Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

97. Suspicious.

☀Suspicious can develop into prejudices that erode trust.☀

Jakarta.

“Honey! Open door, dong, please!” Reyfan scrambled his hair, squeezing his own head in frustration. A shabby face with disheveled hair and clothes made it look very messy this morning.

“Miho, come! The shrimp! Haven't punished me enough to sleep outside last night?” he shouted while knocking on the whitewashed door in front of him, “I had an important meeting this morning, it could be messed up if it was too late.”

Reyfan knocked on the door repeatedly, but there was no answer from inside. Aneesha was so angry that she would not let her husband in.

“You have no idea to help me, Leh?” Reyfan looked back, glancing annoyed at Soleh who had just stood still, not helping him at all.

“Ora,” (no) replied Soleh flat, no load at all.

Reyfan shrunk, realizing there was no point in asking Soleh. He approached, then put his cheek on the door and shouted in a pleading tone, “Miho dear! Let Piho in, dong. Piho love anything Miho asks, deh.”

Silent. Still no answer from within.

Shortly after, we heard footsteps climbing the stairs. Relyfan and Soleh reflexes set their sights on the source of the sound. Three female figures were seen from the end of the stairs, walking closer towards them.

“Miho!” Reyfan widened his eyes, when he saw his wife with two domestic assistants coming.

“How can he emerge from there?” lirih Reyfan was talking to himself. Regretting from earlier banging on the door while screaming, it turns out the owner of the room is outside. He then turned to Soleh who just shrugged his shoulders.

Aneesha's steps followed by Lia and Dini are getting closer. Reyfan immediately controlled himself, rushed to the wife.

“Honey! From where?” Reyfan was only two meters away, but Aneesha raised her hand to stop her husband's steps.

“Stop! Stop right there!” exciting Aneesha.

Reyfan's steps hung in the air. If Soleh had not immediately responded to support, he would have fallen. With a puzzled look, he looked at Aneesha who was walking past him just like that. His wife, as if unconcerned, immediately entered the room without saying anything.

Reyfan increasingly frustrated, once again he scrambles the hair that is already unorganized. His brain was suddenly dead-end, unable to figure out a way to persuade his wife. Finally he decided to wait at the door until Aneesha let him in.

However, after a while of waiting, it was Lia who came out with a suit of work clothes and towels. Aneesha's mainstay housekeeper handed the belongings to Reyfan.

“Mas Reyfan must make sure there is no smell of alcohol and female perfume on the body, if you want to see Mbak Aneesha.” said Lia.

Reyfan snorted while accepting Lia's gift. He realized his big mistake last night when he was attending a business associate's party. If only it could resist the temptation of tasting the long-abandoned illicit drink, surely Aneesha would not be this angry. His father was even washed away in a party atmosphere, drinking until drunk and coming home late at night. So Aneesha is very angry and punishes him for sleeping on the sofa.

“This is all because of you!” Reyfan grumbled while pointing at Soleh's face.

“Lha, how, me?” Soleh does not accept blame, because he does not feel he did the wrong thing.

“Why last night didn't you try to prevent me from drinking so much? Even serve those flirtatious women who are not clear!” exclaim Reyfan with a slow but high-pitched voice.

“I wes ngelingke, sampeyan wae ora rewes!” Soleh replied that he had reminded her last night, but Reyfan did not criticize.

Reyfan snorted again, and then left. It's free to talk to Soleh, because the man must have had a thousand reasons not to be blamed. In his mind he thought, if only the one with him last night was Hara, surely something like this would not happen. Hara must have a way to prevent it before it becomes a problem.

‘Hara! How long are you gonna fuck my life up like this? Quickly return!’ reyfan in the heart. Just this time he felt very missed by his personal assistant and loyal friend.

With long steps, he went into one of the rooms to clean the body. Luckily the house he occupied had many rooms complete with bathrooms and toilets, otherwise? How to clean up, if his wife is sulking like this?

***

The scorching rays of the sun came in, through the windows and the glass doors. The morning activities that take place in the large and luxurious houses - the Reyfan and Aneesha residences - seem quite busy. Gardeners mow the lawn, weed the withered leaves so that the garden looks neat and beautiful. Home assistants do their own jobs. Some are cleaning furniture from dust, mopping floors, cleaning the kitchen and taking care of laundry.

Half ran Reyfan down the stairs, followed by Soleh who faithfully helped prepare all his needs. The man in his early 30s was smiling when he saw his wife sitting on a chair facing the dining table. Although it only looked from behind, he could guess what Aneesha was up to. Pasri was peeling apples for breakfast, a morning routine that is always done when waiting for him to finish preparing.

