you." He said with a sharp tone.

"I want you to be clear about this monthly report. Why is the shape so ambiguous."

"Sorry, sir. But the report I made was right." Said the member of the financial division with a tremble.

"So you mean, I was wrong. That's what you mean?" He said with annoyance. Because this employee in front of him dared to say that. Clearly the report he made was invalid and ambiguous.

"Bu-not like that, sir." He answered with his head he bowed down. His hands were already sweating coldly restraining the fear.

Farhan took off his glasses and stroked his temple. Dizziness with the employees in front of him. How can an employee like this enter his company.

"How long have you been working here?" He still held the base of his nose and closed his eyes.

"It's been two years, sir."

Farhan drew his lust in. After that he spoke again.

"I want this report to be corrected immediately. The report is already on my desk tomorrow. I don't want any more mistakes. Mistake zero. Understand!"

"Understand me, sir."

"You can go back to work."

After saluting and saying goodbye to the director, the male employee immediately walked out of there.

Farhan again leaned his back on his seat of greatness. Relaxing his muscles and mind all day. Very many reports, plus the work of the employee who was not clever in recording financial statements made him upset.

Farhan saw that the circular clock in his hand had already shown at 03:15 Wib. Time to go home from work soon, but he felt very tired and decided to go straight home.

He picked up the suit he had hung and kept it in the indentation of his elbow and grabbed the briefcase he had stored on the table.

After reaching the basement, he immediately got into the car and started the engine. His vehicle left the company building and drove his vehicle to his first wife's house.

Over the course of a month at Adeela's house, Kyla never contacted her again after her bickering incident. He also put forward his ego does not want to contact first. He waited for his wife to call him and apologized to him, but what she expected did not happen. Kyla hasn't contacted him until now.

His wife did not understand his situation. What Farhan is doing now is a form of apology to Adeela and wants to finish everything so that they can live happily. But Kyla does not want to know and be selfish. Huh, thinking about the problems of his life seems endless.

Farhan opened his car door and closed it rather loudly. It made Adeela's attention distracted and made her turn to the source of the voice.

Adeela turned her head and found her husband who had walked over to her. She threw her sweet smile, but Farhan did not reply. The double heartbeat of seeing his wife's smile made him misbehaved and did not return the sweet smile.

Farhan kept his coat and briefcase at the end of the bench and landed his butt next to his wife.

"Tumben's coming home fast, mas?" Ask and kiss the back of her husband's hand.

"Again, go home quickly, deck. I'm tired of seeing endless piles of work." He said while looking ahead.

"Don't be too fussy about your energy, mas. If I'm not next to you and you get sick, who will take care of you."

Hearing his wife's words there was a feeling of unwillingness to hear them. There, later he will leave his wife instead of the other way around.

"Kan, there's you to take care of me if I'm sick." Farhan looked at Adeela but Adeela did not answer him and only responded with a smile. Looking back ahead, looking at the flowers that were flourishing.

Farhan looked at his wife who was thinking about something.

Silent for a moment. They shut each other up. Adeela focused on looking ahead, while Farhan continued to watch the look on his wife's face from the side.

"Body I'm pegel-pegel, deck. Pijitin, yes!" Farhan started the conversation by asking to be taken in by his wife. Trying to melt the atmosphere.

Adeela turned her eyes towards her husband.

"Mas Farhan wants to be taken?"

"Yes. I'm a big pegel, deck." Farhan teased his shoulder twisting backwards while glancing towards his wife.

"Yeah, here I go. But my massage doesn't feel like it's because my hands are small."

"Nothing. What matters is that you're incandescent." His words rolled one eye looking at his wife.

But Adeela was not tempted at all by her husband's actions. Back then when he was teased like that, then his face immediately blushed. But now the situation is different. His body did not respond to anything when treated like that. I don't know, maybe because her heart had been hurt by her husband slowly it was no longer there.

Adeela finally complied with her husband's request and began to massage her arms up to her hands.

"No taste, deck."

Adeela who heard it also snorted in annoyance.

"Kan, I told you earlier. My massage is not good. My hands are small!"

"Even if the hand is small, but if it is the intention, it will certainly be good to move."

"I'm sorry Mr. Farhan, but I've never taken a mijit-mijit lesson. Mending told the security guard, his hands were big. Let all be kneaded to his bones." Adeela was really upset. Her lips curled with the words of her husband. He said the massage was not good and he agreed. Already as powerful as Adeela tried to massage but only now her husband was complaining.

Farhan was made to laugh by his wife's response. During this month, only this time his wife was like returning to her initial chatty nature and expressed her opinion directly.