Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

52. Meet Humaira

Kiara looked at her husband with a sharp eye. Upset and wanted to swear at her husband. Kiara is bored if you have to stay at home, is not it more fun to be in an office with her husband? He's okay anyway. His hand was hot because he was hit by coffee which he accidentally hit, but it was not a problem because Kiara could hold it.

"Mas Abie, Kiara is not papa ikh. Why go home?" The woman whined still sitting cross-legged on their king-size bed.

"Your hands don't tell me. It'll get hotter. Now change clothes first." Habibie thrust out the casual dress she took from inside the closet.

"Turn back!" pinta Kiara's.

"Why? I already know everything. What else is there to hide?"

"Mas Abieeeee~~!" Kiara pursed her lips in annoyance because her husband was teasing her like that instead.

The man chuckled, he turned around even though not actually doing it was okay. However, because his wife asked, Habibie certainly should not refuse. Once Kiara sulked, Habibie had to find ways to persuade her. It was already an unpleasant thing for Kiara to silence her without a word.

"Udah," said Kiara still with an upset tone.

Smile at the knot on Habibie's lips. The man sat in front of his wife, grabbed her hand and blew it long enough.

Kiara's heart is getting out of control. The woman refused to take her eyes off her handsome husband. Habibie is too dear to ignore.

Today Kiara may be upset, but it won't be long. Kiara will be cured in a few hours. He was aware of his easy-to-change mood. Habibie is the biggest challenge in his life, where at this time Kiara should be more able to put something not because of ego but for good in the future.

If he is currently stubborn, do not blame him, where there is a secretary working less than 2 hours in the office. This is something wrong.

"If you need anything, don't do it yourself. Call Bi Arum, keep cooking. I'll buy you your favorite chicken. Work from home!"

Habibie rubbed the top of his wife's head. He tried to persuade because he did not want to make Kiara more upset. "Go to the office first, come home a little later."

"Mas Abieee!"

Kiara hugged Habibie instead, she refused to let go of her husband. Kiara really does not want to be left, somehow there is something stuck in her heart, Kiara like restless but she does not know what it is because.

"How about not going to the office again? Kiara suddenly feels bad huh? There is no such urgent schedule."

Habibie. The man let go of Kiara's embrace then looked at the female face in front of him. One thing Habibie knew, Kiara did not lie, there was indeed a worried look on her face, no longer sulking like that.

"Mas isn't long, honey. Just for a second. I'll go home when it's all done."

"But, Mas---"

"Say he wants a honeymoon, how about making plans now. Mas also has to finish some work so we can go more flat."

The caress of the man's hand on Kiara's face made the woman close her eyes. Kiara smiled even though she still felt something was stirring in her heart.

"Yes, Mas Abie promised not long. Kiara wait, Mas!"

After Habibie's departure, Kiara exhaled a rough breath. The woman tried to shake off the strange thought in her head. Habibie is a man who is very committed, there is no way he can do the obvious thing - obviously not to do.

"Eummmm. Wudhu first. Who knows, it could be quieter."

The woman moved from her seat. Kiara knows this from her husband, relying only on the creator, so that, when she is afraid, angry, agitated, or has bad thoughts, Kiara is advised to take ablution water and if it is possible Kiara is also advised to pray sunnah asking for help from Allah. Amazingly, it always had a good effect for Kiara. The woman could feel the calmness as she truly put everything to God.

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"She's a new employee?" habibie asked the guy on the phone. "Yes, send the person's bio to my room. I will soon be at the office. Hmmm, wa'alaikums."

A rough gust of breath came out of Habibie's mouth. The man stared at his phone screen for a while. The picture of the wife was displayed as wallpaper on her phone and the one who did that was certainly her own wife.

"Hopefully I can keep and keep my promise, Kiara."

About 30 minutes passed, Habibie had arrived in front of the company. Get into the lobby with sure steps. The man nodded to the few people who greeted giving a salute.

The man got into the elevator. He stared outside for a moment after pressing the button to which floor he should go.

However, just as the elevator door was about to close, Habibie suddenly saw the shadow of someone. The man's hand reflexes directly held down the elevator door. He walked out, looking left-right for the person who had just stolen his attention. The man tried to search the hallways on both sides. However, the result was nil, Habibie found nothing.

"Maybe I saw it wrong," murmured Habibie. ****** that came back out of his mouth. Habibie got into the elevator that would take him to the floor where the room was.

Sometimes he keeps looking here and there. Habibie is still looking for that figure, why Habibie still hope if that was not a hallucination.

Not wanting to be too messed up, the man chose to busied himself with a pile of work. He forgot that he had asked Gibran to send biodata employees who had made his wife hurt.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Come in" Habibie said.

The man entered, he lowered his head with his knees and trembling hands.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir. I'm Humaira, Mr. Gibran told me to come to Father's room."

Nah!

The sentence the woman said made Habibie stop the pencil scratches on the sheet. His originally ordinary face turned cold and frightening. "Wa'alaikums." Habibie answered without raising his face.

"So you are--"

Habibie's sentence hung as he looked up and his pair of neutrals saw a female figure in front. Habibie was made to sculpt, his heartbeat seemed to stop right then and there, even his blood flow was frozen, his breathing was heavy as if when there was a big rock hitting his chest.

"Aisha," Habibie murmured with great difficulty.