Replacement Ribs

23. Start Possessively

Kirana dries her hair immediately. Time has been wasted exchanging sweat on the bed. Tristan is really hard to control. Maybe because he held back too long not to touch women.

"Where are you going?"

"Work, Mas" Kirana said, tying her hair.

He sat in front of the mirror to polish his face so as not to look pale. Fatigue was evident on that oval face..

"Work? Over where? Teaching?" The series of questions made Kirana turn her attention from the blush box towards her husband who was sitting on the bed bare-chested. Since when was Tristan so attentive to want to know all his affairs?

"In the clothes shop," Kirana replied later.

Kirana could see clearly from the mirror reflection of Tristan's face that turned sour.

"From now on I don't let you work.Tell me how much you need each month, I will be enough without you having to tire of work." It looks like Tristan started pulling out his fangs. He showed that he had the power to rule his wife's life.

Kirana accidentally knocks her ears. His hands were again busy rubbing his cheeks with a glitter. Then reach for the square hijab that has been prepared. He set himself in front of the mirror to make sure his appearance was neat.

"We didn't hear what your husband said?" Tristan's voice was heard rising. Even the man got off the bed and blocked Kirana's arm which was about to pick up the bag.

"I am too late, Mas, "said Kirana trying to ask her husband's understanding. The phone on the dresser was on and it was definitely a call from Syifa.

"I don't care. I don't like you working. Even if it's just to get rid of saturation because you're bored at home."

Kirana gave a rough sigh. "Syifa and I have a shirt production business. A lot of people have lived off that effort. Do I have to close it to comply with your wishes? Then what is the fate of tailors resellers, warehouse people and many more who work there?"

Tristan was stunned to hear Kirana's explanation. He never knew who the woman he married was. Don't even want to know.

"I'm taking you. Wait a minute, I take a shower!" then he broke up while walking to the bathroom.

"can't. Ten minutes to go I have a zoom meeting. I'm leaving first, Mom!"

Kirana snatched the bag and rushed out of the room as Tristan reached the bathroom doorstep. Her husband's screams were answered with the sound of the door being closed.

Timely has become Kirana's habit. He always manages his time well so that 24 hours of his time in a day is almost nothing wasted. And according to Tristan to drive him, of course he will not do. Although their relationship is not very good when living in one house, Kirana knows very well that Tristan always spends too long in the bathroom.

Kirana spurred her motor faster after seeing the clock coiling on her arm. He was already late because he had to queue to fill the gas tank first. Looks like his dad forgot to fill it up last night. Because all this time Kirana only knows how to use her vehicle without ever checking fuel. Fortunately, when it ran out of gas it was in the right in front of the gas station.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Kirana put down her bag and replaced Syifa's position who first greeted their reseller.

"Casual, Na. They're still faithful waiting for the owner!"

"Ish, that's exactly what I don't feel good about the team."

Kirana did ask Syifa to share the work with her. Initially because of the desire to busy themselves so that his mind is not too soluble in his problems with Tristan. Even in one heart Kirana only left time to eat and worship. The rest he spent taking care of business and entertaining himself with the little ones.

An hour passed, Kirana closed the meeting with her team. He only realized he had missed breakfast when he heard a sound in his stomach. The next morning was a mess because of her husband.

"Mbak Nana, the dress model that entered yesterday is ready." An employee came to bring the latest clothes design that had just been sewn.

Kirana unfurled the clothes that were designed by lightning. An idea that just pops up while he is under tremendous turmoil. And Kirana spilled it in a scrap of paper.

A wide smile expands to see a dress with a simple model using materials that are not too expensive but comfortable. Kirana can't wait to try out sample clothes made to her size. He rushed into the dressing room to try it.

The dress appeared to fit perfectly on Kirana's proportional body.

"Where, Fa?" Kirana asks Syifa for a response about her new clothes.

"Pretty bamget, this is going to be the next best seller."

"Related?"

Syifa gave her thumb. I don't know what rituals Syifa does, until almost every product always sells hard.

"What matters is to be sure first."

"OKAY. For the next month. Do not spill-spill first.later charged we are not ready. We're matengin before production."

"Ok, Mrs Boss."

Kirana. The call is like a partition that confines itself to its employees. He again twisted his body once again in front of the wide glass that filled the wall. Checking the design results is feasible to go up to the production machine.

His movements came to a halt when he realized that someone leaning at the entrance with his hands folded was watching him. Kirana was suddenly nervous about getting a smile and lip-motion to praise her.

Behind him was a whispering voice. Although vague, Kirana canennagkap clear expression of curiosity of his employees who asked who the man who stood at the door to Syifa.

"Mass? How do you know I'm here?"

"From Mom."

Syifa also invited her friend to leave the chair they were sitting on. Giving space to the husband and wife who he thought was very strange. They're husband and wife or boss with his assistant. Too formal.

After their departure, Tristan entered a spacious room commonly used for packing. The ancient lounger is on one side.

Tristan put down the food box he was carrying. It just so happened that Kirana's stomach was already very hungry. Breakfast at lunch.

His mother's attention was always excessive even though he was an adult. Not only did Tristan ask her to drop off the food but also asked Syifa to remind her to eat.

"Nana, Mr. Restu's son, Ms. Ambar called, said you were told to eat. Soon!" Syifa's screams rang out at the connecting door of the room and its space.

"Yes. It's just gonna eat."

"Eating by yourself what is bribed? Ambar asked, right?"

"Faaa! Don't you, yeah!" Kirana's voice is no less high. No matter the man beside her looked at her with a smile. It might be surprising to see Kirana on the other side. Kirana was never after that when she was with him. It was as if there was a burden that stuck so that the comfort was never felt by Kirana.