The Ours In Another Story

15. Gift For Monika

His secretary has already begun to step outside. Jovan is now back alone in his room. He put the pen that he had grasped earlier and chose to scroll instagram looking for ideas hampers that were hits among young people as a gift for Monika. Feeling that he did not get the idea, he decided to call his twin Jevan, usually the child is smarter when it comes to pleasing the wife.

“Ya loves it anyway. If my beauty is more fun to be invited to culinary than shopping or buying gifts. Monik is not that. Yes anyways you are the same Monik how long just a birthday gift just by asking here and there?” jevan said.

“Recover confused me. Monik tuh if there needs nothing never asked. Very independent of him, I want to offer you need to buy anything he always answers do not need anything. People have their own income as well,” confided Jovan.

"It's pretty I don't have my own income? He has more money than I do, by the way. Therefore, if you have a wife, do not be allowed to be too independent. Missing the prestige of you being a husband," said Jevan made Jovan speechless. Come to think of it right too. He frees his wife so much that she is no longer needed by Monika.

“Kado birthday is not just about what he needs Jo time. Try to buy lingerie, but he becomes seneng. If he uses you also splashed seneng.”

“Bocah sableng. 5 minutes my precious wasted know no. I thought you'd give me some real advice. Really nice Je.”

“Boos too, joking is very serious very alive. Yes it is up to you Jo, love something that means it does not have to be tangible goods. Maybe invite her on a date, have a romantic dinner, or whatever I'm sure she won't turn down. Do something out of the box. Which you don't usually do. Let it be the best surprise for him that matters not how luxurious but how genuine. That means a lot to him.”

Brilliant idea. Ok, Jovando's fixer will be asking his first lady for a date tomorrow. One day his work agenda is empty tomorrow night. It seems that inviting a romantic dinner Monik at a starry restaurant can be a promising option. Mumpung again there are parents Monik is also visiting so the children have friends at home.

Jovando that night came home with a box of donuts for the children and a couple of glasses of Monik-ordered vanilla latte. Tirta and Genta were studying with their eyes, while Monik was still washing dishes in the kitchen. Jovando immediately followed Monik after greeting the children for a while. He pulled out a red rose for Monik and kissed her cheek while saying happy birthday.

Even though it is not his age but small surprises like this are always Monik gladly accepted without the slightest protest. After all, Jovan never exaggerated when giving a surprise, ala perfunctory origin Monik already happy. Jovan is actually having a romantic dinner tomorrow, and intends to leave the children to her mother-in-law for a few hours. She intends to give me time to Monika who she believes must be tired of being the wife and mother of her children.

The next day Jovan was still working as usual, busy with this dossier and it was also a mounting report filling his desk. In order to finish his work before Maghrib, he had to bribe his secretary to want to work overtime with him today. Although the request was somewhat bumpy but yes, rather than his secretary it became a weathered bachelor because it failed a weekend date tomorrow pity as well.

“Hallo Bun?” Jovan immediately picked up the phone coming from Monik.

“Dad, Mother impression after ashar tersepetan no? I want to buy Mama's order. Later I do not need to pick up to the house, Mother only to the office,” said Monik.

“Spirit Father..,” says Monik.

“Mother's spirit, you be careful on the road yes.”

Only after the phone was turned off and Jovan again struggled with all the analysis of the work of the employees who berjubel. In a series, two strings, until the children become multiple paragraphs. Jovan used to do all this. Though his two brothers are design experts but somehow he could not if he had to follow the same path.

Though he had dreamed of becoming a painter, just because his image was praised by Mama. It was fortunate that he realized he was not talented in the field and soon found his way to his true dream until he ended up here, behind the table sipped the coffee that was left half in a cup that was already as cold as Jovan's AC room.

Adhan had begun to reverberate, Jovan paused his work and sat quietly listening to the new Adhan after he stepped towards the mosque on the 1st floor to participate in the usual congregation prayers in imami by Mr. Ahmad, the office security guard. After the prayer, Jovan took the time to check the work of his subordinates and just returned to his room to prepare to welcome his beloved First Lady who was soon to come.

Jovan's face was still radiant when he teased Rafael who was confused because he was frantically looking for his cellphone even though he was in his chest pocket. Just as he was about to go further, he saw a single silhouette that should not be there. The shadow of a girl in bright red was seen sitting on the sofa in Jovan's room which was partly made of glass.

Jovan is still able to think positively even though in his heart he was worried. The girl was carrying a red map that somehow smelled stinging like being accidentally sprayed with perfume. Jovan did not turn, not even glancing. His eyes were completely fixed only on the proposal brought by the girl without realizing that this woman before him had started to sit on the table while crossing his legs.

Jovan only realized this unpleasant position when he heard Monika calling her name from the direction of the door. Monika's hand tightened like trying to crush the doorknob she was holding, but a second later she gave a sweet smile to the girl in front of Jovan.

“You're here to work or flirt with someone's husband?” tanya Monik is still calm.

“Who are you?” not afraid of this girl even asked.

“Me? Monika Arum Sari's. The wife of the person you just seduced. Go away before I call the security to kick you out,” said Monika still with a friendly tone. Rafael from his desk heard the commotion made him barge in, dragging the strange girl out leaving his boss standing on the verge of death.

“Bun..,”