The Winged Angel

36. Bickering

A month has passed.

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Both my pupils scanned around, as the car led me out of the yard. Maybe there are Beno's men who remain stubbornly tailing. I asked Henry to enjoy my time as normally as I used to. Without a shadow of Beno's army. I want only Mr. Min to be able to drive me.

Early in the morning, Henry had left for Bali, to attend a shareholder meeting in his company. I don't want to come. There's been a trauma for me in the meantime to that place. It's still hard to forget the tragic events I've experienced there. Thankfully, Henry understood.

Time passed without feeling. It's been almost a month since our honeymoon trip. Henry and I always spend time together. Today Henry is getting busy with his work.

With my husband at work, I want to enjoy my time. Women need 'me time' to drive out saturation. I miss walking alone down the sale stalls in the mall. Hunting discount clothes. Or just sit eating a cup of ice cream, while washing your eyes, pay attention to the busyness of people who pass by. Read a free book at the Gramedia bookstore. That's me for real. I miss repeating it.

The car driven by Mr. Min moved into the parking area, in the largest basement mall in our city. It's the first time I've been out of the house without Henry.

"Sir Min, just wait in the car, yeah!" I said while closing the car door.

"Ready, Madam," said the middle-aged man.

I thought something, turned again towards him.

"Sir, Min."

"Yes?" His head was out the car door.

"Sir Min doesn't have to wait in the car. Wait at the cafe ahead if I'm long."

"At the cafe?" he asked with a confused look.

"Yes. Mr. Min waited for me while drinking coffee. I'll call you when I'm done."

I threw a smile at him before continuing.

The cling! Just a few swings my feet away from the car. The phone is ringing. Stop stepping, I immediately grabbed the flat object from inside the sling bag.

(Where are you, honey? ) Who else if not a chat from the husband.

My fingers nimblely typing reply (New nyampe mol )

The cling! immediately replied (Don't be long, yes, Non. I worry )

Diiih .. I rotate the eyeball. Worry what? His wife was just a way to the mole.

I take another reply (Silent, Ayang. Inside the mole is safe there is a securitinya )

Just three steps.

The ringing suddenly sounded. The name 'Soul Part' is shown with a green icon. Henry himself named the contact number on my phone. He's funny, right?

"Assalamu' alaikum, dear." His voice immediately grabbed me as soon as my phone picked up.

"Wa' alaikum salam. The meeting's over?"

"Pak Min is the same as you, right?" Even back to her.

I breathe out slowly. "Some, wait in the car. First of all, baby, I'm going to take the escalator. Entar. Goodbye." I'm closing the phone.

***

Stand tall in front of the storefront, a famous brand underwear outlet. Eyeballs stared dazzledly at the lingerie attached to one of the women's mannequins. The maroon color with soft lace adorns the fringes of the material, making the mannequin look very sexy.

Hmm ... I glanced at my chin with my right forefinger, imagining, if I wore it in front of my husband. Can rub the cheek of tomatoes. My lips can't help but smile.

"You want this, Ma'am? Latest models. Looks like the size and color match the same, Ma'am. Tryable. There are other colors as well." A beautiful SPG deftly approached me.

"Start." A price tag hanging at the bottom of the lingerie.

What the? My mouth was immediately funny. Really m-muohol! Worth the price of the first laptop I bought in college. Not wrong with the price? Just be right.

"A lot of zeros, Ma'am."

My eyes darted towards the SPG, as if he was the one who set the price on the label. But I know it's not him.

The cling! Hapeku. A message from Henry again.

(Don't go long to the mole. After the meeting I went straight home. Not until the afternoon at home. )

Oh, geez. Here, husband. It's got one item yet.

"Where, Ma'am? So, yeah, Mommy!" woo the SPG.

"No, ah, Ma'am. Budget is not enough."

"Buy two twenty percent discount, you know, Ma'am."

Especially buy two. Mending his money to buy a cilok one cart. Can make alms with neighboring children one complex.

I left the disappointed face of the girl.

****

"Good day, Ma'am. Our stand today held a free bakery course promo. Please come in if you are interested!" A handsome man wearing an apron intercepted my steps in front of a stand.

What did I say? A handsome? Ck .. Henry is the most handsome.

"Free?" The Alram in my brain immediately lit up. Ting!

"Yes, Ma'am. Free bread making course" he said again.

