Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

319. Where the hell am I going?

I want to avoid people waiting for my story. It was also a shame if there was someone waiting like that, especially not just one person, but one office room earlier.

My stomach is very hungry, remember that last night I had not eaten, magrib took money, isya ijab kabul, and after that went into the room, this morning I woke up late until I did not have breakfast, this afternoon I felt lazy to get out of the warehouse because I had to tell stories.

I just decided to leave food to one of my subordinates, I will eat it later under the table, hold a cardboard like yesterday.

"Sir Hilman, look forward to Bu Din in the cafeteria!" shouted one of my subordinates who had returned from the canteen.

"Eh, didn't tell me I was sleeping?"

"Well, sir, you're not sleeping" he said, without knowing that in my heart I actually cursed a little, open it to him, open it, but to me I was supposed to tell you I was going to sleep.

"Wait for Bu Din in the cafeteria with another office person. Betewe samawa yes, sir same wife, may last. No news is okay, awaited only tomorrow the treaty," he said again as he left before me while moving his eyebrows up and down.

I patted my forehead hard enough. Pimply. You have to treat the kids too. Duh!

Forced this afternoon I walk to the cafeteria, lazy actually. However, what is the power if they are angry, then I will be complicated as well, asking for signatures will definitely be checked! That's the person who has a position, can be arbitrary with subordinates.

"Sir Hilman is here!" shouted Bu Din, the thin woman with a crisp voice shouted from there and waved as I just walked into the canteen.

I smiled, finally the thing I wanted to avoid happened as well.

"Here, Mr. Hilman sits down. Where have you been waiting for too?" ask the others, I don't need to mention his name, too many names to make me dizzy myself .

"Sit's sitting here and the story. What kind of message does Hilman want?" she asked Bu Din and called a canteen guard, before long the young woman approached us and started ordering food.

"Sok, story. No one is lost!" said the woman of Sundanese descent.

"The story is not exciting," I said, which is actually lazy because it is tired of working now it must be bubbly to tell a story.

"Don't want to know. If you don't want to tell me later in the afternoon don't expect to be able to go home quickly to see his wife. There's stuff coming in later in the afternoon, I want a report on my desk tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning" the woman said unconcernedly.

Nah, kan. Basic evil! There is power, it wants!

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The afternoon I went home confused. Which house did I first go to? Mother's home? Or my wife's house?

Ever since entering the alley I've been a little dreamy while driving. Not too focused because thinking about where I should go home, the fate of the mother's house and the wife's house is only separated by one neighbor's house.

Duh, so upset.

I drove my bike slowly. Today did not go ngojek because honestly I have not parted with my wife. Haven't seen mom and Vita since morning.

Passing through the house of the Goddess, but .. mother's house is also visible from here. Ah, it turns out what others say find a person whose house is not sekampung gini times yes. Me and Dewi have not discussed where we will live, whether to stay in my house or I who live in the house of the Goddess.

In front of the house I was silent, confused where I was going, so I decided to call Dewi first.

"You're home yet? Whereabouts? How come no one's home?" asked the goddess sounding confused in her tone.

"I'm still in front of the fence" I replied.

"Well, why don't you come in?" ask the Goddess again.

"Where do you want to go" I answered honestly.

"Why confused?"

"If I go to your house first, but I haven't met my mother and Vita today, if I go to my mother's house I don't see my wife, dong," I said confusedly.

"Oh, yeah."

Uh, answer yes and the phone is turned off? What's the matter?