Until When Should I Be?
18. Second mistake
When Jamal came home, he met Tias who was talking to Sinta, his wife. Tias who was reprimanded even acted pretentious and seemed to have a warm relationship with Jamal. The devious woman puts herself as the aunt who loves her nephew, Jamal the most. Of course Jamal does not agree with that, they are only two people who can meet because of Sanjaya's big name. It's not that they're a real family like Tias meant to be.
When Tias was gone, Jamal asked his wife for time to talk. He decided to say everything. Including about the crazy idea that he planned so that all the attention that had disturbed his wife turned to him alone. However, Sinta refused. The woman just wanted to cool her head. And ask to talk later if he's ready. Jamal agreed, hoping that time would calm his wife down and they could talk as soon as possible. Problems like this should not be allowed to be prolonged. Otherwise, it would be dangerous for their household.
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On the way, Jamal called Laras. Asking if his friend had canceled the appointment he had. It just so happened that Laras replied that he had just wanted to contact the other party and request a meeting at the retreat.
"No need, just do it on schedule!"
The call was interrupted even before Laras had responded to Jamal's orders. The woman stared at the office phone she was holding, surely her friend has a problem at the moment. He needed a job to shift his focus.
Laras let out a long sigh, the matter of one is not finished yet. And now there's another problem that Laras doesn't know what the problem is. He only hoped that everything could be resolved well as soon as possible.
In the room, Sinta stared at the recording Tias gave her before the woman left. Actually, she did not want to trust people who really wanted a separation between herself and her husband. But, what if what he ignored was precisely the truth he had been looking for all this time.
Sinta took a deep breath while closing her eyes. The woman seemed to be alarmed by the many emotions draining her soul. What he should believe in this moment. Her husband may have other women, people who always interrupt her day with various insults, or facts that she heard over the phone last night. Whichever one Sinta chooses, the results will remain the same. He himself will be hurt, he will be the victim here.
"Don't believe anything before you see it in person, Sinta!" sinta tukas to himself. He nodded then threw away the recording that had been given to Tias. He will believe what he sees with his own eyes. He did not want to regret in kahir because he had made the wrong decision in a state full of emotion.
"Let's ask Mas Jamal right away!" said Sinta full of determination.
The woman went back to her bed. He is lazy to do anything and just wants to sleep for now.
The afternoon came quickly. Sinta who already felt better, busied herself in the kitchen as usual. He made various.types of dishes and some pastries for snacks.
Time passed, the face full of smiles that had been waiting for her husband, now turned sour. His feelings again plummeted as he stared at the wall clock which showed the time at nine o'clock in the evening passed slightly. Her husband is overtime and this is the first time this has happened. No messages were sent, no phones entered his cell phone.
With a disheveled face, Sinta stood up from her seat. He had been tired of waiting since. For almost four hours he sat down at the dinner table, waiting for the return of Jamal who usually came home on time. But what now, the man hadn't even gone home when time was about to show ten o'clock.
"Jane! Karen!" call Sinta out loud.
"Yes, madam!"
"What's up, madam?"
Karen and Jane answered at the same time.
"I want to rest. Whether you want to eat all this food or throw it away, I won't care and interfere!"
"I'm leaving" said Sinta lazily waiting for the response of his two bodyguards.
"Good night, ma'am," said Jane politely.
"May you have a good dream" Karen added.
Not caring about anything, Sinta rushed back to her room. She's pissed. Errata, he's very upset. Really, he wanted to shout loudly now. But he was arrested for not wanting to make a scene.
"Why is this so, O Lord," the woman sighed in tears. Her heart ached, when she was determined to speak, even her husband did not come home even though he had long awaited.
Emotions peak, bad thoughts alternately come like a spinning film roll. The shadow that her husband was making out with other women continued to appear made her more hurt. At the peak of everything, Sinta ended up shouting very loudly. The submerged scream with the thickness of the blanket wrapped around his body. The woman chose to cry in silence, trying to tell her heart was clearly hurt.
Maybe only he is too sensitive, but who can resist all bad thoughts if all the evidence points to the same point. The phone conversation, the footage given that she had not seen the contents, as well as her husband who had not come home to date. How can she not be sure that her husband is not cheating.
Twelve o'clock less, Jamal groped his steps. Forcing to stay awake even though drowsiness so struck. The man who had just returned home was intent on opening the door of their room, but no matter how many times he tried, the door in front of him would not open. His wife accidentally locked the door in anger.
Jamal breathed a tired sigh. He chose to go into another room. His body was so tired, too much work was piled up out of nowhere. He had to finish everything before tomorrow, so he was forced not to go home even though it was already night.
Let alone to contact, to rest for a while to take a sip or two of water he really can not. Because of the many jobs he had to handle immediately, Jamal also had to be willing not to meet his wife earlier today.
As soon as he took a shower, Jamal came back out of the room. He's heading for the dining table. The man's forehead frowned at the large amount of food under the hood of serving. No one touched any of them, did his wife deliberately make this for him. Oh, it would be nice if he could eat this while talking to Sinta, his wife. He could definitely see the smile of his beloved lady freely.
"Have you eaten yet?" asked Jamal who apparently questioned his wife's bodyguard. He was currently standing at the door of his house.
"We were told by the lady to eat the food on the table. But we feel bad about eating it all alone" Jane replied.
"But we've eaten, really. So you take it easy," said Karen quickly.
"If I may be presumptuous to report, actually the mistress prepared everything and waited for the master for a long time. But you didn't even come until finally the madam decided to go back to the room,"
"So, Sinta hasn't eaten yet?"
Jane nodded. That's what he saw, their mistress didn't touch a single end of the spoon while waiting for their master to come home.
"Blog!!!" jamal rushed back inside.
