Who is My Real Husband?
6. The Past of Mr. Surya
"Mas Dave's. That was yours? Sorry I found it under your shirt. Sorry if I'm sassy."
"No, honey, it's okay. Did it clean up? Want me to help you?"
"No, it's over."
After a short conversation they prepare for their honeymoon. Like newlyweds in general, they look happy even though in their minds there is something disturbing. Trying to ignore, but in fact they can not be that easy to ignore.
They left at five in the afternoon, they were escorted by Mr. Surya and Ms. Niken to the terrace. Like the parents in general, they hope to soon draw the results of the honeymoon.
Nothing suspicious after the departure of the newlyweds. Everything was going normally as usual, even Mr. Surya slowly also forgot about the incident in the office earlier. However, that calmness changed when the world started to darken.
When Mr. Surya entered the dream room so perfect, he was surprised by the sound of cans that collided with the window glass. Enough just one throw, the man was already short of his sleep.
Mr. Surya sat down in surprise. His gaze turned to his wife who was still sleeping soundly, then looked at the tightly closed window. Making sure that he did not hear wrong, he then went to check the conditions around the window.
When his hand opened the closed curtain slightly, his forehead shriveled slightly because he saw a slightly oblong and small tin. He wanted to go back to sleep by forgetting the can, but his memory suddenly spun back to the moment this morning. After a moment of thought, he finally opened the window and picked up the can quickly. His eyes were staring around. Because the window room facing directly to the yard and also the street makes him think there might be someone he should suspect. However, after a while of observing, not a single person was around his house.
With high curiosity, he immediately entered the room through the same gap as when he came out and quickly opened the can. Once the can is open, nothing, it's just a rolled up piece of paper. Without hesitation and thinking anything he took the paper and opened it.
"Damn it! What kind of shit is this? Why does it seem like this person is intending to bother me." Mr. Surya threw the paper as soon as he knew the picture that was there.
As he met this morning at the office, the picture is not much different. If the picture in the office this morning shows a picture of him and also his former employees who have died, then, this time he again received a photo of himself and also a woman sitting on a chair located in the park. I don't know who that woman is, but it's definitely not Miss Niken.
Not wanting his wife to see, Mr. Surya immediately tore the photo to the smallest detail and threw it in the trash. Not long after returning from outside the room, he found his phone vibrating long. Once again he got a call from an unknown number.
"Have you received a canned letter from me?" A person with a disguised voice instantly asked without further ado.
"What do you want a coward? If you dare show me your face right now! There's a problem with whether you're with me until you're so presumptuous and brave you're bothering me."
"Obviously I'll always bother you from now on. I'm a part of your past that you can't possibly forget, even if you're trying to forget."
Mr. Surya immediately cursed in his heart, just about to talk, his phone was cut off and the number could no longer be reached. If only if he was in the room alone, maybe a flat object that is still hanging in the palm of his hand will he throw in any direction.
"Who knows my past? Even the people I paid to kill have been wiped out by my own hands."
A dozen years ago, he killed his own employee because the employee knew a big secret that was unknown to any human on this earth. Because this secret would damage his reputation if anyone knew, he would not risk his good name being damaged by this. Inevitably Mr. Surya finally eliminated the employee and his family.
No one knows why Mr. Surya wiped out one of his employee's families. Though who knew only one of them and more cruel, he also committed immoral acts to the wife of the victim after killing all members of his family. No eyewitnesses saw the incident, except one child in the bathroom. He is the only living witness to the crime and rottenness of a Pak Surya Abdi.
All day got terror like this, honestly suddenly Mr. Surya felt doubt that the man he had disappeared was really gone.
"No-no, Nurdin's dead. He's dead, I made him die. I made sure he wasn't breathing. There were no eyewitnesses, the two people I paid to help with my actions I also made into the afterlife. It is impossible for this secret to be known by someone, it is impossible."
Mr. Surya began to sweat coldly, his head suddenly dizzy, he put his body roughly on the bed. Today's incident really made him dizzy.
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Elsewhere, at the hour that already showed midnight, there were two lovebirds who had not closed their eyes. They still seem to be making out and spending the night exchanging stories.
"You're like somebody's gonna talk, but I'm thinking, what's up?" Dave asked, confirming the location of his wife's hair blocking his father's face.
Indeed, yes. In the middle of the jest that had since adorned them second by second, in his little heart Rinjani wanted to tell him the email he got. But somehow and for some reason, she seemed hesitant to tell her husband and it turns out, her husband was sensitive enough to know something just from the look of his face.
"I'm actually bothered by something."
"What's bothering my wife, hmm?"
"I received an email this morning from someone. There was nothing strange about the contents of that email, but what made me think was the email I was holding right now only me and Raga knew."
Rinjani actually wanted to tell the contents of the email message, but somehow in the middle of the trip, she felt no need to tell this to her husband. And finally, a little lie.
"What message?"
"Just say hay. I don't know who sent it because it's a random username."
"Are you thinking that Raga is still alive?"
