Replacement Ribs

7. Silvia Stay

"Elita, you're finally home, sweetie." Tristan hugged from behind the woman wearing his wife's negligee.

"Of course, Mas. I must be home."

"I missed. Why did you leave so long?" Tristan sniffed the neckline of Silvia which he thought was Elita. Silvia flipped her body. The touch of Tristan that he had been waiting for could finally be felt as well.Tristan with a longing gaze brought his face closer. Touching Silvia's lips was very similar to Elita's. The opportunity was not given by Silvia. They put their lips together as if removing long-buried longing.

"What are you guys doing?!" Kirana's cry made Silvia aghast and reflexively distanced her face.Tristan's staggering body also turned around.

"The shameless. How dare you tease someone's husband in front of his wife?"

"Hi you! Watch your mouth"! hardik Tristan who looks more like a raving man.

"He's Silvia, Mas. Not Elita Ma'am" Kirana said.

"Shut up!" Tristan's voice this time was loud enough to make Kirana scream. At first glance he glanced at Silvia who was smiling with laughter. Kirana had mistakenly taken the clothes for Silvia. Sleeveless negligee that shows clean white skin is certainly inviting male desire. Moreover, Tristan who was drunk could not distinguish if it was not Elita.

"I don't know how you can get married while Mas Tristan still loves Elita. It hurts your relationship." Silvia smiled faintly. He took the water he had just poured and then passed into the room.

"Dame!"

"Mas, she's not Elita's mother." Kirana tried to convince once again. But Tristan still called the name Elita and banged on the door of the room inhabited by Silvia.

Not wanting Mentari to be disturbed by her sleep, Kirana pulls Tristan up to the room despite her hard work. Tristan was still calling Elita by the time they got to the room.

Bruk! The tall body fell on the bed. Kirana changed all of Tristan's clothes with kimonos to make it easier to wear them. He locked Tristan inside the room before returning to Mentari's room.

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At dawn, it wasn't the alarm that woke Kirana up. Except for the sound of the door being knocked repeatedly. Kirana took the keys to the room on the Mentari study table and dragged her step out of the room.

"Why did you lock me up?" tristan asked in annoyance.

"To protect Mas Tristan from vile deeds."

"meaning?" Tristan's forehead frowned.

"Try cctv in the kitchen what are you doing with your secretary" Kirana said in annoyance. Of course he's still jealous of last night's events. Which wife is not angry to see her husband kissing another woman in plain sight. Of jealousy? Kirana sighed softly. He didn't want that fast the taste for Tristan to grow. But who can prevent it. Even Kirana herself could not.

Kirana stepped into the room. Putting out a bed that was as messy as a broken ship. Tristan if sleeping alone turns out to make the bed conditions are terrible. Kirana folded the blanket and spied on the pillow. Also fix the bed linen that is drawn to and fro.

"****!" The murmur was heard as Tristan looked at the screen of his phone.

"Next time don't go home drunk. You have absolutely no respect for me in this house." Kirana's annoyance grew as the shadow of last night suddenly flashed by

Tristan is upset. Kirana was too puffed up this morning.

"Make me coffee!"

Kirana's throat was blocked. What was Tristan telling him this morning to make coffee. Kirana even wants to go to the ENT doctor later in the day if Tristan does not repeat his words. No, Kirana doesn't like it. He actually bloomed because in the end Tristan wanted to ask for help from him. She happily went down to the kitchen to make coffee with a little sugar.

Kirana searches for Tristan to the balcony after not finding him in the room. It was too dark to sit outside. But Tristan did not bother him.

"The coffee, Mas." Kirana put the coffee cup on the table.

Tristan glanced at Kirana who was commenting on a smile for her. Do not expect reply, the man just refocused on his phone

"You changed my clothes?"

"You think I'll let someone else do it?"

Kirana did not say anything to Tristan. She turned her body and left her husband. The spiciness of Tristan's mouth has now become a common thing heard by his ears.

Kirana went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. His mood suddenly plunged when he saw Silvia was already in the kitchen. The woman was struggling in front of the stove. Kirana lazily took the vegetables from the refrigerator and cut them off at the dinner table. Deliberately keeping a distance with Silvia who seemed indifferent to Kirana's existence. Without awkward Silvia wear kitchen tools without the permission of the homeowner. He made two cups of tea and took them up the stairs.

"Mas Tristan has coffee!" Kirana.

"You have no duty to serve him. Why bother making tea for him."

Silvia had a cynical smile on her back down the stairs.

"Maybe you don't know yet. I always serve MasTristan in the office. Everything."

Kirana knew, Silvia's speech was only to provoke her emotions. He also thins his lips. "That's your job at the office. Have you forgotten where you are?" reply Kirana calmly while cutting the vegetables.

A faint laugh was heard from Silvia's lips. "What to be proud of being an unloved wife."

"Don't feel most informed about other people's affairs. You are Elita's sister. But remember, Elita is dead. Your relationship with Mas Tristan must have been someone else. You shouldn't be presumptuous in this house and do as you please."

Their conversation came to a halt as Tristan's voice called out to Silvia from the end of the stairs.

"Today there's an important meeting schedule, isn't there?" ask Tristan.

"Nothing, Mom," said Elita.

"Then you go to the office by taxi. I want a vacation. My head is dizzy."

"Want me to call the doctor, Mom?" ask Silvia.

"no need. I just want to rest. You better go home now. Don't wear your brother's shirt anymore for not bringing a change of clothes."

"Oh my goodness, my. Just borrow this one."

"A lot of Elita's clothes are more polite. Why did you take that shirt?" Tristan's voice sounded very upset. How not? Silvia was wearing the clothes Elita liked so much. A nightgown that was so fitting stuck to the body of Elita and always lure her to lock Elita in the room. Now the dress was actually worn by Silvia.

"I didn't take it, Mom. Your wife, this."

Kirana who had ignored the conversation of the two people suddenly looked up. Tristan's sharp gaze also led to him. Kirana did not need to ask if now the anger was on her. He realized that he had opened the closet owned by Elita. But wouldn't it be more disrespectful if Silvia took it?

Kirana tidied the vegetables at the dinner table and then went to the kitchen. Tristan's anger affairs should be taken care of later. At least he was a little relieved because Tristam's anger did not explode in front of Silvia. It could be that she would become Silvia's laughingstock if that happened. Fortunately, Tristan was a little understanding this morning.

His routine in the morning was too crowded to care for Silvia who was still trying to find Tristan's attention. Kirana finished her kitchen work immediately. Then wake up Mentari to prepare for school. Mentari who can already be a little independent is not too troublesome. Kirana just needs to get a change of clothes. Then go upstairs to get ready to teach.

It was very inconvenient to have to go into the next room to pick up a change of clothes. While the room that was never occupied only contains a closet and some baby equipment. Maybe it was Mentari's room as a baby. Between the two rooms there is a connecting door.

Kirana's steps that were about to enter the bathroom came to a halt when she saw Tristan curled up on the bed with his body covered in a blanket. He ventured closer.

"You're really sick, are you?" kirana asked as she pressed the back of her hand against Tristan's forehead.

"Yes really. You think I'm pretending?"

Kirana sighed softly. "You're sick and you're still angry, Mom."

"To the doctor, huh? Your body is hot" Kirana said later.

Tristan refused again. He just needs Doctor Elita. Not another doctor.