Replacement Ribs

48. Captivated

The cracks rang out again, as Kirana arrived in front of the elevator. Kirana stopped her steps. Apparently the news about him has spread to all residents of Tristan's office. The saddest thing was that she was compared to Tristan's former secretary who had a tall, wacky body and also a pretty face. Kirana who looks too simple is certainly far away when compared to him. Especially since her pregnancy grew bigger, her body was more rounded.

Their silent marriage also raises many assumptions, ranging from him who is a mistress, forced to be betrothed even because of pregnancy first.

The growl grew even more when he heard footsteps following behind him. The person he now considers to be the ringleader of his gossip in this office. If their marriage was done secretly, of course he would not accept the exposure of such gossip.

Tristan who saw Kirana standing still in front of the elevator door stopped his steps. His ears caught the two women's ribs in front of him. Too engrossed in gossiping, they did not realize that the person being talked about was behind them.

"Both of you!" Tristan's thunderous voice made the two women in front of them turn their heads. The faces of both of them suddenly turned pale. Kirana is still able to mark if one of them is a person who insists on holding her in the lobby.

"P-Pak Tristan?!" say one of them with a tremble.

"Meet Ms. Arini now!" tell Tristan firmly and coldly.

"B-well, sir."

Both employees took the elevator. They left in front of Tristan and Kirana.

The elevator door opened, Kirana rushed in ahead of Tristan who seemed busy wiping her phone screen.

"FHK mail for the two people who met you" Tristan told someone by phone.

"Sorry, what do you mean, huh? No one has seen me yet" replied the person Tristan contacted.

"They'll see you soon. Two employees who are not time-disciplined, wandering during working hours. Make sure that tomorrow the two of them won't be in this office again. Replace with new people."

"Good, sir."

Tristan closed his call after getting an answer from the company's HRD.

"Sorry, it has made you uncomfortable" he said, clutching Kirana's shoulder.

Kirana had no intention of replying. Even until they got out of the elevator and down the hallway to Tristan's room. Although her hand did not escape from her husband's grasp, it did not necessarily make Kirana feel calm. Because the attention of some employees who happened to cross paths was directed to the two of them. Kirana's getting insecure. True said people, they were like the number ten that was walking. He who has a height of 155 cm with a large stomach and a body that is now expanding like bread dough, must be side by side with Tristan who has a height of 187 cm with an ideal body weight.

Nah! Kirana put down her cup violently. She ran to the toilet in the room with teary eyes. Grinding yourself in front of a mirror looking for the blemish that is in him. Kirana felt as if her personality had changed lately. His feelings are unable to sort out which ones are important to respond to and which are not. All went into his mind without a filter. So that he became often hurt because he was too sensitive to bad speech people toward him.

Grep's! A pair of arms held him. Turn his body and bring him into the deck.

"Let go of what is a burden to you, Kirana. I'll bear it."

The glass in Kirana's eyes was broken. Spilling over her husband's white shirt. The tears were finally shown in front of Tristan. Perhaps this was her first time showing that no matter how loud she was all along, Kirana was just a woman who still needed a place to lean.

"They say I'm not a woman worthy of you. I'm short, bullet. They said I was saving you. Am I that bad?" Kirana complained while having a whim.

"They also said you were more worthy of your former secretary. Even blatantly supporting you is the same as him."

Tristan chuckled softly hearing Kirana complain like a child. The attitude he had been waiting for a long time. Kirana who will show a spoiled nature and depend on it. To stir up all his complaints and not hesitate to cry in his arms.

Tristan does not like women who are too independent. Never showed a spoiled nature as a wife. And all this time Kirana was too proud to show her true nature. Which she often sees when Kirana jams spoiled on her parents. It was not Kirana who was wrong, but her who spread a distance that was too difficult for Kirana to travel alone.

"You laugh at me too? Follow me mocking me short, fat?"

"You're not fat, but plump!"

"What difference?"

"Clearly different. You contain in certain parts. Here, here, and here." Tristan pointed at Kirana's chest, stomach and butt.

A room with one medium-sized bed. Kirana's body was now lying on the bed.

"Rest! You need to calm down. After this I have a meeting. Don't go anywhere until I get back" Tristan stroked his wife's cheek.

"So I'm being held here just to be ignored? If you know this better I went home by taxi and snacked with Mentari. Buy ice cream, play games, shop, go to the salon, it's boring my life to keep going like this." Kirana grumbling.

"You want to be busy? All right, after our son is born, we make another two three four and so on until you complain tired."

"No, no. One was not born."

Tristan. The laughter finally sounded in Kirana's ears. Then where did the stiff and cool-ass Tristan go?"

"Mas stay first, yes," the man said after seeing the clock curled around his arm.

Kirana was forced to let her husband out of the room. Even if he has to feel lonely. One to two hours is certainly not a short time if passed without activity. Kirana felt like a prisoner. Forced to remain silent in the room. Not without reason of course, but Tristan wants to prevent Kirana from interacting with many people. To keep his mental awake.

Tired of being in the room long enough, Kirana inched down from the bed. Get out of that narrow room and go to her husband's office. The confusion began to hit. Kirana's hand pranks open the drawers of her husband's desk. Some personal files are stored there. And again all about Elita. Somehow this time Kirana did not feel any pain like before. He opened the old photo album sheet by sheet. Some photos of Tristan teen and a girl in high school uniform. Apparently their relationship was established since they were still in school. Tristan is hard to forget. First love and forever, that hand-written sentence made Kirana curl her lips. Bucin turned out to have been a Tristan habit long ago.

"Darling?" Too focused on the old photo album made Kirana not realize if the door of the room was opened by someone.

"What are you doing?" ask Tristan then.

Kirana thins her lips. "This, again look at my husband in his youth. You were cool from the old days, huh? Must be a lot of fancies. How many girlfriends were you at school?" he seduced the husband.

Tristan rushed over and took the photo album out of Kirana's hands.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had time to clean up here, yet" he said with a sense of caution if his negligence would return to anger Kirana.

"What was taken? I just saw some."

"No. Not important. It will be stored in your memory and will be an endless discussion when you are angry with me."

"No. Really, deh. Here, Mas!"

Tristan ignored Kirana's request. He picked up a few more albums that were in his desk drawer. Put it in the closet and lock it.

"I'm sorry if I let you down. I won't throw away that photo album. I'll keep it for Mentari."

Kirana smiled faintly. "I understand, Mas. Don't feel so guilty. I know I'm the second."

Tristan folded his legs. Put both knees on the floor. His hand grabbed his wife's soft fingers. Smear it full of taste.

"Trust me, you will be the last. I want you to accompany me to spend my age."

Kirana commented a thin smile while nodding softly.

"We continue on?" Tristan raised his eyebrows.

"Which one?" kirana replied she did not understand.

"Yes ...."

Geck! Geck! The sound of the door being knocked made Tristan groan in annoyance.