
That afternoon, a special impromptu briefing of female employees was held to discuss the problem of clogged toilets that became a trending topic in the office. The problem is that it happened again, a day after the massive overhaul of the sewer that was just completed yesterday.
This time, after being investigated again. The problem still remains the same, namely there are only employees who still throw sanitary pads in the toilet. Worse yet, this is not dumped on a toilet but a drain. I don't know what the "doctor's account" that Ryan certainly helped some of his staff have been trying to investigate based on reports also the results of capturing the cctv camera screen on the third floor.
"What's this?" All the eyes of the female workers were on the source of the voice, who else if not their Boss who seemed to have just come this afternoon with such a fresh face.
Ryan as the leader of the briefing explained briefly what was the main problem. Erratic listening carefully and then nodding understand. Afterward his hands crossed, looking at one by one his employees who seemed to stand lined in an empty room that usually never used it. His eyes were fixed on the five women who stood apart from the others and one of them was his own wife. His forehead was slightly wrinkled at the sight.
"Why are they standing apart?" tanyanya while pointing at the front row of the stand out.
"Oh, that's sir, from the cctv camera catch, the five of them, the employees who entered the third floor toilet before there were reports that the toilet was problematic again," Ryan replied politely.
Galas looked at his wife who was looking back at him as if hinting that he was not the culprit.
"From the five of you, who's on the moon?" tanyanya sharp.
Of those, no one has admitted. Then three of them dared to raise their hands. Galas looked back at his wife, especially her fun hand twisting their wedding ring.
"You're done?" tanya Galas spontaneously but still with her flat face. The previously down-turned-dipper turned her face up, figuring out who her husband was asking for.
The look they meet. To believe that question? Inner Gayung wondered but a second later decided to nod his head with a red tinge that adorned his white cheeks. She could see faintly, the smile on her husband's lips. Is Galas brother crazy asking that silly question in front of all his employees, Inner Gayung again. This time he lowered his head in, enduring the embarrassment of a half-dead. After the briefing is completed, we can be sure that his extraordinary coworkers will tempt him all out.
"If any of you know of these five people who lied, you can tell me, now!" said Galas again, no matter some of his employees were holding a smile due to question spontannya to the wife.
"You who are one room with them must know anyone who today does not carry out his prayer obligations. Especially the division chief" he continued.
The atmosphere was silent, no one spoke. Galas looked one by one his employees who looked down deeply.
"Ryan," Galas said later.
"Yes, sir," replied Ryan respectfully.
"Interrogation of the three of them, the others immediately disbanded," he ordered as he patted Ryan's shoulder and passed from the room.
"Well, sir," replied Ryan obediently.
After the Boss leaves, Ryan disbands them except for the three men who are now prime suspects.
***
After work, Galas continued to follow wherever his wife went. When Gayung was busy cooking for dinner, he faithfully accompanied him while checking his work from his laptop and occasionally glanced at his wife who was busy peeling onions not far from him.
"What do you want to cook, honey?" tanyakanya.
"Ehm .. chicken soup is like an omelette" Gayung replied as she turned to her husband. "So morning the fried rice is good, sister?" tanyanya was curious, because after the dawn prayer her husband chose to go back to sleep until somehow what time. He himself did not know, because he had gone to work.
"Enak," replied Galas after thinking for a moment. He did not want to look for problems at this time, saying his wife's fried rice this morning did not taste bland alias. Maybe later that night he should fast again.
"That means I didn't torture you, did I?" In his heart Gayung laughed, hearing her husband's lies. Because he had forgotten to taste his cooking this morning, and on the way he remembered not adding salt and flavoring.
"No, dear," acting hotly. Smile in silence.
An hour later, Gayung finished with his cooking. After that she took a bath and prayed maghrib with her husband also Bi Hanah and Pak Ato became her priest. Actually Gayung wanted to occasionally Galas who imitated him, but her husband did not have the courage to do it.
After the Maghrib prayer, they had dinner together. This time everyone praised his cooking. Because earlier he had asked Bi Hanah to taste and add what was lacking from the cuisine.
She did not understand what her husband wanted. But she did deliberately want revenge, because since the beginning of marriage, her husband continued to be preoccupied with other women. Yeah, even if it's his best friend.
"So soon, I want to watch that first." Goyung looking for an excuse.
"We just watch in the room," Galas persuaded again, his hands began to swoop in through the back and nosy open the hooks of his wife's bra.
"Sir Galas, later seen Bi Hanah," whispered Gayung who began to be affected by the touch of her husband's hand.
"Yes, already. Let's go to the room." A pranky smile engraved in Galas's lips. This time, Gayung could not refuse it anymore. Because he actually wants it.
But he suddenly recalled the novel he had read until he cried a few days ago.
"Ehmmm ... Galas didn't remarry, did he?" Galas who was busy playing in the sensitive area of his wife stopped his hand movements.
"What?"
"Sir Galas didn't come home for days, not because he remarried to Tiara, right?" The story in the novel actually made her baper half dead and had time to think a no-no about her husband. Although admittedly, Galas always contacted him every few hours.
Galas sighed heavily before answering his wife's suspicions.
"What novel have you read, honey?" Erratically rolled his eyes lazily.
"It is, Brother, in the next application not here," replied Gayung.
"Jeez ..kan, I told you, Honey, don't read most cheating novels. Now you become increasingly suspicious of not obviously rich gini, right ..." sighed Galas. He hopes to have fun with his wife tonight.
Gayung who saw the frustrated face of her husband immediately embraced the burly body.
"I'm sorry .." she said, kissing a glimpse of Galas' lips that made her husband smile with pleasure.
"But if you read a novel that is bucini-bucin can, right? Said Mbak Safa, read a novel like that can make us become more affectionate with husband," and more passionate with husband, said Mbak Safa, Inner Gayung but did not dare to say in front of her husband.
"Now you're more loving to your husband?" Galas began to kiss the face of his wife who nodded timidly and increasingly made him want to immediately take her to their room.
"Then let's go upstairs now" he whispered in his wife's ear, he was filled with a passion that he could not bear.
"Hemm" said Gayung, holding his hand around her husband's neck. Without waiting any longer, Galas immediately led his wife up the stairs to their room upstairs.
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