Reyfan rushed over to his wife, “Good morning, my wife! Lovely beautiful baby!” greet Reyfan, looking down, about to kiss his wife's head.

However, Aneesha pulled her head, avoiding her husband's touch. Reflk Reyfan straightening while grunting, “Come! Piho has taken a shower, wears clean and fragrant clothes. Masa’ is still crammed as well.”

Aneesha threw away her face, reluctantly responding to her husband's seduction. Anxiety last night because Reyfan returned home late in a drunken state and the smell of foreign perfume still reigns. If not pregnant, she must have beaten her husband to death.

“Where's my coffee, Mi?” Reyfan took a seat in the chair next to his wife while circulating a sweeping look at the contents of the dining table. Seeing that, Soleh retreated to the kitchen, where he used to have breakfast with household assistants.

“No coffee, no this!” Aneesha grabbed a large glass containing a clear brownish-colored drink, placing it in front of Reyfan.

“What is this?” Reyfan lifted the glass, inhaling a strange fragrance on the drink that was puffing the hot steam.

“Poisons,” Aneesha replied ketus.

Reyfan laughed, hearing the wife's answer which of course was just joking. He took a sip of a special potion that was always made by his wife to eliminate the effects of alcohol. It frowned, when the taste of ginger mixed with lemongrass, cinnamon and lemon greeted the tongue. Withstanding the strange taste, he gulped down the half-hot warm drink.

“Wow! What could Miho kill this maximum handsome husband?”

“Tega, dong. Her husband had the pain of a beautiful, kind, rich, faithful wife. It is worth giving poisoned drinks.” Aneesha replied while thrusting the apple she had just cut.

Reyfan's laughter is back. Marrying Aneesha means being willing to accept all the narcissistic remarks that sometimes go wrong as well as the scathing criticisms that come out. If it is not the wife who corrects the behavior of the husband, then who else?

“Sorry, dear ... last night Piho got carried away by the party. All that Piho did for the sake of business smoothness as well, kok.”

Aneesha snorts, “Indeed. But it doesn't have to get drunk too, times, Pi?”

“Should, Mi. Because of Soleh too, anyway! Can't prevent me from stopping drinking, try if he was Hara, must have been different.” Reyfan grumbled, looking for reasons not to be cornered.

Aneesha threesome, sputter reply, “As always! Piho always throws blame at others. Hard, yes, admitting your own mistakes? For example, last night there was Hara, Piho also must blame her. It's worth it he left, can't stand being blamed on Piho.”

Reyfan grimaced, grabbed a piece of apple and ate it. If this is the case, he can only resign. It is impossible to argue Aneesha's words are always right.

“Tadi Hara phone,” Aneesha switched the topic of the chat, although still in a keto tone. Calling Hara's name, she remembered something.

“Oya, what's he talking about? There is the same problem of home renovation?” Reyfan took another piece of apple, put it in his mouth.

“Say the nursery has been partially painted, just wait for Mas Irkham to paint it. Continue to plan today to install the horses for the pavilion, the wood for the pole has come, but the axe has not.” explained Aneesha.

“If he's been talking to Piho about my phone, huh?” Aneesha glared, feeling some awkwardness.

Reyfan shrugged, “Tempo today we also chat a lot at the zoom meeting, because the branch office is having problems. Not discussing work, he even chatted something else.”

“oya? About what?” Aneesha wants to know.

“No wind, or lightning, suddenly he asked permission to shuttle Jenar to campus. Strangely enough it's people, what relationship try between Jenar and work?” Reyfan nodded in disbelief.

“So he also asked for permission to drive a car, he said it is safer to go by car than a motorcycle. Though Jenar can already drive, just did not dare to bring his own car because it is always prohibited by father.” Aneesha frowned while looking at her husband.

Reyfan who felt stared at with a probing view, so misbehavior. He was worried without consciously saying the wrong thing. Spontaneously it stops chewing, leaving apples that have not been***** perfectly in the mouth.

“What's up?” he asked while looking at his wife.

“Piho feels something is strange, no?” Aneesha asked back, with a frown as if she was thinking hard.

“Any? Whaties? Who's weird?” Reyfan started to panic, groping his speech and attitude just in case something went wrong.

“Oya!” Aneesha flicked her finger, remembering something.

“Yesterday night Mbak Nanda sent a chat, he said he caught Hara just coming out of Jenar's room.” continued Aneesha.

Reyfan who was swallowing food so choked, surprised to hear his wife's story. Reflek he grabbed a glass, hastily downed a drink to smooth the food through his throat. He shuddered, when he felt the apple became strange because it was mixed with the ingredients made by the wife.

