Waiting for your Love to Grow

War

"Mom, it's up", the sound of the taxi driver breaking the silence inside the semi-public transport. But did not make Nabila aware of his daydream, until finally the taxi driver reprimanded his passengers. " Mom, are you getting off here?"

"I-iya, sir", Nabila woke up from her daydream. Give him some blue money before his feet get off there.

"It's too much, ma'am" said the taxi driver, turning his body around and handing Nabila a change.

She smiled, "Make Dad!". He took a long step, after closing the taxi door and getting a thank you from the driver.

A friendly greeting greeted him, every meeting the residents of the company building, where her husband became the leader. He was no less friendly to reply to greetings that some of them were people who were familiar with him, although in his heart now there were emotions that he was restrained and a few tens of minutes ago almost exploded.

"Miss Karina, how are you? Is my husband here?" Nabila asked a woman who was busy in front of her computer, who was none other than her husband's secretary.

Unasked, the bespectacled woman stood up and greeted the wife of her superior. "Bu Nabila", she said with a friendly smile. "Mr Denis just finished a meeting and walked into his room. Please come in!" Say again.

"Then I go in first, Miss Karina" said Nabila, who then stepped into her husband's room, after being invited by the secretary.

Klekk.....The door in front of Nabila opened after he pulled the doorknob and pushed it slowly. Without making a sound she entered the room of her husband, along with that a pair of eyes were already pointing towards him.

"Darling!" Excited when he saw Nabila who had just closed the door again. The man put down the papers in his hand, then stepped closer to his wife who was just standing still by the door.

"What's up here, baby? Why not give me news to come here? What was up here?" Denis strafed Nabila with many questions when he was right in front of his wife, but none of those questions were answered by his wife. The woman actually suddenly hugged her husband, making her husband wonder.

Some time silent in the arms of her husband, Denis pushed his wife's body slowly, so that now he can see his wife's face. "Yes kangen?" Denis tried to guess, the article is indeed lately his wife is so reluctant to part with him. But, again Nabila did not answer.

Flanked his wife's ayu face with both palms, then stared deeply at the two women's eyes. "Why silence hmmm?" Said Denis who then gave a warm kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Why crying?" Denis said he found his wife's eyes and face wet. He gently wiped off Nabila's tears with his palm.

"I don't want to share you with anyone" Nabila's voice along with a broken cry. Now she is hugging her husband's body tightly.

"I will not let anyone else take you..huhuhu" continued Nabila. "Please promise me you won't turn to others. Just me..just me..huhuhu".

Denis hugged the tighter Nabila's body that was still shaking, because the crying was still not willing to subside. Giving a lot of kisses on the top of the woman's head.

"I told you, I love you! That goes on until I die, and that love is only for you, not the others" Denis said.

flash back on: [Nabila POV]

With a trembling hand, I took the paper. My knees suddenly went limp unjointed, forcing me to drop my body on my husband's swivel chair, when I clearly found out what the name on the paper was.

My tears just passed and washed my face. Which woman would still be able to stand upright if it was in my position. "Why him, why not just me" I cried even louder, condemning my fate.

I don't know how long I've been crying, which I know, it's not for a moment because I feel my eyes are swollen to make it squint.

Tired of my tears, I tried to calm my heart, returning my emotions to their original position. Trying to gain my brain sanity, to think clearly, to think about my next fate.

I stared at the paper carefully, reading every piece of writing that was there, as if someone was encouraging me to do it. Sure enough, it seems like good luck is still on my side.

I know very well how to interpret the codes listed on the paper, because in recent months I routinely get the same paper. And someone showed me how to decipher the codes.

I have found the truth. I felt like a fool, just now. Regretting has shed so many tears for such a ridiculous thing.

My hands skilfully combed through the messages in the messaging app, looking for the accounts of people I planned to meet, because I didn't keep the person's number in my contacts. Because I never considered him an important person in my life.

It didn't take long for me to find the number I was looking for. Because his profile picture is very striking to show himself. I immediately typed a message for him.

I want to meet you. I wait at the beautiful cafe in one hour (Nabila~Istri Denis)

After writing the message, I was about to get ready, but I felt my stomach feel hungry again, when one day ago I just filled it. I don't know, it's been a few days my appetite's been so big. Even in one day I can eat 4-5 times. Finally, I went back down and enjoyed the rest of the food I had cooked.

After filling my rubber stomach, I was so sleepy, but I held back remembering I had an appointment with someone. I immediately put on makeup, dressed as pretty as possible but still natural. This time I want to show that I am no less beautiful than the person I will meet.

I can't wait for this meeting. Teaching that person a lesson and perhaps a little outrageous, I want to embarrass him with his shameless behavior.

My steps have reached the fence, intending to meet the taxi I just ordered. This time I didn't ask my husband for permission, because he would surely ask me questions when I asked him for permission. He's been really possessive lately.

Splitting the city streets a little loose, about 20 minutes, the taxi I was riding reached where I was headed. Before I got out, I told the old-looking taxi driver not to go anywhere. Of course I promised him I would compensate him for the time he spent waiting for me.

One of the cafe waiters, whom I visited, opened the door for me while greeting kindly. My eyes swept through the room full of tables and chairs to find the person I was going to meet. But in the cafe that still looks lonely, I did not meet the figure I was looking for.

I randomly selected the seat I was going to occupy, then ordered a drink to release my thirst.

About ten minutes since I was in that place, my eyes caught the figure I was waiting for just past. He saw clings looking for me. After his eyes caught my presence, he walked towards me.

As usual, he often had a bold appearance, thus making the few men who were in that place stare at him without blinking.

"When" she said to me. "What invited me here? " ask again. He pulled the chair in front of me and sat there without asking.

"Why do you still ask, of course you already know what I mean" I said

The woman smiled broadly at me, "So she told you?" Ask.

"That's how it is" I replied casually

"Certainly? Do you want to negotiate with me now?" He said again arrogantly.

"negotiate? What's for?" I asked with a smile I was trying to make as sweet as possible.

"Does this mean you're gonna back off, and just hand it to me?" Ask again with hope.

"Don't dream!" I said clearly with emphasis.

"What does that mean, this time's an invitation to war?" Ask again while holding her back.

"War for what? I have nothing to do with you", I said.

Brakkk..... He kicked down the table in front of us, making some visitors look at us.

Seriate....