
The more days, Wiya is getting used to his activities. The saturation is little by little able to overcome it.
Now, even going to the office Wiya will return home before her husband comes home. Risma is very reliable. Wiya sometimes only checks social activity reports sent by communities who get donations from ZA.
This afternoon Wiya had returned from the office before his time. Because her husband is not well. Wiya stopped by the outlet to buy beef rib soup for Zayn who was having a fever.
Upon arrival at home, Wiya immediately serves the soup that he brought on the dining table. She immediately went upstairs and called her husband for lunch. Mba Wiwin today asked not to go to work because Zayn is at home.
"Mas," Wiya opened the thick blanket that covered Zayn's body. The fever was not as high as it was this morning when Wiya left for work. "Easy?" ask Wiya.
"Darling, are you home?" Zayn sat leaning on the couch. "Here hug for a moment," held out his hand spoiledly.
"I haven't had a bath, just finished my lunch. You want me to bring the food here? Or do we eat together downstairs?"
"You take a shower first, we eat under the aja" Zayn said.
"Okay, just a second."
Fifteen minutes later, Wiya was done cleaning up. She did not see her husband in bed because Zayn was already waiting for her in the dining room. They both enjoyed lunch.
Suddenly Wiya's phone rang, a call from Risma. Wiya asks Zayn for permission to answer the call, and Zayn allows it. It turns out Risma reported Vela's arrival to ZA's office.
"Ravela Gisha?" wiya asked Risma.
"Yes ma'am right, he said he wanted to deliver a report of last month's activities and at the same time discuss the plan of next month's activities, ma'am,"
"Oh, give me my address, have Miss Vela bring her here if she wants,"
"Good ma'am, there seems to be a very important thing she wants to talk about ma'am,"
"Oh yeah? Yashudah, I'm waiting at home."
When the leader does not come to the office, Vela has more free time. He intended to use that time to meet Wiya. But when she got to ZA's office, it turned out that Wiya had just returned home.
With pleasure, Vela agrees to meet Wiya at home. He brought a report and a plan of activities as a reason for his arrival.
"Kok you told Vela to come here anyway?" zayn Protest.
"It looks like there's something he wants to talk about mas, it's important Risma said. I have long wanted to talk to him about social activities yesterday. That's really cool if I see it from their e-reports."
"His power is already nyampe, there you wear a veil! let me open the door" Zayn said as he stood towards the living room. Wiya also took her veil in the room.
***
In the living room
"Mr?" vela was surprised. He was allowed to go home when Zayn was not in the office. But he had never been given permission that it would come to Zayn's house as it is today.
"Well, this is my home. Why are you surprised?" zayn cuek.
"Ma..sorry sir, how are you doing now? Does it still hurt?"
Zayn did not reply, only linking his two thick eyebrows as if to ask, "What is your business?"
"Thank God that you're healthy, I want to meet Ms. Wiya,"
"Come in! and remember, don't linger," he threatened to make Vela a little bit hungover.
Wiya got down from the second floor and immediately headed for the living room. He let Vela sit down and get a drink for Vela. Her husband said he would rest in his room.
"Please drink first Miss Vela," said Wiya slightly mince words. "This is kasturi orange syrup, the original product of SMEs here. It's a real big jump,"
"I'd also rather be called Wiya, let's be more familiar, right?" wiya hatch.
I also wish we were more familiar than just friends. Vela said in her heart.
"So, what's the important thing you want to say, Vel?" ask Wiya.
Vela pleasantries handing over two volumes of documents to Wiya. Wiya enthusiastically opened the contents of the document. Being a pleasure for Wiya when the company he leads can be a great benefit for many people. Especially in the world of child education.
In addition, the activity report also attached documentation of the togetherness of volunteers with children on a remote island. It is clearly an exotic natural beauty even though it is far from technology. Not to mention the smiles that develop from those who feel the direct benefits of the help that the volunteers do there. At most was a portrait of Ditya's face, probably because it was the only face that Wiya recognized.
"Ahh, this is really cool Vel. Have you ever been to remote areas like this?" tanya Wiya enthusiastically.
"Any leave, I must join other volunteers." replied Vela.
"Oh yeah, that must be really exciting!"
"That's how, this year my leave schedule will be taken for activities next month. This is Wiy's plan of action. Maybe you can learn first," explained Vela filed another volume of documents that he brought. "So if implemented, this activity is quite risky Wiy. This time it was Doctor Ditya who was directly leading the team,"
"Oh, so Mr Ditya is a doctor?"
"Yes, Ditya is one of the team of doctors who became influencers in some of these activities. And for next month's activities he will lead directly," explained Vela. "So the island that will be our focal point is island C. Indeed, this island is not far away, still in Bintan district. But it is quite extreme because the island is said to be slowly falling into the hands of foreigners, and there has begun to be built a new civilization. Ktia did not discuss the issue of permission or bureaucracy really Wiy. We focus on the children of workers there who must be isolated from education and proper health" Vela explained at length.
"Okay Vel, I'll learn the proposal. Hopefully, there are many people who want to work with and donate with us. It certainly requires a cost that is not small. I'll help you as much as I can" Wiya closed the last sheet of documents in her hand.
"Hopefully, now we are recruiting volunteers who can take part in this journey,"
"I pray that everything goes well. You're cool Vel, fill the time before marriage with social activities like this, not many people think so," said Wiya sincerely.
"But I would love to get married and have a family like you Wiy" Vela said in a low tone.
"Well, what is that? Go Vel! wait what else? Your future husband must be the lucky one to get a wife like you,"
Vela felt that they got a fresh breeze because the direction of their conversation was right on the target without Vela directing it. This is the moment that Vela is waiting for.
"But it's not that smooth, because I'm stuck on my own feelings" he said.
"If you're sure of your choice, why feel trapped? The man will be very lost if you let go of you just like that" said Wiya with the spirit of four-five. He was so enthusiastic to hear Vela's story.
"What if I want someone else's?" ask him without shame.
"Jeez, do you have any fat?"
"He's married!"
Wiya frowned in disbelief. His heart is a little bit hard. She wanted to corner this conversation, because she would not agree if Vela asked her to cooperate about seizing someone else's husband. But the tongue is so rebellious to know more.
"You mean Vel?" wiya finally asked. "You love people's husbands?"
"Yes, your husband" she said boldly. Because his face was clearly nervous and scared. Vela waited for an expression of what would first be seen from a wife who knew that she was putting her heart on her husband.
No longer struck by lightning, Wiya's heart felt buffeted by a powerful tornado and removed all the good sides that were in there. Want it to feel Wiya stuck in both beautiful eye seeds belonging to a woman who does not know the shame that is in front of her. And that seductive sweet mouth, it looked very challenging to put in a kilo of fresh cayenne pepper. Instantly lost all the elegance that Wiya had admired from this woman.
But not Wiya his name if you are provoked just by the sentence of his interlocutor. She was very bad with her husband. True, their love has been through the test of loyalty for 4 years, but who can guarantee the determination of a man?
"My husband? Your leader?" wiya asked as if nothing had happened to her heart.
Vela nodded slightly showing her remorseful look.