The Untouched Heart

Chapter 9 - They're not my wife

~Hendra~

I can only smile at my phone. My fight is long. Almost six years married, my wife hasn't loved me. Mahendra Satya Perkasa, a man who does not let anyone stop him from achieving his goal, cannot conquer his own wife's heart.

Our marriage only bound her body to me, making us physically acquainted and intimate with each other. But soul-wise, I'm sure that only I will die if he leaves me. Only I felt the pain of loss when we were far away. I am the only one who loves him with all my heart.

I have to admit that his ex is a wonderful man. He can make a woman stay in love for so long, even when they are no longer together. What has he done while they are still together so Za's love for him can be so deep?

I did everything I could to win her heart. I gave her whatever she wanted, took her wherever she dreamed she was, and let her do whatever she planned. But all failed miserably.

But the fact that my wife had no feelings for me no longer made me sad. I have accepted that if only his body could have me, I would not force it to get his heart as well.

She always responds well to me whenever I kiss her or whenever we sleep together. Even if he doesn't love me, at least he doesn't hate me. I just need to be patient until he opens his heart to me. I'm sure I still have hope.

“You Mighty Mahendra, right?” I heard the voice of a woman. I raised my head and saw a woman in a black suit that seemed expensive standing before me.

“True,” I replied briefly, then went back to reading the news that was on my tablet screen.

“Ah, what a coincidence we meet here.” He sat down on an empty chair in front of me then extended his hand to me. “Include,”

“I will not let you sit there,” I said in a flat tone.

“I don't see any prohibition to sit anywhere I want. Isn't this the executive lounge? Anyone who is entitled to be in this room can choose his seat.” She smiled as she wiped her hair behind her ears, trying to tease me.

When she put both her hands on the table and lowered her body so I could see her cleavage, and one of her legs touched my feet under the table, I stood up. I brought my tablet and my bag and looked for another table with two empty seats.

A waiter came up to me and asked me what I wanted to drink. I ordered a cup of black coffee and asked him to move the empty chair in front of me. He did what I asked and then went to make my order.

I used to be surprised when the women who tried to approach me did not decrease even though I was married. No kidding, sometimes even married women openly tease me in public.

They usually invite me to meet if I show an expression that I don't know them, talk to me, pretend to nudge me and spill a drink, or pretend to be close to me by touching my back or arms when greeting. Not infrequently they do like the woman before, touching my feet with her feet. If I didn't leave, he would have kept raising his legs until he touched my thighs.

Who says abuse is only experienced by a woman? Men also experience it often. But I don't want to take a headache and prolong the problem. I learned that if there are men and women involved in the abuse, it must be men who are considered guilty parties. I don't want to tarnish my parents' good name just because of the trivial things I can still handle.

If only Za had done that, I would have kissed her all out in this place no matter if people would have seen her. I could already imagine that she would laugh out loud and ask for forgiveness so that I would stop my kiss. Yeah, God. The sound of her laughter makes me very happy.

But my wife would never do it. It is always me who takes the initiative in everything that involves intimacy. She would never suddenly hug me or kiss me. Even during our marriage, she never bothered to surprise me.

There was a notice that the plane I was riding on invited the passengers to enter the fuselage. I waited for a moment before waiting in line with the other passengers. I don't want to jostle when I get on the plane.

I took the tablet out of the bag and kept my bag in the cabin baggage. I was just sitting alone in first class, so I didn't have to worry about anyone bothering me during the flight. I put on my seatbelt and looked outside the plane through the window beside me. Thank goodness the weather was clear today.

“Hai,” greet someone from my right. The plane had been in the air for some time, I was still serious about my reading on the tablet. I think this will make people reluctant to invite me to talk, it turns out there are still those who cannot stay silent to see me busy with myself.

“Ya?” I turned my head and a woman showed me her neat teeth.

“New you from business travel?” tanyanya looked at the clothes I was wearing.

“The plane will land in about an hour, I just want to chat to pass the time.” She combed her hair with her right hand and put her hair to her right shoulder so that her left neck was no longer covered in hair.

“Just wake up your husband and chat with him.” I pointed with my eyes towards her husband who was slumbering by her side.

“He just attended a very tiring business meeting, I did not ...” He leaned his body against the left arm of the chair so that his cleavage was visible to me. What exactly is inside the heads of these women? Do they think all the men will drool at the sight of the two objects and get aroused by them?

“If there is nothing important, I want to continue my reading,” cut me who does not want my time wasted just to serve the wife of others. Do I need to dress in tatters wherever I go so they stop teasing me?

I can't tell you how relieved I was when the plane I was on landed. I can't wait to hug my wife. Kafin was already waiting outside the arrival terminal, he immediately approached me when he saw me and picked up the suitcase I was carrying.

After I sat in the car, I turned on the phone and let it vibrate for a while because of the incoming message. I intend to check the incoming message, when my phone vibrates. I read the name on the screen.

“Iya, Sherry,” my handkerchief after putting the phone near my ear.

“IT section found a suspicious account belonging to one of the board of directors, Pak.” Sherry was my secretary and she never talked to me about it. He always spoke directly to the subject. “They want to know if they are sending their findings report now or continue the search then give a full report to Mr.”

“I'll call them now. The hours of returning home from work are long over, you just go home,” I said giving the order. The woman complied and I ended our phone call.

I select a number on the contact list on the phone and touch the phone symbol. A man answered the phone on the second ring. “Goodnight, Mr. Hendra.”

“I want you to find another source of savings. If there is no more, I want to hear the full report from you as soon as tomorrow in my room,” I said without returning his greeting.

“Good, Sir. And there is one more thing,” said the man in a hesitant tone. I let him continue. “There was a suspicious email addressed to Mr. Xavier that was just sent this afternoon, Mr.”

“Forward to my email, I will read the contents.”

“Surelnya sent using your email, Sir. I'm immediately suspicious that you're not the sender because you're on a flight. You never activate the internet connection on your device while on the plane.”

“Good. Continue your work.” After hearing the answer, I immediately opened my work email. Whoever sent him, he planned to ruin my business partnership with Xavier. But I ignored the email and immediately chose my best friend's number.

“If you call to confirm the email I received, don't worry. I know it's not from you.” Xavier laughed across the phone. Hearing his distinctive English accent made me feel like I was still in his country.

“Thank you, Vier.” I smiled with relief.

“But their efforts can be too. Every choice is similar to the way you write an email. I almost believe that it's not because we communicate through your personal email.” Xavier said the same thing I was afraid of. “Have you arrived in Jakarta?”

“Iya. Say hello to Annora.”

“And greetings from us to Kirana.”

How dare they try to ruin the cooperation that I got so hard. The amount of money involved in this project is no joke. I could go bankrupt if Xavier sues me for breaching the contract.

Not only will I put the culprit in jail, but I will also make sure that he will not get a job anywhere. No one should think that he can destroy the fruits of my labor.