Henry's face suddenly loomed over his head. Henry loved to eat bread.

"You dong!" sahutku fast.

"Please enter!" He swung his right hand towards the door of the bakery stand, with a smile.

Hmm ... the aroma of the newly appointed toast dancing in front of my nose. Henry would be very happy if his wife could make good bread.

Bruk! My body was a little unsteady clashing with a fat mother. The woman was heading outside while I was just in.

"What's free! He was told to buy a mixer. Expensive again," he said stirring at the smaller mother beside him, responded with a quick nod of his friend. Both of their faces looked angry. My existence seems invisible.

Wah ... I'm fucked.

"What, Mom, did that mother say? After the course was told to buy a mixer?" I stared in disbelief at the mas-mas wearing the apron beside me.

"Eng .. That's called symbiotic mutualism, Ma'am. We're mutually beneficial."

"That's not so ah. It's called mode, Mas!" I said a little tart.

"Yeah .. the Ma'am. It's also called effort, Mother."

"No, I'm out then. Thanks." Thanks."

Wonderful, effort. But then it's the same way betmen trap.

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My face immediately stared at the ice cream stand in the corner. Visitors are not so crowded. There is a seat near the glass wall with a nice view.

Not yet have my feet reached the goal. The strings ring again. Paused. Incoming call from the Soul Section against the background of the handsome face of the husband.

This is a real husband meeting what's not, anyway? Time from then on the phone only. My eyebrows are starting to cling.

I looked at some of Henry's smiling faces on the device. Lift .... No? Not lifted up ater durhaka.

"Have you finished the meeting?" I asked first.

"Still on the mole?" Like he was asking back.

"Still." I continued to step closer to the ice cream stand.

"Why so?"

"Dih .. kepo."

Henry chuckled at my voice which sounded riled.

"Pengen follow-up snacking," he said again.

My mouth commits to kamit without sound, reading the menu price listed on the wall stand. One hand still holds the phone attached to the ear. Costly prices.

"Yes ...."

"Hmm ...?" My eyes were still concentrating on comparing prices. Which is about ice cream is large but the price is cheaper. The stand guard stood patiently in front of me.

"No, Nope?" henry protest.

"I'm on the ice cream menu, Hen. Yes, yes, dear. Close it first." I'll switch it off again.

"There's a promo, right?"

"Sorry, Ma'am. There's nothing."

"Yes, buy that one." I have the cheapest menu.

Hmm ... finally can also sit back and enjoy the chocolate flavored ice cream. The mouth is packed with chocolate granules found in ice cream. My eyes.

My eyes narrowed. It seems I recognize the man sitting on the bench. His face was covered with a book. The minus eye people read books not very.

Tuh ... she nodded again. Such a big stature is the work of Beno's men. Ah .. lest Henry tell me to.

I selected the Soul Hemisphere on the contact list hape. A connecting tone of the song 'You' re Still The One' was heard.

"You told Beno's men to follow me?" shoot me right away, once the dial stops.

"What the hell, honey?"

"And I told you today I don't want to be followed by them" I said. Though I'm not sure if it's Beno's men. It means to lure Henry to be honest.

"Which Beno's men followed you? Wrong look at the time."

"I really saw. I don't know whose name he is. But I've seen it's Beno's men."

"Maybe it just so happened that he was on holiday again, the road to the mole too, keep meeting you there."

Ish ... can be. My eyeballs are spinning.

"And I told you. I don't like them tailing me."

"Entar I told Beno. So that he may be far from you."

Tuh, it really is.

***

"Min's father." I'll call Mr. Min by phone.

"Have you finished the shopping, ma'am?"

"Sir Min went home first. Don't wait for me."

"Why, Madam?"

"I met a friend at the mole. Go home alone."

"But Madam ...." I'll hang up the phone immediately.

After eating ice cream, I moved quickly towards the exit of the mall. I'm disappointed in Henry. He wouldn't listen to my desire to enjoy time without the body guards. I think Henry's overreacting. Even though Mr. Min is enough.

I deliberately passed the man I suspected was following. Kurekam. Our eyes collided. I saw a surprised look in the man's eyes. He was caught red-handed. I recognize her as one of Beno's crocos.

As a protest I tried to make them lose track of me. They must have trouble keeping up, if I were to blend in among the many female visitors. I entered the crowd of women who filled the first floor, because there was a beauty demo there. My body then infiltrated among the people who came out of the mall.

