Replacement Ribs

36. Jealous

"I'm leaving, yeah, Mas." Kirana looked at herself once again in front of the mirror.

"Still working? Why not leave? Kan has been handled by your friend,"Tristan saw Kirana was neat with blouse and trousers.

"Well, she's on her honeymoon, Mom. It's you, afternoon wedding morning still work. Tomorrow we go to work again" circus Kirana.

Tristan's face turned sour. "Should it be discussed?" abugn.

Kirana chuckles while putting her phone, wallet and pouch containing makeup equipment into her bag.

"Congratulations, Mas. Let's blessings?" he stretched out his hand. But Tristan just ignored it. During the marriage only once Kirana kissed the back of her husband's hand during the marriage contract. It is also just for formality.

"wait. I'm coming along." The man took a towel and went into the bathroom.

This time Kirana said. Waiting for Tristan to drive him. Because he is not in a hurry. He waited for Tristan while surfing in cyberspace. Sending a message to his best friend who just passed the first night.

Kirana's attention was shifted when she saw the object beside her lit up. Tristan's cell phone got a call from someone. Silvia, the name was plastered on the screen. Kirana let the call stop by itself. Up to three calls.

After a few seconds, the message notification is heard. Curiosity provokes Kirana to open a pop up message. Just Benara, Silvia sent the message. In accordance with his assumption.

Mas, why was I transferred to Bu Keke's staff? I don't want to.

A slanted smile rose on Kirana's lips. Silvia was close to Tristan. How dare you ask for a position in the office? Maybe it was the sister-in-law's label that made her act like she had an office. Kirana never knew their closeness while in the work environment. Tristan's office alone he doesn't know his place.

The message notification sounds again.

Help me, Mas. Why did Aunt Ratih move me. Don't you have the power here? It's not fair to me. Personal issues are involved with work.

Kirana was getting curious about what was happening. But later, he would ask his mother-in-law.

The phone was put back in place. Along with the sound of the bathroom door being opened.

"There's a call from Silvia."

"What's he saying?"

Kirana raised her shoulders. What does it mean that Tristan's speech is a permissive expression if Kirana can open her personal belongings?

"No, I lift! You just call back. Who knows it's important" he said later.

"Let it go" Tristan said without touching his phone. Because he actually took a change of clothes lying next to the object.

After fully dressed and tidying her hair, Tristan picked up her laptop bag. They also came out of the room.

Even though her mother had prepared breakfast, since she was pregnant. Kirana always refuses to eat breakfast. Moreover, his mother always prepared a heavy food menu. He was too worried about his weight starting out well with the rest. Not only the chest and buttocks are enlarged, but some other body parts begin to contain.

"His name is also pregnant, it is natural that his weight goes up. After giving birth, it can be taken care of again."

"Well, if you can go back, ma'am. If it remains swollen …."

"Fear that your husband glanced at another woman?"

"What the hell, Mom?! It's not comfortable being overweight." Kirana glanced at Tristan looking calm in her seat as if not listening to their conversation.

Kirana had to wait for Tristan who was enjoying her morning meal. Her husband would not refuse. Moreover, fried rice made by his mother is indeed a champion of his taste.

"Remind Nana that she's procrastinating on a meal" Ambar told her daughter-in-law.

"Yes Mom. I'll force him to eat" Tristan replied after finishing his glass of water.

"Get me another one, Mom? Make me noon later," he added. Bu Ambar is happy to prepare one more provision for Tristan.

"Which is good eating cold fried rice." Kirana.

"There's a microwave, right?" ask Tristan then.

"Nothing. There's a stove."

"Yes, we will buy," concluded Tristan. Then take Kirana to his wife's office.

Tristan deliberately drove the motor slowly. The cool rural Eve and the little pollution were so different from the morning that every heart had met in the city. When the sun is not so high, the expanse of rice fields and the view of several towering mountains appear in the distance.Sudden thoughts to settle in the village also pass. Although maybe not in the near future, but spending old age in the village seems to be a discourse.

Tristan further slowed down the pace of its vehicles as it passed through the vegetable garden

"Cool! The vegetable garden is very wide," muttered Tristan but was heard by Kirana.

"Keep knows who this is?"

"Who is it."

"Mas Baraka's Punya. He began to make this garden out of a patch. Until now this wide. From the help of one person until now there are dozens of people who work here."

"The market is no longer local, but it already supplies supermarkets in several cities."

Tristan listened to Kirana speak at length about Baraka's vegetable garden. Her ears warmed up because Kirana subconsciously praised Baraka too much. Even until they reached the factory, Kirana just stopped talking.

Kirana greeted several employees along the way she headed to the room used by Syifa. He put down his bag without caring for the irritated-faced Tristan ever since from the vegetable garden earlier.

Kirana just realized, being Syifa was not easy. There were many detailed jobs that he had not been in charge of. He had to call Syifa several times for help.

"I went there, Na" said Syifa from across the phone.

"No need. This afternoon, will you leave?"

"So. But it's still afternoon. Now it's still time, huh."

"No need. You get ready. Honeymoon happy. Don't forget to bring home the nephew's souvenirs, yeah,"

Kirana closed her call. She felt bad even with her best friend. Syifa rarely takes time off. Always totality at work. And this afternoon he will leave for Bali with Baraka. But Kirana still bothers him with work. It feels so outrageous.

Kirana sighed softly. "Where would it be if later Mas Baraka did not ngijinin Syifa work," he murmured to himself.

"Can't you just say your friend's husband uses his name." The man sitting on the ancient rattan chair snatched Kirana's words.

Kirana looked towards Tristan whom she had neglected since.

"Oh, jealous? I used to when your secretary called you Mas, Mas," replied Kirana with lips made formless.

"Ganjen!" he continued not to lose ketus.