Replacement Ribs

37. Jealous Again

Instead of getting upset, Tristan smiled amusedly at Kirana's facial expression. His wife was more all out expressing his jealousy.

The memory of Kirana's brain revolves back to her past while with Tristan. It was as if he had room to vent his heartache. And that thing actually makes Tristan not stop smiling because of Kirana's facial expression and tone that actually looks funny.

The man let his wife chatter as she pleased. Making herself a dumpster to throw Kitana off. While his sense of regret had somehow eroded Kirana's chatter.

"Have finished? If so, eat first. Nagging needs energy. Later if you have to eat again," said Tristan when Kirana stopped talking.

"What, anyway?!" kirana is upset.

Tristan let out a big laugh seeing Kirana grunt.

"You get angry when it's funny, yeah. Not to lose with Mentari. How old are you, anyway?"

Kirana sighed softly. Tristan didn't care until he was his age he didn't know. I don't know what kind of man married her.

Kirana ignored Tristan's question. He refocused on the screen in front of him as Tristan looked at the screen of the phone he had just taken out of his pants pocket.

Seemed the man put his phone on the table, the sound of vibration of objects was heard by cows into Kirana's ears. Makes the woman glance. From the duration of the vibration to quite a long time, there was definitely an incoming call. But Tristan ignored him.

"Why not get picked up, Mas?" kirana asked, turning her eyes away from the computer screen.

"It's not important" Tristan said.

"People make calls over and over again that there must be something important to talk about." Kirana tried to guess if the call was from Silvia.

The sound of the mobile phone shaking was no longer heard. It's just that it lit up long enough on the table. Kirana got out of her chair and fiddled at Tristan's phone screen.

"That's from your secretary. Must've mattered. Who knows if there's anything about the job he wants to talk about."

Reluctantly, Tristan took his cell phone. Glancing at Kirana who was still continuing to look at her as if she was intimidating.

"Wear the loudspeakers! You promised me there was no lie between us."

Tristan scrolls the green button and then presses the loudspeaker.

"Where is Tristan? Why didn't you say you didn't go to work? My call was not answered my message too why just read? I need you again, Mom. Should I be Bu Keke's assistant? What do the office people say? I don't want to, Mom." Silvia flocked Tristam with her outpouring of heart

Tristan gave a rough sigh. Even looking at Kirana, she had no courage. Because without having to look at it, the cold has hit it making the fur of his nape goosebumps.

"Mass? Is it still there?" ask the woman across the phone.

"Yes. I have a personal business. We'll talk later if I'm back" Tristan replied.

"But how long? I can't bear to see them as underestimating me" whined Silvia.

"Just do your job now, Sil. Don't listen too much" replied Tristan slowly.

"Or is this not also Mas Tristan's desire for my mutation? Want to change new secretary?"

"Our office business will talk later if I have returned to Jakarta. While don't call me just yet." Tristan ended the call from Silvia. Not caring about Silvia who must be upset because her call was cut off unilaterally.

Tristan leaned back. He turned back to Kirana who was still silent. But the look in Kirana's eyes still implied an upset anger and seemed to be waiting for an explanation from her.

"Is he actually your secretary or your wife? Or secretary of wife flavor? To the point of having no restrictions on whining like that?!"

Kirana left and returned to the Syifa desk after Tristan was silent as if he had no intention of responding.

Trying to continue his work even though his concentration has been dissolved. Recollecting the working mood was futile. Kirana clucked resentfully at herself for failing to control her emotions.

His sense of ownership in Tristan is not willing if anyone bothers him. After a journey that was not easy for him. Even she almost killed her own feelings if her husband hadn't changed that fast.

Kirana sees Tristan from the tail of her eyes which is now focusing on her laptop. Feeling neglected, Kirana left her seat. Try refreshing your mind by visiting the production section. Random checking of the results of the stitches of each section even though he did not really check. Just throwing a bad taste on her husband. Being locked in one room but just silence each other makes him upset. Or is that her husband's character? Not sensitive to the mood of the wife. Kirana seems to have not really known who and how Tristan.

Kirana had been touring the production site for quite a while. Talk to the in-charge of the production department and listen to complaints about the lack of employees because they often keteteran pursue the target until they have to overtime. The aspiration was also noted Kirana well. Maybe it's time to open a job. Replacing some people who are forced to resign because they have to take care of a baby child. He also returned to the dilemma. Thinking about the fate of his business if suddenly Syifa asked to resign. It is likely that Baraka will ban Syifa from working. The man is already quite financially established. Without having to work, Syifa oun will be fulfilled. Kirana's head suddenly grew tired. So he decided to go back to Syifa's room.

Kirana did not see Tristan in the room. The man's laptop is still open. The owner has gone nowhere. In the bathroom, there were no signs of life. The sense of loss made him search all over the production house. However, her husband's nose is not visible. Even the motorbike they were wearing was not visible in the parking lot. Kirana scratches her cell phone. Her desire to contact her husband was buried by her ego. Kirana went back in ignoring her anxious feelings. What else to worry about? Tristan is a grown man who cannot possibly get lost despite being in a place that is still unfamiliar.

His anxiety ended when he saw Tristan enter carrying a shopping bag with the name of a minimarket franchise. Large plastic bags that look full.

"You want some ice cream?" Tristan took out one box of ice cream and one cup with different flavors.

How could Kirana refuse. Ice cream is a mood booster for him. But where does Tristan know? Even the flavor variant that is his favorite also knows. Or maybe just a coincidence.

Kirana is waiting for Tristan to open her ice cream. Three flavors of fruit lined up make him impatient if only using a small ice cream spoon. He took a spoon from the bag of lunch boxes that his mother brought him.

"Wouldn't you?" kirana asked because Tristan only saw her eat even though she had prepared two spoons.

"Now. Try some coffee."

Kirana with a big smile lifted the ice cream box. Which will be entirely spent on its own.

"Mas!"

"Hm."

"Can I ask for one thing?"

Tristan speechless. Then shook slowly.

"You don't have to ask. I will find out for myself what you want and I will fulfill it without you having to ask. Because the one thing you asked me to do gave me a headache."

Kirana knitted her brows. "What's that?"

"Breakfast. I'm afraid you'll ask for it again."