“Ngapain Hara night-night to home? Use Jenar's room again?” There was a dislike in Reyfan's speech.

“So according to Mbak Nanda's story, nih. He and Mas Faiz came home from Solo last night, because they were tired of deciding to go to my house. Nah! When Nanda came in, he saw that Hara had just come out of Jenar's room. There's Mama Sayumi too, anyway. But Mbak Nanda suspects Hara and Jenar are nothing.” Aneesha spelled out Nanda's story.

Reyfan shook his head, “No way they might have anything, but-” he hung up the sentence. Not power to express bad thoughts that flash.

“Why?” Aneesha wanted to know why her husband seemed hesitant about continuing.

“Mbak Nanda didn't ask why Hara came out of Jenar's room?” Reyfan wanted to know, before his suspicions continued into prejudice.

Aneesha nodded, “Said Mbak Nanda, Jenar asked for the company of Hara, visit a sick friend. Because of the rain, the return so overnight, Jenar overslept in the car. Hara had to carry him because it was difficult to build. Jenar is so when you are asleep, like a person fainted. Well, out of it Hara went straight out with Sister Sayumi.”

“Piho why? Is it possible that our minds are the same? Jenar and Hara are in a relationship?” aneesha asked to see her husband. Sometimes the female instinct is very sharp, can penetrate a distance of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

“Ah! Jenar was still too young, while Hara was already an adult. Maybe, uh! Just a possibility, you know. If Hara's interested, not necessarily your sister wants to be the same om-om like her. Jenar is beautiful, sweet .. although more beautiful you, sih.” Reyfan chose a sentence that would not offend his wife.

Aneesha shrieks, fed up with her husband's flirting. The mind and heart are still filled with suspicion, presumptions just appear.

“If they're dating how?” Aneesha asked, but the next second she answered her own question while shaking her head, “No way! Jenar is not a girl who is easily seduced, she is also not a follower of dating used to be newly married.”

Reyfan opened his mouth, but did not speak. Because, Aneesha first exclaimed as she tightened the hand grip on the knife she had used to peel apples, “Awas only if Hara dared to lure my sister with her fake seduction! I'll grind him to *****, let's be meatballs.”

“Enak, tuh, Mi. The sauce is using beef broth, continue to eat the same sauce love chili a lot.” kelakar Reyfan.

“Miho serious, look, Pi.” Aneesha stared intently at her husband.

Reyfan replied confidently, “Piho is also serious. Take it easy, Piho fully support if Miho wants to ****** Hara.”

Aneesha raised a clenched hand, Reyfan followed. They both keep the question in mind, which is not spoken. Prejudice and various possibilities.

“What month, Pi?” aneesha asked after her husband finished eating breakfast that was only fruit. Healthy menu recommended by the doctor.

“October is up.” replied Reyfan relaxed.

“Some time is in november, dong?” ask Aneesha again.

“Though once,” Reyfan pinches his wife's nose slowly, “What's the matter?”

“Support remember.” Aneesha grabbed the phone, as if to contact someone.

“What's in november?” Reyfan repeated the unanswered question.

“There is rain in november.” replied Aneesha of origin, she is already busy with her phone.

Reyfan shook his head, inexhaustible with his wife's often fickle behavior, unpredictable. He opened his hands to ask for goods that were seized from last night by his wife, “Hpku where, Mi?”

Without taking a look, Aneesha reached into her homedress pocket. Then she gave her husband a flat object. Getting back the most important thing, Reyfan was always.

“Piho departs first, yes?” reyfan said as he kissed his wife's temple.

“Oke, be careful!” aneesha kissed Reyfan's hand while one hand played the phone.

“Dragon yourself and him, don't be too tired!” Reyfan rubbed his wife's belly before moving on.

Aneesha held up her thumb, without wanting to take Reyfan away. He instead exclaimed, “Mas Soleh! Piho is ready.”

Reyfan can only resign, knowing he was defeated by an inanimate object that can give all the information. He walked, while unlocking the screen on the phone, checking the incoming notifications since last night. Goods times there are important messages or messages. For a moment his eyes were fixed on a top chat, which he named ‘Hara’.

The mind that was almost knocked out, came back present. He moved his fingers, made a call to explore curiosity. However, he is very familiar with the behavior of his best friend, of course he does not want the bad nature of Hara carried away in his family's clean environment. it seemed that he had to make a calculation with that selfless personal assistant.

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Seriate....

Whoa, whoa! It turns out that something was deliberately missed yesterday, huh, guys! About what happened in November, until Aneesha was very enthusiastic, huh? That's Reyfan how do you want to make a calculation with Hara? The next chapter we go back to Yogya and Magelang, what is there? There must be rain....