The Perfect Happiness

S2 - Eps 112

Jefri POV's.

I woke up in full clothes. My head's dizzy. Very very dizzy. I blinked my eyes many times. As soon as my vision felt perfect, I realized I was in my bedroom, in my house. I threw my hand to feel the side of me and turned, Tika is not there.

Where's she?

Is he awake?

I try to sit with my head still feeling heavy. Go to the bathroom to clean my body and get ready to go to the office.

'Is Tika angry with me because I pushed her yesterday?' I thought when I was done getting dressed.

I am outrageous. I shouldn't be that rude to my own wife. She's pregnant with my son now, my twins. We should have all the problems we talked about first, not like yesterday. I'm hatty.

I hurriedly descended the stairs after grabbing my phone, then checked my appearance in front of the mirror. I have to be neat, because this morning there will be a follow-up meeting with some employees.

While in the middle of the stairs I heard the door of the room below, next to the kitchen squeaking. At that moment I saw my wife coming up from behind the door. Staring at me, our eyes clashed against each other. I don't know why I'm even continuing my footsteps to get out of the house.

Bruuk!!

I threw my hand on the steering wheel of the car, venting my anger. Not upset with Tika. But I'm upset with myself.

"Why didn't I come here and he said sorry?!" annoyed me, this time I grabbed the rough hair I had been neatly combed.

"Stupid! You idiot!" then I hit the steering wheel again many times.

I tried to catch my hunting breath, while imagining the feeling of Tika being hurt by my actions last night until just now. I'm sure he must have hated me so much that he would have preferred to sleep in the basement alone.

After my breathing stabilized, I decided to immediately go to the office. Because I had to immediately accept the acquisition offer from Max to save papa's company.

All day in the office, I really couldn't focus on the work that was in front of my eyes. I have a lot of documents to check. Even Mr. Hardi did not allow me to relax for a moment, even if only to touch my phone.

I can understand, because I have so much to fix in this company.

Not to mention some employees who have to be forced to get a PHK. It makes my mood more and more uncontrollable.

Every day I go through with busyness that so occupies my time in this company. Schedule meetings that are always there every day. What's more when the acquisition project promised by Max starts running. Makes me forget all the habits I've ever had with my wife. It even made me get used to this kind of situation. Going in a hurry, without informing me, without having lunch together and making me sleep faster than usual.

Day after day we went through without any change. I realized, we do have one trait in common, which is mindfulness.

Me or Tika often feel no better than each other. Especially if in such circumstances. I admit, this is certainly not good for our mental development. It made us feel so isolated that we felt ignored each other. All of this is in our feelings. Not more.

That's me and Tika. We always hope for the best, but in reality we are like this. They hesitate to start and limit each other.

The months we spent, the more I grew tired. I can't stand it if I have to be like this constantly. I want to caress her stomach, take my twins to talk to each other. I want to put my ears on his stomach to listen to my two children, what they're doing in there.

I want to be like any other father-to-be. Accompanying my own wife to get through her pregnancy. But will he forgive me?

He and I still sleep together and in bed. I wake up late every morning and have to skip breakfast with him.

"Darling ... You didn't have breakfast?" when I managed to get down the stairs, I could only look at her at that moment. Surprised because he wanted to greet me.

I don't know why my tongue seems to be confused, unable to answer his words. For a moment my body took me around and headed straight for the car. This time I regretted my attitude.

I held my hand to land on my own cheek. Plaac!! I slapped my own face.

Why didn't I come to him earlier when he greeted me? Why did I waste this opportunity? You idiot!

Even to keep her at home, I had to ask her brother Max for help.

Right, I asked Max for help to deploy his men to watch over Tika, while at home. Because I still feel alarmed by Dana's terror, which either my wife still accepts or not.

The same thing happened a few days ago. I calmed down a bit when one of Max's men told me my wife was being accompanied by her friend at home all day. That day I came home too late, around 9 p.m. As a result of the meeting with the highest ranks in the company.

Arriving at home, I saw Alex's car parked by the side of the road. In front of our house. I exhaled a sigh of relief. At least Tika does not feel lonely and is often accompanied by them, Alex and Lisa. Because I'm sure Alex must be Lisa's. There was no way he would dare to go alone to my house.

But again, I did not say hello to them. I just threw my smile and went straight to my room. I decided to clean my body first. Unfortunately, I fell asleep in the bathtub for a while.

After realizing I immediately rinsed my body and then condemned my behavior that was too ridiculous. But who would have thought, when I came out of the bathroom, I found my wife who had fallen asleep under her soft blanket.

I regret.

I slowly approached her, looking at her face that I had not loved for a long time. I slipped the child a hair that covered part of his face. Intentionally I touched her cheeks, stroked gently until I pushed my body forward, I leaned slightly so that my lips could reach hers.

I kissed him slowly so he wouldn't wake up from his sleep. His eyes were puffy, maybe he finished crying over me, hating my attitude that ignored him.

Until my gaze turned to her open blanket, displaying her protruding belly behind her nightgown. Every now and then I glanced at her, with my hand trying to grab the surface of her womb. Once again I leaned my body to kiss her stomach.

He moved his body, moaned and then turned around. I could only pull out the blanket and cover her body again. Only then did I move on to occupy my sleeping position beside her.

Last night I slept sideways, looking at the face I still love to this day. But the further we walk through this marriage, the harder it is to express my heart. Not like before.

***

This afternoon I received a short message from Tika. A message that asked me to accompany him checked the contents. Well, if it is calculated the content is already very large and it is time to be checked again.

Gts ...

Gts ...

"Come in" I said as the door of my room opened on tap.

I saw the figure of Mr. Hardi who was standing in the doorway, then stepped in closer to me. Sitting at my desk. I looked at him, taking away a short message from my wife and some documents I had previously studied.

"What's up, sir?" tanyaku brief.

"When are you going to hire a new secretary? We've got the right one." Mr. Hardi excitedly told me that.

'Wait a minute, new secretary?' my inner.

I scrunched my forehead and looked at a middle-aged man who was now also looking at me. I told him before, if you don't call me 'father' if you're alone with me.

"I never asked for a secretary." I shook my head.

"But you need it, to set all the schedules that you will go through later. What if the company is stable. There will be more and more schedules that you will not be able to remember and you record it on your phone" he said while shrugging his shoulder. He glanced at my phone on the table.

I took a glance at the thin object I had placed on the table, next to my elbow.

I'm still trying to digest every word for word that was said by Mr. Hardi. It's true, when the company stabilizes again, there will be more meetings that occur and I will be more busy. There is no way that I can remember all those schedules, whereas I have to learn a few things before the meeting takes place. But ...

"I don't need a secretary. I can handle everything myself first." I confirmed it to him.

Mr. Hardi just looked at me with a gamang. He no longer dared to speak my strict words.

I know, Mr. Hardi is a confidant of papa. He has been working for a long time to help me run this company. It's just, I feel like this time he's trying to set me up. And I don't like that.

"Is there anything else we need to talk about?" I try to stay polite, but I can't seem to.

My words made Pak Hardi stand up straight from his chair, having previously had time to tap on my glass table with the tip of his index finger. Then go by, get out of my room.

I exhaled with relief. It feels like being intimidated. The last few days Mr. Hardi was like that. I even caught him eavesdropping a few times when I got a call from Max.

Yeah, I didn't tell anyone in this company who helped the papa's son. Which has a big impact on the recovery of major companies. Including Mr. Hardi, because Max and I agreed to do this.

I leaned my back against my work chair, massaging the base of my nose that was painful. Then go back to work on some more documents, before it's time to go home.

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