Replacement Ribs

46. Take Lunch

"Good Day, Mommy!"

"Jiang, Sil!" Tristan replied to the greeting of the person who had just entered his room.

"I'd like to drop off the report that Mas requested."

"Oh, yeah put it on the table."

Silvia looked at Tristan in annoyance at the man's increasingly indifferent attitude towards her. He also put the map on the table. Then sat down in front of Tristan, though it was not welcome.

"Mas Tristan didn't have lunch?"

"Awhile more. Waiting for my lunch order to come," she lied because she had not ordered any food at all. Not even a chance. Because during his abandonment, his work piled up. Her mother did only part of it. Want to protest will definitely be sprayed. The reason for the advanced age will certainly be used by his mother to give up.

"Ribet, Mas. No use of secretaries. All handled by themselves. When will you be able to?"

"Urus your job Sil. Don't interfere too much with what's not your capacity" Tristan said without taking his eyes off the computer screen.

Silvia was getting upset. Tristan really did not care anymore about his fate. In the past, Tristan never allowed himself to look bad in the eyes of people. But now, Tristan doesn't care even if one office person is gossiping about his position mutation.

Silvia was hurt to be treated like that. It hurts more than when he gets a rude speech or a mockery when he goes beyond the limit. But the rude speech was only on the man's lips. As a matter of fact, during her time as a secretary, Tristan never really got mad at her.

All this because of the old woman, Silvia swore in her heart.

"Mas, is Mas right, really not caring about me anymore?" The question led Tristan to stop his activities.

Silvia cheered in her heart. He finally regained Tristan's attention. He put on a compassionate face so that Tristan would keep paying attention to him.

"Care what do you mean? You're an adult, not a child anymore. I don't need to watch over you like you used to when you were a kid."

"But do you know that everyone in this office looks at me one eye. It's as if I've made a big mistake in the job until it has to be mutated."

"Don't mind people's words."

To be honest he would be stuck without Silvia as his secretary. But he also did not want to risk creating new problems with his mother and also Kirana if Silvia was returned to her original position.

"Do you know what my salary is now? I don't know anymore how to pay the installments with my salary now.,"

Tristan let out a rough breath. He was surprised if Silvia still had installments. During her secretary, Silvia received a very decent salary to meet the needs of life as a single woman. Even the vehicle used by Silvia he bought it. Silvia should be able to invest, not even have installments. I don't know what kind of lifestyle his sister-in-law adopted. So far Tristan did not care much about Silvia.

"Ah stop! Maybe Tristan already thinks I'm someone else. My number is blocked as well. I didn't know it turned out that Mas could be that bad." Silvia moved from her seat.

"But I have to remember that I will not allow myself to be hurt. I'm not reluctant to open up to the scandalous audiences that we've done. Remember that, Mas," he continued and left before Tristan.

"Silvia!" call Tristan but be ignored by Silvia.

"Aragh!" The man hit his desk in frustration.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

Tristan turned back towards the door hearing a familiar voice greeting him. Kirana had been standing in front of the door with an expanding smile on her lips. And a bag of provisions in his hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. How do you know this office?" Strange but not wrong question. Because Kirana never knew where her husband worked.

"I still have a mouth to ask. Not told to come in, is it?"

Kirana laughed softly as she passed through the door. Then closed the door that had been opened by Silvia. She even ran into her ex-husband's secretary. He also had a sharp look from Silvia.

Kirana sits on the sofa preparing a lunch she accidentally brought for her husband. This morning the fried rice made so that there was no provision left to carry Tristan.

"Mas hasn't ordered any food, has he?" kirana asked as she opened the food box one by one.

"haven't had time. Today's work is a lot. Maybe it'll be overtime too." Tristan threw himself beside Kirana.

Kirana's face was immediately gloomy. Tristan captures clearly Kirana's dislike of the plan of extending working time. The man also smiled jail teasing his wife.

"It could be sleeping in the office."

"Then I sleep in the office" Kirana said.

Tristan chuckled as he wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder. "Yes already. I came home on time but ready to be taken home."

"That's better than me not calmly letting you out of the house" Kirana replied.

"Now is the time to eat" he continued, holding out a box of rice, capcay and fried chicken.

Although less like vegetables, but the food cooked by Kirana abstain from being discarded if you do not want to get a lecture at length about the benefits of vegetables for the body. Saturating, it was better for Tristan to force himself to swallow it and finish the contents of the box so that there was no grain rice left.

"Mas, I can teach you again, can't I?"

Tristan sighed slowly.

"Kirana Darling. You can't just stay at home. Take care of me and our children. Let me work. I have tolerated you working too much in the village. I'm not gonna let you do it here. Especially if you are pregnant. You can't think of yourself just to bring yourself to the end."

"Who said trouble? I can still get here."

"Hm. What were you here to ride? Don't tell me to ride a bike." Tristan asked.

Kirana grinned showing her teeth. Without any intention of answering Tristan's question that would surely make her husband angry with her.

"What's okay?" rejoice of Tristan urges Kirana.

"Fine ... your motor."

"What?!" Tristan's two eyeballs even barely came to a surprise Kirana's answer. The body is not as high and middle two-bodied but desperate to ride his big motorbike.

" You …..Can't really be allowed to. The more days the more installments. Give me the keys!"

"No. What will I go home to?"

"Stay here until you get home later. Give me the keys, Kirana!" tristan said firmly.

Kirana snorted as she reached into her bag to retrieve the motor key. Then hand it over to her husband.

"I will sell the bike if you are desperate to find an opportunity to wear it" threatened Tristan.

Kirana. His freedom is threatened. After being banned from working, he was banned from bringing his own vehicle. If you are going to travel, you have to wait for Tristan or contact Pak Cip to take him.

"Understand Kirana, I do this all for your safety. I don't want anything bad to happen to you" Tristan said so Kirana would no longer protest. The trauma of past events is so devastating. He will not repeat the same mistake. Giving too much freedom to make him negligent for his wife's safety.