Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 11

It's been a month since Wiya made adjustments to his new schedule. Three days at the company, 4 days at home. It can not be said to be easy, but in fact it has been 4 weeks there is no significant difficulty. Until ZA finds a new leader, Wiya will remain like this.

There's a new assistant in their house. Miss Wiwin her name. Ma'am Wiwin assigned Zayn to come when Zayn had left for work and went home before Zayn returned home. Zayn doesn't want anyone else when he's alone with Wiya at home.

Since graduating from school, Wiya has been accustomed to activities outside the home. College, work, go watch with Mitty or just eat ice cream with Ilham. Wiya never stayed home for a long time.

Although he still does some work from home, of course working in his office in the company has a different atmosphere. Can interact socially with many people, even if just exchanging stories with Risma. Being home is new to Wiya.

But Wiya was happy. At least be able to welcome the husband home from work, prepare all the needs of her husband to the maximum. It has been a month since Wiya joined a paid cooking class to be able to fill out a list of activities at home. Sometimes he went vegetable shopping when the vegetable maker passed by in their residential complex neighborhood.

On Zayn's side, though he was very happy and grateful that Wiya had never protested his decision to ask Wiya to reduce activity, but he could also feel the inevitable saturation. He tried to fulfill all the needs and requests of his wife.

Suddenly he desperately wants to send his wife a romantic message, but what? he's not a man with the power to speak.

"Darling, what else? I miss home. Eum, that means miss you." - Zayn Dwika

"I miss you too, Mas ku 😘" - Ilma Qawiya

"Don't believe! try sending a voicemail saying you miss me!" Zayn Dwika

Zayn stared at the screen of his phone waiting for a voicemail to come in from his wife. But already passed 5 seconds, Wiya has not been seen recording or typing the phone screen. Zayn immediately made a video call as he impatiently waited that long.

"Mas," Wiya's face was smiling at her husband while still using the apron on her body. "I'm helping Mba Wiwin in the kitchen. "

"So what did I tell you?"

"Yes I'm ashamed, there's Mba Wiwin Mas!"

"Judah say it now!"

"Same as dong mas, Shame on me."

"Shame or don't miss?"

"Yeah, I miss you. I miss you, you go home quickly. I miss this hard," said Wiya with a little made-up.

Zayn seemed to smile very widely even though he knew his wife was a little depressed saying that in front of people.

"Okay, honey, as your request. Allow Mba Win to go home now . I'll be home soon, baby," she used to.

"Eeh Mas. Yes, he went home according to working hours. Yes I miss it, but I don't have to go home now. Can still be held until night," prevent Wiya.

"I can't stand it baby" Zayn teased.

Wiya tried to shrink the volume of her phone and make sure Mba Win did not listen to her husband's perverted dialogue.

"Yes, huh? I'll continue cooking, "elak Wiya.

"Okay baby, give me your virtual kiss,"

"Mas! I'm not alone here anymore,"

"Okay. okay. I'll kiss you that way, deketin to your cheek."

Despite repeated protests with her husband's silliness, Wiya followed the instructions. She brought her cheeks closer to her husband who had raised her lips as if he was giving a kiss.

"Muahh, Ehehe. Take care dear. Wait for me to come home!" Zayn was getting anxious to see his wife who was scowling spoiled for her actions.

"Be careful, I'll end the phone. Assalamualaikum." Wiya ended their call connection.

"Excuse me sir," said Vela warmly, as she walked into her boss's room. Today the appearance of Vela is very different from usual.

Today she chose a slightly exposed workwear, showing clearly the curves of her body. Her long hair is carried in a French twist like a flight attendant, so that the white neck is so noticeable.

His thin lips are coated with bright red lipmatte that gives a bold impression on his face that is very beautiful.

As a finalist of a beauty contest, the charm of Vela is inevitable. Clever and deft, competent and very thorough. That's why Vela successfully passed the selection of director secretary at IQ Media, getting rid of his other competitors.

In addition, Vela is also communicative. His grammar is very good. All these years he was able to face a boss who only spoke softly to him occasionally. He was still smiling and cheerful even though he was often scolded for small mistakes.

But unfortunately, all the advantages possessed by Vela was not at all visible in Zayn's eyes. As hard as any effort Vela appear primed and almost perfect.

His boss still considers himself only a worker like other employees. Never more. Of course, he had already said that only his wife Wiya could make his heart thump from the first moment of falling in love, to their many years of togetherness.

At first, Vela was used to facing the cold attitude of his superiors, Vela thought Zayn was like that. But since watching the interaction between Zayn and Wiya, Vela seemed to see the other side of the leader. That is, a gentle male figure, caring, loving, loyal and other criteria that make Vela does not hesitate to label "Perfect husband" on the leader.

Slowly Vela began to admire the other side of her leader, although Zayn's soft side and sweet smile were only visible while she was with Wiya. Vela did not despair, until now the feeling of awe was converted automatically into a sense of "likes".

But what can he do. Zayn is a married man. Just using her beauty potential to snatch Wiya's property, isn't an easy matter. After all Vela is a social activist, she doesn't want her image to be tainted with the phrase "male-capturer" if she fraudulently seizes Zayn.

Zayn is also unlikely to be involved in a scandal. So for a while Vela decided to go through small cracks with little intrigue that other women might not have thought much of. Look, this afternoon when he walked into Zayn's room, the leader first started to give him a faint smile. Although very thin.

"I'm going home in a minute. If you don't have a job, you can go straight home" he said

"Okay sir, I go home according to business hours only, schedule Mr. this afternoon I shift to tomorrow morning sir."

"Whatever, you can go!" Zayn took the car keys and his briefcase.

Vela turned her body and and stepped out.

"Miss Vela," Zayn held back Vela's steps. Vela smiled triumphantly from behind the direction.

"Yes sir?" he answered while walking closer.

"That's your face why?"

Why what sir? beautiful right?

"Ken..why how sir?" pay attention to his own appearance from the taper end of the shoe to the affordable part of his eye.

"That's your bruised cheek on the right and left, like a victim of violence. If you are sick, you should go home!"

Bruise said? it's the latest blush and shimer from the brand. You said this was a bruise?

"It's just make up, sir." holding both cheeks in turn.

"Oh," Zayn rounded his mouth without a sound. "Tomorrow doesn't have to be that red, you're just a secretary not a cosmetics salesman,"

Oh, my God, so that was insinuating?

Patience Vela...Patience, at least today your red cheeks managed to steal his attention.

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Actually, it has made a schedule of 2 episodes every day. But the level of my work actually dropped since up 2 eps per day even though the read more than 1000 views, maybe the reader forgot to give likes and comments. Hixes. Eat the spirit of updates so follow saggy as well. 😞