SECOND CHANCE: Grandpa's Choice Wife

Not A Life

Each head has its own thoughts. Each thought will have a complex and different response. It was also felt by Almira. It's been a week since Grandpa left. But Husain never once lived in that mansion. He just came to attend the recitation, after that he'll just leave. It felt like a walking statue. Which is there, as a complement. However, Almira still remained on his patience.

He was alone in such a large mansion. Pure aunt will come in the morning, then go home in the afternoon. While to clean the mansion, there will come every 3 days. Almira did not understand the way her husband thought.

"If there's a problem, wouldn't it be better to talk about it." murmured Almira, who was on the balcony at the time. It was a beautiful morning. The atmosphere outside is very bright. However, Almira could not even enjoy it.

drrrt ... !

drrrt ... !

Almira's phone rings. He hoped, it was Husain. All this time he had tried to contact her many times. But no, not connected. Almira immediately grabbed a cellphone that was not far from him.

"Yes, hello .. " greet Almira in a disappointed tone. It was Damar. He wanted to ask Almira.

Elsewhere, a person observing a laptop looks very angry. His hands clenched and his veins stiffened. Husain was watching CCTV installed on the corner of his balcony. He saw a woman picking up the phone from someone. Almira did not even know that she had always been watched like a prisoner.

"Bagas, find out who is currently contacting Almira." Husain asked his assistant suspiciously.

"good sir." Bagas' assistant nodded politely, then came out leaving his boss.

After Bagas' assistant left, Husain grabbed his suit and left the office. His goal was the mansion he had been neglecting for several days.

***

In mansion. After the call ended, it was half afternoon. Almira looked busy helping Pure Aunt who was preparing food for her. Sometimes they talk to get along. At least, during the day Almira did not feel lonely. It does not have to be a rare animal because it is the only human being.

The door opened, as Almira arranged the food at the enormous dining table. Footsteps sounded closer and closer, then suddenly his hand was pulled violently before Almira could turn her head. Almira was surprised, her eyes wide open. She looked up and saw it was her husband.

"Sir, what's wrong? are you home for lunch?" Almira tried to vent. She tried to endure the pain of her husband's grip. Sometimes he grimaces when forced up the stairs.

Husayn brought Almira into their room. He opened the door violently, and closed it hard. Almira was surprised, her body trembling again. Husain let go of his grip and stared intently at Almira. Almira was terrified, and she looked down, not daring to look at Husain.

"Say, who's the guy who just called you?" husain asked as he held onto both of Almira's shoulders.

Almira was stunned, she ventured to return Husain's gaze. She saw a sharp look there and then realized, all this time her husband was watching her.

"Master is watching me?" with quivering lips, Almira asked back.

Husain laughed cynically, while continuing to look at his wife's two beautiful eyeballs.

"Why? you don't like it? or, feeling distracted?" husain said cynically.

"Ti .. no sir. That, he .. he's Damar."

Almira nervous. She knew her husband did not like her business rival. Husain glared, his gaze growing sharper. The aura of hatred was clearly visible in his eyes. The frightened Almira looked down again.

"What exactly is your relationship?" ask Husain loudly. His hand gripped onto Almira's shoulder hard.

"Sir, we're just friends. Not more." Almira grimaced in pain. Husain let go of his grip, then laughed out loud. However, his laughter was clearly a mockery. More like a mockery to himself. Almira shivered more and more, he swallowed his saliva heavily.

"Friends! your friend said! A friend who is so considerate? the friend you call so familiarly, when you call your own husband like a stranger? You really think I'm stupid !" Husain squeezed the jaws of Almira with great anger.

"Sorry, it's not like that. A. .. I, just haven't gotten used to it."

Husain smiled cynically. He saw Almira's cell phone placed on the dresser. He pushed Almira until her body hit the wall, then took the phone. His fingers clasped tightly onto Almira's phone, as if to vent his anger. He looked at Almira sharply, his lips turned full of ridicule.

"I hate traitors !" shout Husain.

Prang !!!

Baannkk !!!

The door was closed quite hard. Almira bit her lip to reduce the fear. Hearing the footsteps that started to drift away, Almira slowly opened her eyes. The first thing he saw was his phone smashed into pieces. The phone was thrown on the wall, right next to his ear.

Almira swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. He stared at the door of the room, his breathing was stinging. She covered her mouth with both hands, and cried.

"I hate traitors !"

Those words were ringing in his eyes. Husain's sharp gaze, and his eyes that implied hatred and disappointment pierced Almira's heart. Her husband doesn't believe her, the man she was supposed to be where she complained about, he hates her. Today Almira is crying not because of pain in her body.

But because it realized how meaningless this marriage in the eyes of Husain.

Yes, this marriage is solely because of Grandpa. And Grandpa's gone. This marriage is nothing more than a covenant. Which means, he should be ready to be thrown whenever the young master wants him to. Given that, he grimaced. Smiling at himself. He wanted a simple and beautiful life. But he got the opposite. The life of Husain, the thing that every woman craves. But only Almira knows, this is not like a life.

Tok !!

Tok !!

Tok !!

The door is knocked from the outside. Almira knew it was Pure bik. It is impossible to find a pure bik with such a state. She ran to the bathroom and locked it from the inside. Bi Pure who was feeling worried, finally decided to open the door to look at her mistress.

"Young Miss, are you inside?" call pure bi when you see the closed bathroom door.

"Yes Bi, I want to soak for a while." Almira replied to avoid any suspicion of pure bi.

When Husain came home, Bi Murni did not see him. The soundproof room also did not make Bi Murni know the quarrel of the two employers. However, the sound of the door being slammed hard makes bi Murni curious, to finally make him go there.

"Well young lady, the food is ready. If you're done, hurry down and eat." said Bi Murni attentively.

"Hemm .. sure!" sahut Almira's.

Pure Bi decided to turn around. He's going back downstairs. However, he was shocked when he saw the phone of his young mistress who had been destroyed. Bi Pure picked it up and put it on the makeup table.

"What's going on?" mumble pure bi while closing the door.

In the bathroom, Almira was still crying. He soaked his body in the bathup, with his tears that did not also dry up. The feeling is much worse than his phone was smashed into pieces.

"Have I chosen wrong?" murmured Almira in the heart.

***

Husain was driving with a huff. The goal is to get back to the office. He doesn't understand himself. Why could he be so angry to see his wife take a call from someone else. Moreover, seeing the woman smile as the call progressed. At first, he thought it was only because of his feelings of hatred, seeing Almira still in touch with his rival. But he realized, when he was near Almira, the feeling was more complicated than he thought. As he hurt Almira, his heart felt much more pain. And as he speculates that Almira may be working with the self-made Damar to destroy her, his heart feels crumpled. He really couldn't accept all of that. Then, his hatred immediately peaked.

"You wanna play games with me? then I'll avenge that game !" Husain's hand squeezed the steering wheel firmly, his teeth churning.

Drrrt !

Drrrt !

Husain stared at the phone screen, then pressed the green button. Bagas' assistant's voice sounded there.

"Mr ..."

"I already know." cut Husain, then threw his phone.

Life is a choice. And when we choose to obey our ego, then the next is definitely regret. However, excessive jealousy sometimes closes our eyes to see the truth. And Husain is being overrun by all of that. The thing he did not realize, one day the carelessness would destroy itself.