Sorry, Ma!
Gaffes
Argan is back in the company. Previously he took the time to drive Erianiza home first. No matter how busy the schedule, if it is about the wife, then the man will always take his time.
Now he sits in his big chair. Lean back while playing a ballpoint pen in hand. His view seemed empty. His mind drifted everywhere.
The shadow of the wife's interaction with the police officer again filled her head.
"Windri!" he shouted at the assistant as consciousness began to ambush.
"Yes, Sir?" As fast as lightning, Windri was already standing firmly in front of his desk.
"I want more information about the man who was sitting with my wife at the restaurant!" he said without looking at Windri.
Instantly the sentence of the superior made him frown. Which guy? Because Windri was too focused on meeting about their work agreement with the new client. So, he paid no attention to anything else that was around him.
"Sorry, Mister-"
"Now!"
Argan immediately screeched and kicked the table. His eyes widened and his body reflexively stood up.
It made Windri no longer have the courage to continue his dialogue.
"Good, Sir."
That short but efficacious sentence made him survive the rampage. After this, he had to return to the restaurant and request a cctv recording on the concerned party, to ascertain who the man was meant by his superior.
***
Eri was seen pacing along the house. Because the panic immediately engulfed the heart. The woman ran from one room to the other. However, still, he did not find Fabia's room. Photos Fabia. Fabia's usual toys stacked in one special room were also invisible. Even all the items related to Fabia, now he can no longer guarantee.
His longing for the princess returned to rule the heart. It was so hard for him to live at peace with reality. The fact where to assume that Fabia never existed.
Now ... the woman appears to be leaning back against the wall of the living room. Dropped his body slowly to the floor with a face drenched in water. Lara who clasped her heart tightly, as if she did not want to be absent from the dispute. Why that sick? Why does it hurt when the husband does not acknowledge the existence of his child?
TING TONG'S
In a slump, Eri could still hear the sound of the bell. A tear drenched his cheek, and hurried to open the door.
FLECKISH
"Fresh?" his murmur while frowning.
Where did Tegar find out his home address?
"Hi" said Hardcore with a smile. This time the man was not wearing any official clothes.
Erianiza smiled awkwardly. He felt embarrassed because Rigid could definitely see clearly both his eyes were swollen.
"Please enter!" Eri gave room to Tegar to wander into the living room.
The man seemed to be scrolling to all sides.
"What is your husband-"
"He's still in the office" said Eri when he understood where the man was going.
"Sit down, I'll make you a drink" said Eri, then turned to head for the kitchen.
"No need!" prevent Rigid.
Erianiza looked back.
"I just stopped by for a while, there just happened to be a job around here" said the man.
Eri fused both his eyebrows.
"There are some things I want to ask you" he said.
Make Eri walk over and then sit on a single sofa right in front of Tegar.
"Do you need a picture of your son." Directly at the core of the conversation.
Sure oes. How will he search if he does not have a picture of the child.
Hearing that, Eri nodded in understanding. Although in his entire house there is no longer a trace of Fabia's photos, he should remember he still keeps some photos in his phone.
"Wait a minute, I'll be back" he said, smiling at Tegar. The woman moved, then walked into the room.
Rigid nodded, then returned to circulate the view to the entire room.
Initially the rest of the smile that had been thrown at Eri was still engraved on the face. However, a split second later, the sweet arch dimmed as his gaze captured a photograph. Wedding photos of Eri and her husband are packed nicely in a luxurious frame.
A momentary gaze of Rigid was glued to the frame of the photo, which was perched on the main wall of the room. Why did he just realize it?
However, there was an awkwardness that was caught by him. He's looking for something. Something that should be in that room. Princess Eri's photo.
The eyes returned to seeing, but still what was sought was not found.
Suddenly Eri appeared with a cramped face.
"Why?" Rigid frown.
"Luckily, I still have the picture" Eri said, showing her phone screen on Tegar.
The man again frowned. Oh, he's starting to understand the situation.
I looked at the photo of the boy.
"What's his name?"
"Fabia."
"Can you send this photo to my phone?"
"certain."
Eri immediately asked for the phone number of Tegar, then sent the picture through the green application.
***
Drrrt ... Drrrt ....
"This time I can't transfer the money" one woman said after receiving a phone call.
"You want to dig your own grave?" threaten someone across there.
The woman sounded a rough sigh.
"I mean, I can only give you the cash."
Hearing the woman's words, the person opposite the connection directly arranged a meeting.
"Well," said the woman, then disconnected the call.
"If he stays alive, then I won't be able to live quietly" he murmured with a stern look.
After that, the woman immediately got ready, then set out to meet someone who had just spoken to her.
Arriving at the door, her body suddenly collided with her husband.
"Aaron!" mumbling slowly. His body was knocked back. Panic expressions instantly dominated his duration.
"Hima, where are you going?" asked Arun to the wife, he was forced to turn around, because there was a file left behind.
Hima could not answer. His tongue suddenly fell.
Because he also did not get an answer from his wife, Arun's gaze immediately turned to the blue tote bag that was carried by Hima.
"What's that?" tanya Arun while frowning.
Hima stuttered.
"Nrou ...."
"Why do you look panicked? Is there something you're hiding from me?" it was Cecar Arun who was beginning to suspect something.
"N-no, sweetie." Hima tried to avoid. His hands began to swerve spoiled in the arms of the husband. Mainstay style.
"I have an appointment to see Clemira, here's the order." Hima's lying. The bag contains cash that will be given to the person who called it.
"Oh, great. That way you won't be too late in grief." Arun stroked Hima's cheeks gently.
Of course Arun just believes. The wife works as a fashion designer. However, new beginners. So, the flight hours are still low.
His suspicions are baseless. Arun was self-defeating.
"Why are you back, hm?" ask Hima in a spoiled tone. As always.
"There's a file that's missing, I have to pick it up. Do you want me to take you?" Arun offers.
"Ah, no need, dear. I'll just bring my own car." Hima refused subtly. Then, release her hand from the husband's arm.
Arun nodded, then headed towards the second floor. While Hima immediately left because she did not want to be late. If he was a little late, then his plan threatened to fail.