Rasainic. Who told you to be a stalker?

***

"The hodgepodge is one, sir. Cayenne pepper five."

"Geeh, Ma'am. Wait a minute, yeah, Ma'am."

I nodded happily, then chose a long bench facing the pond that was inside the city park. I used to love spending time with Pipit, sitting in this city park reading novels.

Happiness is simple. Being able to enjoy time in a quiet place like this, it felt like it was enough for me. At work hours like now. Deserted city park. Only a few people look past.

Hmm .. I breathed fresh air into the lungs. Shady cherry trees, which are widely found in the city park, produce a lot of oxygen. In front of me was a pond filled with lotus flowers blooming. Beautiful this world.

"Gado-gadonya, Ma'am. Cayenne pepper five." Mr. gado-gado merchant delivered my order.

"Thank you."

My stomach is very hungry. The sighting of these hodgepodge is very tempting. The aroma of peanut spices combined with the pungent smell of cayenne pepper is so tempting. Especially sprinkled with red krupuk. I intentionally ordered more togenya. By suburrr.

Oops! Remember the husband. Bribe stopped. A spoon filled with hodgepodge floated in the air. Henry's been eating yet? I'm good at dealing with hodgepodge.

I'm making a call to the Soul Mate.

"Assalamu" aleikum."

"Wa" alaikum salam. Your voice makes me cry."

Tombal. Just half a day.

"Have you eaten, Yang?"

"Udah, earlier. In the office there's a lunch."

"Alhamdulillah."

"This is in front of the airport. Just go home. Where are you, honey?"

"You're having lunch. That's why you remember."

"Thank you, Honey. If you eat, gih. Intaric acid."

"Hmm .. drug."

"Dadah .. meet at home. Muah."

Phone shut. Lunch is also held in wisdom. I haven't eaten a hodgepodge of five feet in a long time. It feels really champion.

"May I sit here?"

My head suddenly looked up. A man wearing a white shirt with a neatly-mounted tie was standing next to me. I just finished eating. Still depleting mineral water in the bottle.

This is a public place. But I do mind if this guy wants to sit next to me. It doesn't feel appropriate.

"Sorry, if you mind. It'sit's okay. Then I just need a little time."

"What time?" I'm starting to fret. The city park is deserted. All I see is the gado-gado salesman.

"First of all, my name is Abdul Kadir." The man held out his hand, shaking hands.

I'm getting restless.

"I'm sorry I can't shake hands with men."

"Astagfirulloh's chat. Sorry, Ma'am. I should have known that. Because of the hijab."

"Sorry, Mas. I need to get home soon. My husband is waiting."

"Just a moment, Ma'am. I beg you for the time. Just one minute ... Just!" He begged.

I'm shaking. Moreover, I saw the gado-gado seller starting to push his cart away from there.

"I'm sorry I can't. Next time," I replied nervously.

"Come, Ma'am. A minute can't." He followed me behind.

"Heh .. dare you disturb our Boss Madam!" Suddenly, three big men approached. They're Beno's men.

Since when are they here?

Brak! Bruk! Brak! Plaque! Pork! They attacked the man.

"Agot!!" The stranger who was bothering me was screaming.

"Have ... stop!" I'm trying to break up.

"Let's call Mrs Boss." One of the big guys.

"You too. What's the big-ass maksa?" I asked the man in the white shirt.

"I'm just looking for windfall, Ma'am. I want perfume. I'm a perfume salesman" he said while holding his stomach.

"Gosh ... Why didn't you say that? You're scaring me."

"Sorry, Ma'am."

"Hhh .. yes, already. You let him go" I told the big men.

They comply. I immediately walked out of the city park.

"Don't follow me!" I said so consciously Beno's men followed my steps.

"We're going to take Mrs Boss home."

Hiiih .. I'm going the same way with them.

"I can go home alone" I said.

Wonder .. I think they've lost track of me in the mall. My ears are still being overshadowed. That means they've been watching me. I was in vain trying to get away from the mall. Bummer.

My time today is over. Aaaargha!

I stopped a passing taxi. Home with a pouty face.

****

Whatisthis? My eyes widened to see a goody bag containing maroon-colored lingerie lying on the bed.

Something else made my hair stand up. On top of the nightstand a large box with a picture of a mixer lay sweetly tied ribbon.

What does all this mean?

"Henryy!!!!"