Tomorrow After

Stalkers

Ayana POV's

Relax Ayana, you must be able to think positively. Clarissa's name was a lot. So not necessarily the new Clarissa Staff was Clarissa yesterday. If Mas Nathan wants to answer the question, of course I am not a parno myself. 

God conforms to the prejudices of His servants. And of course I don't want to think negatively, but how else would that unpleasant feeling be present in my mind. 

Did I use the power of a stalker. Because a lot of people say that women are the best spies. We can find out something from just one photo image on social media. So don't you dare to lie with women, because our intuition is very sharp.

Soon I opened my social media account, although Mas Nathan forbade me to play social media, but this time I heeded it. We must be wise in responding to news on social media, make sure the source is true or not. Do not eat hoax. Often I see some news that is not true and unfortunately the television also tells it even to make a petition to the president. Luckily I was a passive netizen and didn't like to comment, so my digital footprint was safe.

My search began with the person who commented on Mas Nathan's photo with the woman's name. I started clicking on the user's name. A bio appears unfortunately this time in private. Not lost sense, I re-scroll the comment screen and I open one by one unfortunately in private everything. It seems that Mas Nathan's friend is very concerned about privacy in cyberspace. 

Oh if I had a hacker acquaintance it would have been easier to know that person. Wait, if I ask Widi for help, she's an IT staff. But it seems that I have to throw away that intention, because He is a very stingy and difficult person to ask for help. You certainly remember when Mas Nathan first entered the office, he immediately rejected the request of Mas Nathan to install a computer to be ready to use. 

I used to be able to laugh at my husband for being rejected by Widi, now I just realize that Widi's nature is very annoying. Why the hell would he not want to work outside working hours, or not deign to help his friend who is in trouble, basic.

I tapped my finger on the chin of the thinking sign. About who is Mas Nathan's friend who has become my friend in cyberspace. 

Oh yes Anggit, he would have told me that Mas Nathan was a friend during his college. So he must have been friends with Mas Nathan's friend. Soon I moved to an Anggit account that is still zero posts, even though before marriage he often capture the moment when traveling. Most of the pictures are posted when he climbs a mountain or diving. 

Now I want to see who's following Anggit. I sighed annoyed at having to sort out from the hundreds that he followed, search by name was not met. If I could get into Mas Nathan's account it would be very easy for me. 

"Well, I'll try first." I muttered to myself when I thought that his account password was the same as my birthday. 

I play my fingers on this device, I'm strangled with pleasure when my guess is correct. Whereas yesterday Mas Nathan said that if only I use the same password in all accounts, he himself also uses it. Now look for an Angit account that must have written followers bla-bla and others. 

There are dozens of accounts that are followed together, and none of them are initialed C. All right, I'll check these accounts one by one. 

"Ayan's spirit."  

I tried to encourage myself to see so many accounts that Angit and my husband both followed. 

Wait, why don't I try to see from the photos with them, maybe something is marked. Luckily there are not many photos attached there are only a few photos. I randomly select doro and click on it. Directly seen some of the accounts are marked, the view focused on the figure of the woman who was in the photo of Mas Nathan.

I ventured to look at the account, anticipating something I didn't want to see. But unfortunately my hope did not happen, in the post of the account there are photos of them. Even though it was taken from behind, from his posture I knew that he was Mas Nathan. 

The tightness of my chest, it turns out that Clarissa is indeed the past of Mas Nathan. Are they still in touch to this day considering my husband who did not answer my question.

Oh my God, 

I took a deep breath to throw away all these bad thoughts. I closed my eyes for a moment to calm all my worries.

I hope they are just friends.

My spirit is in my heart, I'm trying to believe in Mas Nathan.

I saw the clock on the device showing at 11, it was a sign that I had to hurry to prepare lunch. Too much surfing makes me almost forget. If you prepare food that is too complicated the flavor will certainly be long, so I choose to cook simple food. Chicken soup and omelet became my choice. At least there are vegetables in my cooking. 

I finished cooking at the table at exactly 12 p.m. While waiting for Mas Nathan to arrive, I chose to perform the Dhuhur prayer in the mosque of this house. Usually, after finishing praying, Mas Nathan arrived home. Unfortunately for over half an hour I waited at the dinner table, he did not come. Actually where did Nathan go. Is he stuck in traffic. 

The food I served on the table had cooled down, so I had no taste for it. Though at this time my stomach feels very hungry, but I hold it because I want to eat with Mas Nathan. 

I occasionally glanced towards the door hoping that Mas Nathan would appear. The message I sent was not answered by him. 

Where are you going? 

Ting

A voice signaled a message coming into my gawa, I excitedly opened it because I thought it was Mas Nathan. Unfortunately the message was from Isna, she sent a photo to me. I saw it right away too. 

Isna

Yana we're eating a welcome new staff, baby you don't come. 

I smiled bitterly not because of that sentence but rather what was shown in the photo. There, Mas Nathan sits next to Clarissa. Yes I can guess it because that face is clearly the face of the woman in the account earlier. 

Nathan why are you so happy? At least let me know if you don't come home, so I'm not in vain to wait for you

My tears slid without command, I stared at this cold food. The desire to eat has disappeared. I don't know my husband yet. 

My stomach, dear kuelus, may the sadness I feel not make our child sad. 

I want to be alone right now. But where, because right now I really don't want to meet Mas Nathan. He'll be looking for me for a fool, but he'll be looking for me if I'm not home. No, I can only smile. 

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